Trxp Cajah & WhoKilledCaiden - TO-OKYOBITCH (feat. B3)

Let's drift
Cruisin' with my side bitch,
18-wheeler doin drive-by's,
Drive real fast, gettin' real high
Bombs goin' off, see the Red sky,
Chinatown, singin' out, Red Sky
Quicker than a bitch in my Panther
Cruise right past in my Jaguar
Shells gettin' real hot
Scope stay thermal, aiming up red dots, now stop
Caiden keep the beat goin',
Runnin' out of words, but the mission is to keep flowin'
All black jag, so I'm dashin' in a Panther
German engineering like I'm pullin' out the Panzer
Ask on the phone, but you cannot get an answer
Shorty on the pole for the night, she my dancer
Crab in the sky like I'm linkin' with a cancer
Dasher, Cupid, Prancer, Blitzen
Dunder, Comet, Dancer, Vixen,
This the play where we fuckin' blitz em'
Special K just caught a victim
Call my dog up, fuckin' sick him
smackin' tongues, we fuckin' lick em'
Bitch gon' be ridin me, like I'm a rodeo
Wearin' a crown like I'm Ahab
Cold Sub-Zero, call me Bihan
GET OVER HERE
I got a Gini's, Genies, VV'S watch,
Plug hit my phone up, cruisin' on the E-Way
Caiden need a real job
C4 beep like a keyfob
No twist, V6, liftin' up the door knob
Eyes red, near dead, rockin' with the C-Mob,
Essex, catch this, drop it at the chop shop
Roadrun, real gun, hangin' out the drop top,
Big Bad Wolf, but I'm puffin' in the house
Enterin' my lair, and she takin' off her blouse
Sneakin' in his crib, and we quiet as a mouse
Set it on fire with the oil, ima douse
Laugh in the yard, crack a beer while it burn
Rims scrape the curb when I dash on the turn
Pussy, ocean, sea world,
Shot to the back till he curl
Red eye devil
Get on my level
Ask about me press down on the pedal ;)
Break
Don't stop
Let's drift
To-okyo bitch
Hop off my dick
See me in public, I ain't take no pics,
B3
Yo
yo
B3, we out here
Bitch gone be blowin' me, while im in Tokyo,
Tellin' your shorty I wipe all her tears right after your funeral,
I'm up in her utero, takin' no intervals
That's how we do it yo,
Capital punishment let me get under it,
Just for the fun of it rubbin' and touchin' it like I'm a baby
I need all your lovin', bitch,
My bitch got bombs and they by Jihad,
Fear of God in my voice when I come with the noise
Talk shit that boy pull out that toy like a nerf
Have you down on the turf talkin' bout
OMG, my heart hurts
Put a curse on your hearse, and after you're in the dirt
I'll steal your girl purse,
The worst that's me
B3, your enemy
You'll never see me
Theif in the night
Take your property
It's a mockery
Y'all ain't stoppin' me,
I'm shittin' on the whole industry,
B3

Written by:
Caiden Hoffman, Micajah Tarrant

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