Yung Joc Songtext

You a good looking bird
You a peacock
And my music be keeping the streets hot
We going have us some babies
Out wedlock
Cause that coochie make
That niggas legs lock
And one punch to your head
Give her top knot
She goin ride by my crib
With the car locked
Man it's going down
Bitch playing Yung joc
He ain't playing
It's out
Nigga pop pop
I mean how you can't fuck
With your socks off
Need it perfect it's not Take a band off
I thought we was going fight
But you ran off
Now you making me dry
Turn the fan off
You ain't tired
Your dick need a pep talk
And I know that this song

Make your head bop I'm a Gemini nigga
I flip flop
If we beefing
I'm still riding drop top
And it's only for you
Gotta soft spot
You was jugging
And trapping off hotspot

If I had a dick
It would be soft
Cause you talking too much
Now I'm peed off
I'm a fuck you real good
Take my weave off
I'm a wood
If I could
I'm a treetop

Niggas talking too much got me pissed off
Bitch I'm high off the gas bout to lift off
Bitch my pockets getting fatter than Rick Ross
Getting money and I'm stacking that shit tall
If a nigga playing around with them guys
Bruh and them make him hit the criss cross
Everyday I hit the booth and snap on the mic
Nigga that's what I'm getting rich off
Nigga I got racks, racks, racks
Nigga I got racks, racks, racks
Man these niggas ain't getting no bag, bag, bag
All my bitches they be bad, bad, bad
On Gang nigga Yea
My bitch so bad, and all of her friends
Shit don't make no sense
Had to cut that bitch off she always on game
Man she must think I'm playing
Now you must step your game
Your bitch in a Honda, my bitch in a beamer
Man my nigga he get rowdy just Ronda
He'll knock out your mans