[Intro: MadeinTYO]
It's Tokyo, yeah, and I'm boolin' with the (Plug!)
Ooh, skrrt, uh
[Verse 1: MadeinTYO]
Good gas in my blunt, she got them Yeezys on (Skrrt, skrrt)
Yeah she geekin', she know all the words to my songs (Sauce)
I told plug send the pack, he know the shit I'm on
I want that fire, want that gas, yeah, I'm all alone (Yeah)
And my new chick, yeah, a model so her legs long (Ooh)
Big gas in the morning, nothing could go wrong
It's the coupe clean? Yeah, exotic green, yeah
Got a Tesla, I don't put no gas in it (Skrrt)
And she rock designer, yeah, and all vintage
I drop racks up on my girl and made my money back (Racks)
And yep, I hit it from the back and had her runnin' back (Ooh)
And if I show you how to make it, can you triple that? (Sauce)
Yeah them niggas lame, ooh, they talk behind your back (Ooh)
The same bitches that they fuckin' listen to my raps
OG sound, yeah uh, with some underground (Ayy)
Yeah I came up, ooh, 'cause I hold it down (Down)
Like a freak jawn, tell me what you fuckin' like
Know you see me getting money and I'm on them flights (Skrrt)
Living real good, uh, I don't need the hype (Uh)
I'm a good looking rapper, I'm your mama type (Type)
And the neighbors started trippin', thought I was selling drugs (Ooh)
The way I got the pack and linked up with the fucking plug
See, I remember when they capping, they ain't show no love (No)
And now when they pull up, I hit them with the dub (Skrrt)
Versace robe on, hopping out the tub (Uh-huh)
Your nigga could never, he a scrub (Uh-huh)
They hate on me but I still show love (Uh-huh)
When you on the top, don't give a fuck (Uh-huh)
It's Tokyo, yeah, and I'm boolin' with the (Plug!)
Ooh, skrrt, uh
[Verse 1: MadeinTYO]
Good gas in my blunt, she got them Yeezys on (Skrrt, skrrt)
Yeah she geekin', she know all the words to my songs (Sauce)
I told plug send the pack, he know the shit I'm on
I want that fire, want that gas, yeah, I'm all alone (Yeah)
And my new chick, yeah, a model so her legs long (Ooh)
Big gas in the morning, nothing could go wrong
It's the coupe clean? Yeah, exotic green, yeah
Got a Tesla, I don't put no gas in it (Skrrt)
And she rock designer, yeah, and all vintage
I drop racks up on my girl and made my money back (Racks)
And yep, I hit it from the back and had her runnin' back (Ooh)
And if I show you how to make it, can you triple that? (Sauce)
Yeah them niggas lame, ooh, they talk behind your back (Ooh)
The same bitches that they fuckin' listen to my raps
OG sound, yeah uh, with some underground (Ayy)
Yeah I came up, ooh, 'cause I hold it down (Down)
Like a freak jawn, tell me what you fuckin' like
Know you see me getting money and I'm on them flights (Skrrt)
Living real good, uh, I don't need the hype (Uh)
I'm a good looking rapper, I'm your mama type (Type)
And the neighbors started trippin', thought I was selling drugs (Ooh)
The way I got the pack and linked up with the fucking plug
See, I remember when they capping, they ain't show no love (No)
And now when they pull up, I hit them with the dub (Skrrt)
Versace robe on, hopping out the tub (Uh-huh)
Your nigga could never, he a scrub (Uh-huh)
They hate on me but I still show love (Uh-huh)
When you on the top, don't give a fuck (Uh-huh)
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