G’s

[Intro: Tokyo's Revenge]
Akachi on the beat, lil' bitch
Oh‚ yeah‚ yeah bro Cliff with me in the booth
Ooh‚ haha, yeah, bitch
My dot red‚ just like Clifford
That shit is crazy, really, you heard?
I have my dog in the booth
I sold my soul for a hotdog
Look‚ look

[Chorus: Tokyo's Revenge]
Two Gucci G's on my belt, what you mean, bro?
Ku Klux, swear hate these niggas stay fiend, bro
Blue bucks, ice all on my shit like I ski, bro
Ooh-uh, Willy Wonka niggas really get sweet, bro
L and the V on my bag, fuck you mean, bitch?
Space dust diamonds, watch face, bright beams, bitch
Ayy, uh, pray that nigga wanna fight me, bitch
Dick with a scope in case you wanna sight-see, bitch
Damn, yeah I'm feelin' like I'm invincible
'Stendo clip with the ruler
It'll teach 'em quick like the principal
Bullets hit him in intervals
Light him up like a Christmas tree
Kissin' death, like a mistletoe
Special beam on it, Piccolo
Ooh, pussy nigga don't want no smoke, cancer
In your neck of the woods I'm with my stick, campin'
Trigger jumpin' like the Harlem Shake in the muzzle dancing
Horses in the white hood of 'rari like the fuckin' Klansmen

[Verse 1: Tokyo's Revenge]
I'm a cash cow, always was the kid to fuckin' spazz out
Dick down her throat, she couldn't breathe, made her pass out
Wrestle with the pussy, hit it raw so they smacked down
R.K.O. submission hold, made her tap-out
Tip-toe up in your crib, then I rob it
What's poppin'?
Thought shit was sweet 'till I popped him
I sound just like, who? (Haha, haha)
Ummm, yeah, that's what I thought bitch
Hello, let me introduce you to my dick bitch
Hello, introduce your man to the stick, bitch
Wrist-band, pull up on you then I'm shootin' shit just like a hitman
Quicksand, sick a nigga with the automatic with the kickstand
Switch hands, hold the semi with the left and make a nigga break-dance
If and when I find a nigga choppa kick him just like Ip man
I sound just like, who? (Haha)
Uh, yeah, that's what I thought bitch, hello

[Verse 2: Joey Trap]
I sound just like big Joey Trap, bitch
Post pics of me on the 'gram, you a catfish
New whip, got too much space in the back, bitch
Big bold blunts in the wraith, doing back-flips, uh
Wish a nigga would, fuckin' cap, bitch
Middle of the wish a nigga woods on a cactus
Cuttin' down a tree with a bitch on my lap, bitch
Nigga's only 20 put my city on the map, bitch, uh
Two Gucci G's on my belt, bitch
Walk around the mall with them bands like I'm selfish
Fuck on your girl, she a fan, break her pelvis
Kick that bitch out, money dance like Elvis, uh
Act like I ain't been in Daygo
Been out in Skyline when niggas got K's, bro
Been in Manhattan where niggas don't play, bro
If you want test us, you know what we say, bro
You a bitch, you won't beat me
Square up nigga, hit me first
I'll fucking let ya', swear my nigga
Sike I'm kiddin', keep a pistol
Square a nigga, I don't want a, uh
Conversation, uh, tear a nigga, look
I don't fuck with niggas, uh
Like KKK, my niggas never play-play-play
Niggas play-play, uh
I'm your favorite rapper
Like, uh, look, uh
Swear I'm feelin' like I'm Ku Klux, give a fuck nigga
You a bitch nigga, get fucked
On the block, with the stick, nigga
Look, and your bitch is on my dick, nigga
I don't give a fuck, pulled up in the fuckin' whip, nigga
Yeah, and the whip it cost a hundred bands
I just bought a drop-top so I can get a fuckin' tan
Yeah, huh, what it do bro?
Look, on the block, money blue, bro

[Chorus: Tokyo's Revenge]
Two Gucci G's on my belt, what you mean, bro?
Ku Klux, swear hate these niggas stay fiend, bro
Blue bucks, ice all on my shit like I ski, bro
Ooh-uh, Willy Wonka niggas really get sweet, bro
L and the V on my bag, fuck you mean, bitch?
Space dust diamonds, watch face, bright beams, bitch
Ayy, uh, pray that nigga wanna fight me, bitch
Dick with a scope in case you wanna sight-see, bitch
Damn, yeah I'm feelin' like I'm invincible
'Stendo clip with the ruler
It'll teach 'em quick like the principal
Bullets hit him in intervals
Light him up like a Christmas tree
Kissin' death, like a mistletoe
Special beam on it, Piccolo
Ooh, pussy nigga don't want no smoke, cancer
In your neck of the woods I'm with my stick, campin'
Trigger jumpin' like the Harlem Shake in the muzzle dancing
Horses in the white hood of 'rari like the fuckin' Kl-