Tokyo Drift Booter Bee
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[Chorus]
One bag for the whip, four bags for my stick
Two hands on the twelve, M flying to the Fifth
Three waps in the wizz, turn it Tokyo Drift
Ask the opps who I've slapped, I ain't shooting no kids
You ain't shot one soul, tell my opps "Stop lying"
You ain't been in the ride, hopped out, shots flying
You ain't argued with bro, who's shooting, who's driving
He said I'll get rich, everything's in due timing
[Verse 1]
Stop the car right now, I see a face that I've clocked
A few seconds go by and it's the face that I've shot
You ain't taking my spot, we ain't mashed the same works
I can tell you bout this life, show you how the game works
I can send you on the M, bring you back full of packs
I'm from that dirty side of Huddersfield, town full of straps
They never knew about H-U-D until I rapped
And didn't know about the opps until two got packed
[Chorus]
One bag for the whip, four bags for my stick
Two hands on the twelve, M flying to the Fifth
Three waps in the wizz, turn it Tokyo Drift
Ask the opps who I've slapped, I ain't shooting no kids
You ain't shot one soul, tell my opps "Stop lying"
You ain't been in the ride, hopped out, shots flying
You ain't argued with bro, who's shooting, who's driving
He said I'll get rich, everything's in due timing
One bag for the whip, four bags for my stick
Two hands on the twelve, M flying to the Fifth
Three waps in the wizz, turn it Tokyo Drift
Ask the opps who I've slapped, I ain't shooting no kids
You ain't shot one soul, tell my opps "Stop lying"
You ain't been in the ride, hopped out, shots flying
You ain't argued with bro, who's shooting, who's driving
He said I'll get rich, everything's in due timing
[Verse 1]
Stop the car right now, I see a face that I've clocked
A few seconds go by and it's the face that I've shot
You ain't taking my spot, we ain't mashed the same works
I can tell you bout this life, show you how the game works
I can send you on the M, bring you back full of packs
I'm from that dirty side of Huddersfield, town full of straps
They never knew about H-U-D until I rapped
And didn't know about the opps until two got packed
[Chorus]
One bag for the whip, four bags for my stick
Two hands on the twelve, M flying to the Fifth
Three waps in the wizz, turn it Tokyo Drift
Ask the opps who I've slapped, I ain't shooting no kids
You ain't shot one soul, tell my opps "Stop lying"
You ain't been in the ride, hopped out, shots flying
You ain't argued with bro, who's shooting, who's driving
He said I'll get rich, everything's in due timing
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