DON’T! TOKYO'S REVENGE

[Intro]
(Evil on the beat, no cap)

[Pre-Chorus]
We got sticks, huh, don't worry about me (On God)
I just bought a Hellcat, brand-new SRT (Oh yeah)
With a beam, yeah, ridin' with a beam, uh, yeah
Halloween coupe, engine start
Make them bitches scream, "Yeah!"

[Chorus]
Ayy, I'll text you when I'm off the jet, I gotta go (Yeah)
I love this feeling, that's why there's hearts on my clothes (Uh)
Wish I could tell you I feel something, but I won't (Sorry)
Wish I could tell you that I love you, but I don't (Let's go)
Uh, uh, I do better all alone (I do better)
Uh, uh, why you keep callin' my phone? (Yeah)
Uh, uh, rest in pеace to those who fold
Wish I could tell you I feel somеthing, but I don't

[Verse]
(Huh) I keep goin' up (Yeah)
Okay, I just took this molly, now I'm throwin' up (Yeah, yeah)
Okay, why you all on IG posted with them guns? (Yeah, huh)
Okay, when we know you cap, you ain't gon' shoot none
I just went dummy again (Huh)
Daytona up on the hand
What's in my cup that shit red
She wanna cuff, but I'm fuckin' her friend, yeah
She keep my dick in her mouth while she answer the phone for her boyfriend, he mad, ayy (Facts)
These niggas off the meds
You niggas fuck with feds, uh, ayy
Hit 'em with a gat, put 'em in a pack, ayy
Walkin' with a bag, got a nigga mad, ayy
You niggas tryna brag, drive a minivan, ayy
Yeah, I feel like 50 Cent, you a "Many Men," ayy
Hittin' that boy flow but I do it better
She dropped the top like my roof in good weather
He b-b-b-buggin', I'm tr-tr-tr-trippin'
Bitch, I make him stutter with B-B-Beretta