Tokyo! - Splurge

I got the streets on smash mode

Too many hoes, gotta keep me a passcode

Bullets is big as a asshole

Yea, the choppa 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

This beat right here gone fuck up they 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

Wheew, dissapear

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 must

Get the fuck out, I don’t wanna hear you fuss

You a peon boy, you can’t even cuss

This is good drank, this is not cut

spend on your clothes

Didn’t spend so you gotta to your hopes

We gave you two weeks to invest in some bows

get it for low

Nah I’m just playing, six seven 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

Ouu, turn it up a little bit

I ran it up I need me a fitbit

his house cause we hit shit

Made that boy switch up his car like a stick shift

Ouu, I need a private jet

No, I will not pay for sex

Come here with your face and your neck

Yah, show me the best

Big choppa make 'em do the Doug E Fresh

Pew Pew Pew, shoot through that vest

Yah, Gang, Bow Bow