Looney Tune lyrics

[Intro]
(Legend made another one)

[Verse 1: EBK Young Joc]
Ain't no caps in my rap, I really done it (I really did it)
She said she got a fee, I ain't no P, but, baby, run it (Ayy, run it in)
Was down on my di*k, I turned nothin' into somethin'
The said the party dry, we on our way to get it jumpin' (We on our way)
You know how we rock
Glock on me, these ain't got safety or a de-c*ck
Giddyup, b*tch, giddyup, yeah, yeehaw
Okay, hold on, bring it back, let the beat drop
She said, "Joc, can you be my n*gga?" I'm like, "I think not"
No relationships
Blunt to the neck, you can't hit it, I be facin' sh*t
No. 2 pencil with this Glock, I'm erasin' sh*t
Calling my phone acting like she want it, but can't take the di*k
Your car smoking when you pull off, you can't race the whip
Pole on me when I go to sleep or I take a sh*t
Come up off that Rollie, brodie on him, we'll break your wrist
When we on the block, nobody slide, they don't take that risk
Put your cape on if you want her and come save this b*tch
Pole on me, plus it's one behind me, me and Trey don't slip
Me and Trey don't slip
Pole on me, plus it's one behind me, me and Trey don't slip
[Verse 2: EBK Trey B]
I just seen a sucker blacked out, I had to drop ski
I'll shoot a n*gga and shoot a vid, I just called Skeam
Before a sucker kill me off the juice, I might OD
I'll slap a n*gga and take his chain, I'm his OG
Ayy, ayy, I'm a big dog
I just caught a sucker out of bounds and now I'm p*ssed off
Police n*gga tryna rap, oh, he Rick Ross
b*tches wanna f*ck with no bucks, baby, get lost
b*tches wanna f*ck with no fee, I'm like, "What the f*ck?" (What the f*ck?)
You a dummy if you think we bout to knuckle up
If the boys ever get behind me, better buckle up
'Cause I'ma get to speedin' in the whip, really cuttin' up
Ayy, ayy, this a rollercoaster
Your dead homie in the grave prolly turnin' over
Every n*gga with me play with chops, we some real soldiers
This ain't no fake designer, baby, these the real loafers (Real sh*t)
This ain't no fake Perc, n*gga, these the real scripts
I ain't never been on vacation, but take field trips
You probably never seen no dog food, but this a real brick
Every time you slide, somebody—shh, and that's real sh*t