[Lyric] No Joke Beat The Box (Quan'ta)

[Intro: Trippie Redd]
Ayy, big pole
Bad bitch, good throat (Big 14 know the fuck going on)
Good neck, good talk
Yeah, beat the box
Yeah, beat the box
Beat the box, beat the sauce of that bitch, yeah beat the box (WLVS, Looking for strippers in here)

[Verse 1: Trippie Redd]
All I need is some lean in my double cup
Lightskin trynna fuck with a big bubble butt
Uh, this life I'm living is not fun
Killin shit without a gun, one verse and you're done
Never really had a dad, I was just momma and son
And they said "Trippie you got racks!" I said "Bitch I got a tuck!"
I know this is my carrer but this is getting to fun
I sit back, just chill, lil nigga hit the blunt
Fell in love with a bitch, but that bitch be steady trippin'
She just cut a nigga off, but shit, I ain't trippin'
I got thirty three hoes so you can say I ball like pimpin'
I am gifted and reminisced by all of these bitches like damn
Textin' Uncle Sam, pull up in that r-rah-rah
Rari or that lamb
Yeah, pull up in [?], shootin out the windows
Slice his ass like Kimbo
No ball but I ball hard like I'm Jinjo
[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
Life no joke, pussy boy you get poked
Ayy, get poked
Bad bitch, good throat
Good neck, good talk
Yeah, beat the box
Yeah, beat the box
Beat the box, beat the sauce of a bitch, yeah beat the box
Life no joke, pussy boy you get poked
Bad bitch, good throat
And some good neck, good talk
Yeah, beat the box
Yeah, beat the box
Beat the box, beat the sauce of a bitch, yeah beat the box

[Verse 2: Quan'ta]
Okay, that pack comin' in
So baby start that trippin'
You ain't bad enough to stress
I swear lil mamma average
But she all on my phone, and she lookin' for the dope
I want that throat, after that, I gotta go
So much money on the table
Lately I've been round some bosses
These niggas be full-gazing, all these fake diamonds they flossy
These niggas be pussy, they ain't really from the trenches
These niggas be flexin', they ain't really out here trappin'
I got them pounds comin' in, aye
448 'em, 448 'em
Boy I swear, I 448 'em
Them pounds comin' in, play with Trippie I 448 you
Play with my money (448 you, look)
Jodye in the cut, that boy shootin' like a movie
Think we playin', ain't joke, and you want smoke
We givin' to 'em (and we cutthroat)
(Came up from [?])
(And in the bed, bad bitches, she on D tho)
(Unload, better duck low, dont show no face tho)
(Not no case closed)
[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
Life no joke, pussy boy you get poked
Ayy, get poked
Bad bitch, good throat
Good neck, good talk
Yeah, beat the box
Yeah, beat the box
Beat the box, beat the sauce of a bitch, yeah beat the box
Life no joke, pussy boy you get poked
Bad bitch, good throat
And some good neck, good talk
Yeah, beat the box
Yeah, beat the box
Beat the box, beat the sauce of a bitch, yeah beat the box

[Outro]
No joke, pussy boy you get poked
Bad bitch, good throat
And some good neck, good talk
No joke