He's a Joint Lyrics

Yeah, I'm rolling with the mob so I ain't tryna pick you up

If the money read my line, you know I gotta pick it up

Nigga, do you see me shining? I'm a diamond in the rough

Telling me she wanna leave like I ever give a fuck

Nigga, I don't give a fuck, nonchalant ass nigga

Nigga, even when I'm sober, nonchalant ass nigga

I gotta hit the ground and go and chase them figures

Even when I hit the top, I'm bringing all of my niggas

We be chilling at the top, why she tripping on my DMs?

Girl, you about to get the block

Might call up my barber because I need to get the chop

Stop and park it

Gotta get out to get woods from the market

Break them down, roll them up, and then I spark it

Smell a stinky in the room like he farted

This my territory like I gotta mark it

Never lacking, always gotta hit that target

Oh my gosh, get down

Ayy, gang gang gang nigga

Gang gang gang

Ayy, every opp shot

Everything dead

Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy

Glaou, glaou, boom

Shake that, room

Get down, move

We can poles like Mops and Brooms

You want me, let's get a room

I'm swooping down, I'll see you soon

You horny, bae, come make a move

I'll teach you moves like you in school

Like, let me learn the shape of that body

I want it sloppy

He pastin' drip

He already copied

That was your bitch

She already top me

You slide on me

Well, why you just block me

Like, how was you really gonna get the Addy

I'm wiping his nose like he was slatty

He working that job

He flipping patties

I'm smoking that weed because it make me happy

Oh my gosh

I'm chilling on fifth while drinking a fifth

For all of my haters, I'm keeping a clip

I cannot be walking

I need me a whip

She smelling my body

She all on my dick

I've to cold it's makin' em sick

Sneezing

Bro be coughing and wheezing

Get some shorts for the season

We hitting his block

We aim at his top

We making this cap start bleeding

We eatin good

Yeah, we eating steak

She washing it down with the semen

I'm sliding with gang

You know that it's war

Just know that yours ain't breathing

You faking flexing

Brother, please

She babysits right on her knees

Like DJ Khaled, we got keys

You think I sound like Baby Keem

I'm not violent

Bro got beams

She ain't silent

She gon' scream

His lil' thotty fucked the team