Pg Guap - Japan!

I got the drake no keke (Huh)
I got her wet like Fiji (Whaaa)
Pull up wit sticks Houdini (Gang)
I know that boy wanna be me (Stop)
Yea I got yo girl in the room (Yea)
You can get swept like a broom (On gang)
Yea imma thief raccoon (Cmea)
I'm goin up balloon (Gone)
Rock out a show know I'm turnt up too heavy
Leaving em lost like I'm Ed Edd n Eddy
Lil homie still post onna block wit machete (Oohhhh)
Spilt from his head spaghetti
Yea he a cap snapback (Sshhh oohhh)
Zip em backpack
Reminisce off a post he a flashback
I'm stacking chips, Rap Snacks
Drop onna spot where the racks at (Huh)
No I can't beef cus I had that (Huh)
Dat boy explore where the map at
Smooth finesser can't track that (Huh)
Oohhh they know we moving in silent
I'm in the mouth like some Trident (Whaaat)
I'm taking it no Ian buying it
If it ain't wit my bro Ian sign it
Get to the plane I can't wait til we land
Yea I mess with this beat think I got from Japan
Hit the plug tell him stop I'll be there when I can
They retracing my moves like they played in the sand
Oohh drop onna floor til he pass out
Oohh he a fan go scout no mascot
Pulled up on da lot no tags den bag out
I'm wit my youngins u know they gon flash out
I hop on da beat like Sequin
How u want smoke don't say nun
We takin yo pack so it ain't nun
Deep in the tide hole 8 guns
My diamonds kick karate (Ugh)
Tryna get rich like I'm roddy (Gang)
She take a pic, paparazzi
Lil momma she geeking out her body

Written by:
Kailon Burrell

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