TOMMY WRIGHT III - Local Jokers lyrics

rate me

(feat. Chargepartnaz, C-Roc (Tommy Wright III))

[Chorus: x2]

Too nationwide to be local goin' worldwide wid my vocals

Comin' up on you bitches while all you bustas stay local

Remember the phrase that you wouldn't make it?, well I made it bitch,

I'm gettin' rich you gettin' dicked off your producer and click

[Verse 1: Lil Sko]

Straight from Shelby County

It's them niggas man shoot gettin' away from the bounty,

Hunter cause I done a stang, it's whenever whatever man

Gots to get me gold, but it ain't at the end ah the rainbow

Thinkin' about me cash flow while sippin' on a Mickelo

I went for box Chevys prowled around big boy shit lookin' heavy

See most ah y'all really can't rap

and get booted outta the industry like confetti

But keep it an' come steady, gots to stay about my screela

Never known to be no killa but put that thrilla, in yo raw manilla

It's raps last drug dealer, keepin' me path clear four leaf clover

Knowin' one day I'll be flippin' my tricycle in, for a Range Rover

See bustas know it's over, I'm runnin' over obstacles like a tractor

[But what if somebody try to get wit you Sko?]

Rebel and it wasn't no factor

[Chorus]

[Verse 2: Psycho]

Now I came up hard in the rap game tryna get my motherfuckin' ends to meet

Got tired ah walkin' the streets and patch my feet all on the concrete

Ten toes down do not fuck around, on this black and blue part ah town

You best to grab yo tone when niggas wid gold teeth come around

Now I might be the P, to the S, to the Y, to the C, to the H, to the O

But I'm still about my cash flow so back up off me hoe

Now who's to say a nigga from the South ain't got the right to be

nationwide?

?When moms put the game down?,

was the first motherfucka niggas see on tv's and wide

Chargepartnaz in the house, nigga run ya mouth

Nigga straight from the motherfuckin' Dirty South

We started this, so why you cryin' bitch

That's why we kick ya motherfuckin' ass out the click

Ya got anna joan, betta bring it on

Every motherfuckin' Chargepartna carry tone

Nigga bonafied, nigga sure to find

Ya click showin' up on record lable nationwide

[Chorus]

[Verse 3: C-Roc]

Feel me, comin' from the land ah M-Town to flex

And I ratter tatter tatter put ya down in the ground

And chomp up the Street Smart, Family

Are you ready to go to war?, can you handle me?

Every hater want a song when I'm down to clown

Jealousy'll will never get the best ah me I'm firin'

Enemies to the ribs, every motherfuckin' nigga gonna feel it

Every gang, every cut, wanna ride wid a rut

Yet still, yet still I gotta tell 'em what's up

Straight from a Chevy, to the Lex, or a plane, to a jet

Sippin' Dom Perignon out a cup, enemy duck,

Never put trust in the ones that I ride wid

We stay timed to click up

Used to be bigger but I not scared

Plus I don't get what I'm livin' for will I corrupt

We comin' so clean on you haters and thinkin' it's love

But we worryin' for sets that are close

The gangsta boo family that gimme respect

Take they bitches and serve 'em we send to the door

And we bust if you don't know,

Get twisted by steppin' or vampin' a hation a Gs

Street Smart baby gimme the contract

Cause all the productivity will make it achieve

[Chorus]