Local Joker Song Lyrics

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Song:– Local Joker

Singer:– Maxo Kream

Producer:– Kal Banx & Mario Luciano

Written:– Maxo Kream, Kal Banx & Mario Luciano

Local Joker Lyrics Maxo Kream

[Intro]
Before I play freeze tag, I play kick door
Before I heard the word “romance”, I heard the word “hoe”

[Verse 1]
Before I play freeze tag, I play kick door
Before I heard the word “romance”, I heard the word “hoe”
Used to stash the package in the mattress or the sofa, huh
I was putting ki’s in the motor like Toyota, huh
‘Til I made that Lambo order, it’s matt black just like my Rover
Cops patrollin’ pulled me over, he just tryna make his quarter
Search the car because we smokin’, he ain’t even find a toaster
Momma ask me where I’m goin’, on my way to sell a quarter
But it’s persona that I’m servin’, no more gas back in detergent
Why you drivin’ fast and swerve? ‘Cause black Suburbans make me nervous
He let me go with just a warning, tried to joke about the feature
Had to call and tell the homies, not too long ago when we was

[Chorus]
Robbin’ niggas, I was roachin’
Trappin’, rappin’, I went global
I get paid to spit my vocals
I am not a local joker
No more sleepin’ on the sofa
Crib in Cali, I’m bicoastal
All the graphic signs and posters
I am not a local joker

[Verse 2]
It get hectic in my section
So my Smith & Wesson dirty (dirty)
Keep an FN when I’m steppin’, just like Stephen, it shoot thirty
Houston, Texas, what I’m reppin’
Off of purple serve and swanging
But murder blockas, Alief, Texas, known for murkin’, totin’ banger
When I go back to my hood, I see them same old niggas
On the same old shit, with them same old issues
Tried to show ’em if I did it, they could probably do it bigger
But all we ever talk about is them same old bitches and them same old stories and them same old figures
We was stackin’ up in high school, for them Jordans we would kill you
I could lead you to the water but can’t pedal your canoe
Reminisce ’bout money do and stupid shit we used to do