Slap Ya Mouth

My dot red, just like Clifford

Joey, uh

I'm in Tokyo right now

I feel like Tokyo right now

Look, uh

Akachi on the beat, lil bitch

I know some real ass ****, bruh (Haha)

But the problem is there's more fake **** out (Fake)

Raw gas shake ya' house

Talk shit, I slap ya mouth

I'm out in Tokyo, you **** chillin' on the couch

Ask these **** what I'm 'bout (Bitch)

I keep the benz-areli parked about my granny crib (Nyewm)

And every time I come back for it they say, "How you been?"

I say, "I've been climbing to the highest I can get" (I'm chillin', bitch)

And me and Tokyo been willin' out and flippin' shit

I was never thinking for a fucking second that I'd come a second to you pussy **** (Huh, yuh, bitch)

Momma told me that the most important lesson, take your blessings and you shoot up pussy ****

Wow, I remember being homeless

Sleepin' on a **** couch

Rolling off the fucking addy's

Now my name is in they mouth (Bitch)

I used to sell all the Xans (Xans)

Now your girl think I'm the man, uh

Fit cost a whole lotta bands, uh haha

I'm off a perc, I can't stand up

You should ride the bus home, look

I don't even touch on chrome, look

But I always keep it on me

I gotta stay protected from the homies

Even your close friends switch nowadays

I'm frozen when I chill in the Wraith

My new whip got a whole lotta space

Your girlfriend text me all uppercase

She mad 'cause I ain't even wanna fuck her

**** get it out the mud, bruh

You a cop, you wanna cuff her

Tokyo we in the rush, bruh

Me, I'm stackin' all my funds up (Bitch)

I don't never give a fuck, bruh

I just want trophies, trophies

You wanna act like you know me, homie

Bullets make him dance like hokey-pokey

He want smoke but he be chokin' brodie

Car go zim-zim-zim, Invader, uh

Make him deep-through this AR, uh

Special beam cannon, gun, laser, uh

Suicide doors, wrist razor, uh

Supersize solar-beam, think with the ovaries

I am a metal on me with no holes in me

Ain't no one cold as me, other than Joey

Get to that bag of the green like some groceries

Joey be killin' beats, it ain't no problem

I got like a .30 clip inside my pocket

Remember they hated on me now they watchin'

I'm chillin' out in Tokyo, I gotta vomit

I'm sick, I think I ate some bad food

I fuck your bitch 'cause she rude

Swear I hate bitches that's prude (Eww)

Y'all **** made me sick, uh

Tip-toe up in your crib, uh

Yeah i'm about to take yo shit, bitch, yeah, uh

Slide in a **** like a flip-flop, uh

Left wrist fist like a big rock, uh

Yeah you lil' mama gave me lip-gloss, uh

I know some real ass ****, bruh (Haha)

But the problem is there's more fake **** out (Fake)

Raw gas shake ya' house

Talk shit, I slap ya mouth

I'm out in Tokyo, you **** chillin' on the couch

Ask these **** what I'm 'bout (Bitch)

I keep the benz-areli parked about my granny crib (Nyewm)

And every time I come back for it they say, "How you been?"

I say, "I've been climbing to the highest I can get" (I'm chillin', bitch)

And me and Tokyo been willin' out and flippin' shit

I was never thinking for a fucking second that I'd come a second to you pussy **** (Huh, yuh, bitch)

Momma told me that the most important lesson, take your blessings and you shoot up pussy ****

Wow, I remember being homeless

Sleepin' on a **** couch

Rolling off the fucking addy's

Now my name is in they mouth