G’s lyrics

[Intro: Tokyo's Revenge]
Akachi on the beat, lil' b*tch
Oh‚ yeah‚ yeah bro Cliff with me in the booth
Ooh‚ haha, yeah, b*tch
My dot red‚ just like Clifford
That sh*t is crazy, really, you heard?
I have my dog in the booth
I sold my soul for a hotdog
Look‚ look

[Chorus: Tokyo's Revenge]
Two Gucci G's on my belt, what you mean, bro?
Ku Klux, swear hate these n*ggas stay fiend, bro
Blue bucks, ice all on my sh*t like I ski, bro
Ooh-uh, Willy Wonka n*ggas really get sweet, bro
L and the V on my bag, f*ck you mean, b*tch?
Space dust diamonds, watch face, bright beams, b*tch
Ayy, uh, pray that n*gga wanna fight me, b*tch
di*k with a scope in case you wanna sight-see, b*tch
Damn, yeah I'm feelin' like I'm invincible
'Stendo clip with the ruler
It'll teach 'em quick like the principal
Bullets hit him in intervals
Light him up like a Christmas tree
Kissin' death, like a mistletoe
Special beam on it, Piccolo
Ooh, pus*y n*gga don't want no smoke, cancer
In your neck of the woods I'm with my stick, campin'
Trigger jumpin' like the Harlem Shake in the muzzle dancing
Horses in the white hood of 'rari like the f*ckin' Klansmen
[Verse 1: Tokyo's Revenge]
I'm a cash cow, always was the kid to f*ckin' spazz out
di*k down her throat, she couldn't breathe, made her pass out
Wrestle with the pus*y, hit it raw so they smacked down
R.K.O. submission hold, made her tap-out
Tip-toe up in your crib, then I rob it
What's poppin'?
Thought sh*t was sweet 'till I popped him
I sound just like, who? (Haha, haha)
Ummm, yeah, that's what I thought b*tch
Hello, let me introduce you to my di*k b*tch
Hello, introduce your man to the stick, b*tch
Wrist-band, pull up on you then I'm shootin' sh*t just like a hitman
Quicksand, sick a n*gga with the automatic with the kickstand
Switch hands, hold the semi with the left and make a n*gga break-dance
If and when I find a n*gga choppa kick him just like Ip man
I sound just like, who? (Haha)
Uh, yeah, that's what I thought b*tch, hello

[Verse 2: Joey Trap]
I sound just like big Joey Trap, b*tch
Post pics of me on the 'gram, you a catfish
New whip, got too much space in the back, b*tch
Big bold blunts in the wraith, doing back-flips, uh
Wish a n*gga would, f*ckin' cap, b*tch
Middle of the wish a n*gga woods on a cactus
Cuttin' down a tree with a b*tch on my lap, b*tch
n*gga's only 20 put my city on the map, b*tch, uh
Two Gucci G's on my belt, b*tch
Walk around the mall with them bands like I'm selfish
f*ck on your girl, she a fan, break her pelvis
Kick that b*tch out, money dance like Elvis, uh
Act like I ain't been in Daygo
Been out in Skyline when n*ggas got K's, bro
Been in Manhattan where n*ggas don't play, bro
If you want test us, you know what we say, bro
You a b*tch, you won't beat me
Square up n*gga, hit me first
I'll f*cking let ya', swear my n*gga
Sike I'm kiddin', keep a pistol
Square a n*gga, I don't want a, uh
Conversation, uh, tear a n*gga, look
I don't f*ck with n*ggas, uh
Like KKK, my n*ggas never play-play-play
n*ggas play-play, uh
I'm your favorite rapper
Like, uh, look, uh
Swear I'm feelin' like I'm Ku Klux, give a f*ck n*gga
You a b*tch n*gga, get f*cked
On the block, with the stick, n*gga
Look, and your b*tch is on my di*k, n*gga
I don't give a f*ck, pulled up in the f*ckin' whip, n*gga
Yeah, and the whip it cost a hundred bands
I just bought a drop-top so I can get a f*ckin' tan
Yeah, huh, what it do bro?
Look, on the block, money blue, bro
[Chorus: Tokyo's Revenge]
Two Gucci G's on my belt, what you mean, bro?
Ku Klux, swear hate these n*ggas stay fiend, bro
Blue bucks, ice all on my sh*t like I ski, bro
Ooh-uh, Willy Wonka n*ggas really get sweet, bro
L and the V on my bag, f*ck you mean, b*tch?
Space dust diamonds, watch face, bright beams, b*tch
Ayy, uh, pray that n*gga wanna fight me, b*tch
di*k with a scope in case you wanna sight-see, b*tch
Damn, yeah I'm feelin' like I'm invincible
'Stendo clip with the ruler
It'll teach 'em quick like the principal
Bullets hit him in intervals
Light him up like a Christmas tree
Kissin' death, like a mistletoe
Special beam on it, Piccolo
Ooh, pus*y n*gga don't want no smoke, cancer
In your neck of the woods I'm with my stick, campin'
Trigger jumpin' like the Harlem Shake in the muzzle dancing
Horses in the white hood of 'rari like the f*ckin' Kl-