Tell Em Off

(Intro)
Ahh shit - - This shits fire right here
Yeah that shits fire - -
I don't think you guys are ready for what i have in store

(1st Verse)
Everybody knows my name, its Joey to the P
Pistachio is what it stand for ya know you want my D

Cause a nutty guy, that's what they gonna say
Maybe I'll see you on the streets each and every day

Hope you don't get pulled over by me and catch a fine
It'll be a lot of money way more than a dime

If you don't have some money for it, it’ll be ok
Send your ass to community service so you can go play

With all of the other gangsters, that are out here mobbin'
On the street don't step to me or we gonna have some problems


I'm like a shooter in the streets call me Chris Kyle
Raised in Los Santos when I was a child

When I was on the cold streets I had nothing
Dumpster diving and begging on corners just for muffins,

I ain't bluffing - - these are facts
That's why my bars are like a story I will never cap,

(Chorus)
Now ya know a bit, so let me talk my shit
When I step up on the mic you know that I am legit,

So now it's my turn and you know I'm gonna tag in
Spraying so much fire you gon think i am a dragon,

Kind of like Aladdin but I have this magic
Don't cross my path cause it'll end up tragic,

Body damaged - - you can't manage
Cause Joey P is a straight up fuckin savage,

(2nd Verse)
Hold up - - I’m a fucking legend
Send your ass straight all the way to heaven,

God he be waiting at those white pearly gates
He's staring at you and telling you it's fate,

Why you so confused with that look upon your face
Let me break it down cause it started with a chase,

Joey P was on your ass, like icing on a cake
Before you got ran over, your stupid ass got tazed,

Your still looking puzzled, this is no mistake
You just died on earth the final resting place,

Fuck heaven - - your actually in Hell
You just woke up in Bolingbroke -  BOZO can’t you tell

Here's your chance let me send you on one final mission
Listen to what I tell you cause I have a nice proposition,

If you promise me that you'll give up on this life of crime
Ill reduce your sentence 40 percent off your remaining time,

(Chorus)
Now ya know a bit - - so let me talk my shit
When I step up on the mic you know that I am legit,

So now it's my turn and you know I'm gonna tag in
Spraying so much fire you gon think i am a dragon,

Kind of like Aladdin but I got this magic
Don't cross my path cause it'll end up tragic,

Body damaged - - you can't manage
Cause Joey P is a straight up fuckin savage,

(Mr. Lite)
Mr. Lite mixed it mane…and also - - do I get a reduction - - please

Bozo Can't You Tell (Prod. Mr. Lite)

(Verse 1)
I’m feeling so depressed, I got this pain all inside my chest
Now I’m sinking right into the ocean, my heart is beating with so much emotion

I need a potion, filling up my liver
Crippling anxiety drown it down with liquor 

Then it starts to trigger, all these strange ideas
My head starts racing and dreams turn into fears

That's when I lose it, I need to get away
But something grabs ahold, and tells me its ok

Fuck that I aint listening to reason, thats why im always followed by this evil fucking demon
Now i'm fiending - pop another pill, Please god give me anything just enough to feel, 

I’m crushing up some pills - mix the xan with addy,
Sprinkle it in my blunt sparking up a fatty  

All these voices in my mind, they really talking shit
The devil on my shoulder tells me -  take another hit

So I get lit and I get high, then the tears start falling from both my eyes
I just wanna die,  it's been a tough year, 365 days and i'm still here

Fighting everyday -  just to push it out, but i'm always remind of my doubt

I keep trying, I dont know whats next, all I can say -  is I tried my best

But you know everybody has there limits, I’m the type of guy thats never fucking winning

The devil keeps on grinning, with the angel on my shoulder 
Everyday that passes I’m little bit older

And I'm colder, I feel it in my heart, at the end now but wanna be at the start

(Hook)
I'm here round two - I wake up in existence
I've been reborn and sent back on one final mission
Quit your fucking bitchin- i’m bout to pop

I am killin it, rippin it when i'm going off the top
Please don't ever think you know me, you don't got what I got

Now i'm playing it, slaying it and these bodys will drop 
Please don't ever say your fire, you are definitely not hot

I am killin it, rippin it when I'm going off the top
Please don't ever think you know me, you don't got what I got

(Verse 2)
I’m feeling so depressed, I got this pain all inside my chest
Now I’m sinking right into the ocean, my heart is beating with so much emotion

I need a potion, filling up my liver
Crippling anxiety drown it down with liquor 

Then it starts to trigger, all these strange ideas
My head starts racing and dreams turn into fears

That's when I lose it, I need to get away
But something grabs ahold, and tells me its ok

Fuck that I aint listening to reason, that's why I'm always followed by this evil fucking demon
Now I'm fiending - pop another pill, Please god give me anything just enough to feel, 

I’m crushing up some pills - mix the xan with addy,
Sprinkle it in my blunt sparking up a fatty  

All these voices in my mind, they really talking shit
The devil on my shoulder tells me -  take another hit

So I get lit and I get high, then the tears start falling from both my eyes
I just wanna die,  it's been a tough year, 365 days and I'm still here

Fighting everyday -  just to push it out, but I'm always remind of my doubt

I keep trying, I don't know what's next, all I can say -  is I tried my best

But you know everybody has there limits, I’m the type of guy that's never fucking winning

The devil keeps on grinning, with the angel on my shoulder 
Everyday that passes I’m little bit older

And I'm colder, I feel it in my heart, at the end now but wanna be at the start

Crippling Anxiety (Prod. Mr Lite)

Fuckas in the street tellin me always at southside clothing 
Gsf aint bout this, gsf aint bout that 
Them boys on forum and sheitt
They say they gonna get rolled by BD 
SHUT THE FUCK UP 
YALL GANGS AINT KNOW SHIT  BRUH
ALL YOU MOTHA FUKAS AINT NEVA SEEN GSF LIKE DIS 
GSF ON TOP YAHER, BIG BDK IN THIS BITCH
SUCK MY DICK

(Hook)  
Smoking on a BD pack
Make you have a heart attack
Talk some shit you gon get clapped
You take Ls that's a fact
Fact, fact 

(Main Verse)
BD you a bitch and you know you got rolled
Right before you fought us all those blickys you got sold

That's fine cause your whole crew we put to sleep
Now all your weapons are ours to keep

We know you weak as f when you sit on top of roofs
Our bullets hit your head and your brains turn into soup 

Your body's covered in blood even tho your black and white
Now the whole city really knows that you cant fight

Did You asked to fight on foot cause cant drive
But when we agreed why did you just run and hide

72 hrs later you came back to dig in
Again you got clapped cause all of you is pigeons 

So don't start crying on twitter you got bodied
Come thru forum again and get mollied
BD paying 45 racks -  shittt probly 
 
(Hook)
Smoking on a BD pack
Make you have a heart attack
Talk some shit you gon get clapped
You take Ls that's a fact

Fact fact

BDK (Prod. Mr. Lite)

(1st Verse)
Why you out here robbing, with your fucking goons

You be looking at me like, who the fuck are you

BCSO and LSPD, 

Now that we pulled up, dont fucking leave

You take off on a chase, and you see me in your mirror

Roll down your windows, so you can hear me clearer

Look i just wanna know who do I arrest, if you start shooting bullets they gon bounce up off my chest
  
Ima the best, at this rap game, and this cop stuff, I don't look sane, Cause I act nutz

You dont wanna fuck with me, cause i am straigt goated,
Now i grab my PD9, bullets start to be reloaded

Everybody gonna catch a bullet if it goes stray

You know ima popping caps I ain't here to play

But i am that fucking Cop, always on the Top

PD taking W’s, we never gonna stop

So if you see my lights and they flashing red and blue

Get the fuck out the street casue you know we comming thru

Bow

(Hook)
You get hit and your laying on the ground
Bout to scoop you up and bring your ass across the town

To the fucking jail, throw you in a cell, casue you know PD bout to raise some hell

To the fucking jail, throw you in a cell, casue you know PD bout to raise some hell
(2nd Verse)
You know me man  this is just my luck
Got a promotion im a Trooper so Come get Boot Fucked

Wanna step, I now back the boys in Blue
Fuck with one of us and face my whole dam crew

That's true, Cause now i'm a Lil Trooper
I'll call up David Roxbury to make a Highlight blooper

If I catch your ass, when i'm riding  MOTO1
You better not hit the gas, let me catch you being dumb

Let me break it down and i'll start it really low
At the very bottom you got BCSO
 
Listen up cause im about to spill some tea
These boys can't shoot or drive Yupp LSPD

Last Up the Troopers cause they always on the Top
PD taking W’s, we never gonna stop

You get hit and your laying on the ground
Bout to scoop you up and bring your ass across the town

To the fucking jail, throw you in a cell, casue you know PD bout to raise some hell

To the fucking jail, throw you in a cell, casue you know PD bout to raise some hell

PDW's (Prod. Mr. Lite)

BALLA PACK

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