Tokyo!

I got the streets on smash mode

Too many hoes, gotta keep me a passcode

Bullet big as a asshole

Yeah, the chop make you sleep in a rat hole

This beat really sound like an outro

7:30 hit the bitch with the astro

I was in New York eating Mastro's

You wanted smoke, you gone get what you asked for

Yeah, yeah

This beat right here gone fuck up their ears

No melody, this bitch kinda weird

Too fucking hard, make me jump off a hill\

Swerving the coupe, Jesus take the wheel

You don't want no smoke, lil' boy be for real

Hold on, wait, chill

Here, take this pill, whew, disappear

Get hit with the banger if you try to get near

Too many hoes I don't know who to fuck

Too many houses, which one to shoot up

Fuck it, shoot the whole block up

Who did that? Not us

Roll up the pack, he be smelling like musk

Get the fuck out, I don't wanna here you fuss

You a peon boy , you can't even cuss

This is good drank, this is not cut

What did you spend on your clothes?

Didn't spend shit, you gotta stick to your hope

We gave you two weeks to invest in some bows

Push up on Six7, get it for low

Nah, I'm just playing, Six7 just playing too

If I spend ten bands, he spending ten bands too

We made it out of the hood, then you can too

No , we not cuffing these bitches, just ran through

Ooh, turn it up a little bit

I ran it up, I need me a Fitbit

Scared to post up at his house 'cause we hit shit

Made that boy switch up his car like a stick shift

Oh, I need a private jet

No, I will not pay for sex

Come here with your face and your neck

Yeah, show me the best

Yeah, big choppa make 'em do the Doug E Fresh

Phew, phew, phew, shoot through their vest