Lyrics JØKER (feat. Jenn Carter & 41) [Single Version] - JB1RD

Wow dude it was a G.I Jane joke (Hmm, nah, turn that up)

YOUNG MADZ

Keep my wife's name out your FUCKING MOUTH (Grahh, boom!)

Nigga don't be dumb
He get hit with the strap and the strap in her back
Now they both hurtin' (Grahh-Grahh, boom!)
Beam on his face like he work in a circus
Body like Riri, cause shawty could work it (Grahh-Grahh)
Off the d'usse you know I go Ku
Like, .40 gon blow like a flute
Bitch on my body she ready to oot
And they calling me Woody the tool in my shoe

Light it up see what that Smith'n do
How you claiming the shit that you didn't do?
Spin in the renty might slide with a bitch or two (Damn)
And that boy he got left he in critical (Grahh-Grahh)
And they say I can't walk with a gun
But I can't be caught up without it
Slide to the function let's see if you bout it
He moving Wock make him drip like a fountain (Boom)

He feeling drippy bullets make him drip (Drip, like)
Like, he think he look like a spliff
Dr. Miami that shot to your lip (lip, like)
And they know that I'm Mrs. Extendo the clip (DANG)
You can't tell I'm a bitch
But these bitches they love me I don't give a shit (Grahh-Grahh)
She a bop, doing my twists
Only want money don't care bout a diss (Grahh-Grahh, boom)

Like damn, sending out shots so I think I'm a bartender
Bullets gon shot him up chop it up
.40 gon wet em up like I'm a gardener (gardener, like)
I be paranoid watch how you move (damn)
One false move and I'm ready to oot
I be clutching my nine can get turned into food
Like no wonder they think I'm a dude (Grahh)

Niggas steady false claiming
Shot six times (¿Where the fuck was you aiming?)
Stomped your ass out, then went straight to the stu'
Made me tell everybody the shit you don't do (shit you don't do)
Nigga mad, 'cause I know the truth
Like, don't make me show them the proof
Then you hit me up asking me how I been like
Shut the fuck up, or i'ma have to spin

And bitch at this point I'm getting really tired of you
Steady texting, I've already said bye to you
But this ain't about, 'cause then you'll feel special
I don't care what you say I know I'm in your mental
I'm getting off topic, let's go back with a switch
That niggas a pussy, and his bro's a bitch
I heard that, that nigga was a fuckin' snitch
And if we catch him lackin', he's gon be in a ditch

You keep on runnin', you better not trip
On shot to your body, we gon make your ass drip
You a clown, you belong in a circus
Got hit too hard, now you can't even focus
If you walk, you get three to the chest
If you talk, you get that and the rest
If you walk up, you better wear a vest
You think you a gangsta?, let's put that to the test

Spray on his body, fill him up with lead
I'll make sure all your homies see red
Lay his ass down, he won't be in a bed
And I won't be at peace, till all the opps are dead

Keep my wife's name out your fucking mouth

Wow dude it was a G.I Jane joke

Keep my wife's name out your FUCKING MOUTH