Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song No Joke, artist - Shy Glizzy. Date of issue: 16.09.2020
Song language: English
No Joke |
| Young Jefe Holmes |
| Brr, brr, yeah |
| King of my city, yeah they treat me like the pope (Oh) |
| My shooter got a fifty, you gon' get your ass smoked (Grrrrt) |
| They call me Glizzy Glizzy, didn’t they tell you I ain’t no joke? |
| (Glizzy, Glizzy Gang) |
| These niggas must be silly thinkin' they playin' with my folks (Oh, oh) |
| Thinkin' they playin' with my money, thinkin' they playin' with my ho (Yeah) |
| She linked up with a dope boy, now she playin' with her nose (Yeah, yeah, yeah) |
| He got hit with that choppa, now he lyin' on the floor (Grrrah) |
| Bitch I ain’t no joke (Bow), they should’ve told you I ain’t no joke (Yeah) |
| I’m way out Cali (Yeah), playin' with them packs (Uh) |
| But soon as I get back, a couple niggas gettin' whacked (On God) |
| Niggas think they playin' with me, well, I think not (Not) |
| Boy don’t you know a body only cost a couple racks (Ha) |
| My bitch 'bout her dough, 2020 roll (Ooh) |
| Yeah she in her glow, and she look good head to toe (Head to toe) |
| Got a phone call (Brr), police just snatched 'Lo (Woah) |
| Screamin' free my dawg (Free the gang) |
| I do it for the Yo (Yo, Yo) |
| And Fleck got shot, yeah but watch the get back (Fleck) |
| Them Glizzies hit your block, and you ain’t even hit back (GG) |
| I put that shit on Thirty, I ain’t with the chit-chat (Thirty, Thirty) |
| And you ain’t gotta worry, it’s clicked back (Boom, oh) |
| King of my city, yeah they treat me like the pope (Oh) |
| My shooter got a fifty, you gon' get your ass smoked (Grrrrt) |
| They call me Glizzy Glizzy, didn’t they tell you I ain’t no joke? |
| (Glizzy, Glizzy Gang) |
| These niggas must be silly thinkin' they playin' with my folks (Ah, ah, ah) |
| Thinkin' they playin' with my money, thinkin' they playin' with my ho (Ah) |
| She linked up with a dope boy, now she playin' with her nose (Ah, ah) |
| He got hit with that choppa, now he lyin' on the floor (Grrrah) |
| Bitch I ain’t no joke (Ah), they should’ve told you I ain’t no joke (Ah, ah, ah, |
| ah) |
| Mister Run the Town (Yeah), Mister Run the Rounds (Boom) |
| Ain’t no respect for clowns, they know how I’m gettin' down (Yeah) |
| Don’t disrespect no parts of me, know that was out of bounds (No no) |
| I’ma catch you with that ARP and shoot you to ground (Boom, boom-boom, |
| boom-boom, boom-boom) |
| I got killers to the left of me and killers to the right (Ah) |
| So pussy you better lucky if you make it through the night (God damn) |
| You know your bitch on my dick, I’m thinking 'bout bookin' that bitch a flight |
| (God damn, God damn) |
| She seen my neck and my wrist, she told me to book that bitch tonight (Oh, oh) |
| Okay, nasty bitch, she want foreplay (Okay, okay) |
| Every day, I get truck load from Jorge (Jorge) |
| Coach Jefe, bitch, I never called a poor play (Young Jefe Holmes) |
| Free DF, bitch (Free DF) |
| He’s been waitin' on that court date (GG) |
| King of my city, yeah they treat me like the pope (Oh) |
| My shooter got a fifty, you gon' get your ass smoked (Grrrrt) |
| They call me Glizzy Glizzy, didn’t they tell you I ain’t no joke? |
| (Glizzy, Glizzy Gang) |
| These niggas must be silly thinkin' they playin' with my folks (God damn, |
| God damn, God damn) |
| Thinkin' they playin' with my money, thinkin' they playin' with my ho (What) |
| She linked up with a dope boy, now she playin' with her nose (Ah, ah, ah) |
| He got hit with that choppa, now he lyin' on the floor (Grrrah) |
| Bitch I ain’t no joke, they should’ve told you I ain’t no joke |
| Oh |