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Bas

"And You"

[Intro: Token]
Yeah, yeah

[Verse 1: Token]
(Yuh) Young ass kid with great ass credit (What?)
Even my DJ said it, tour turned me to a insane menace
Ocean view, we ain't jealous
Life is a beach, that beach ain't Venice
Pull up with a racket like Wii Play Tennis
My b*tch look like Elaine Benes (Yuh, yuh)
Dirty mouth, I don't groom
Wife the b*tch, nah I don't groom
Foreign b*tch, Heidi Klum
Scoop the b*tch, I'm the spoon
b*tch the witch, I'm the broom
Dead the b*tch, I'm the tomb
Good afternoon, how ya doin'?
Oh, I'm okay man, I can't complain
It ain't my sh*t if it don't bang
Look, my forehead got the "V" vein
That "V" stand for "Very Deranged"
I get a zombie, but ya need brain
I get her kidneys where my kids hang
I get a big dream and a big name
I get your b*tch key on my key chain

[Pre-Chorus: Token]
Ayy, ayy (Ayy, ayy)
Hop in the game and break the fence, mayday (Mayday)
I'm in this game to make some ends, pay-pay (Pay-pay)
I'm in this game to make some friends, hey-hey (J-K)

[Chorus: Token]
I'ma kill you and you and you (Fu-)
You and you and you and you and you (Yeah)
You too, you, and you, and you, and you, and you (Chyuh, chyuh, chyuh, chyuh)
Who?

[Verse 2: IDK]
Who? (Him)
Shot, shot (Ah!)
Duck, duck (Down)
Make a n*gga run like goose (Uh)
Pull up in the backstreet, pull out that heat
Scream "Ricky!" Boyz n the Hood
Red beam and I speed off
Balancin' the rap and trap, I'm so see-saw
Give a n*gga asthma attack, he can't breathe, y'all
You don't really understand, you need ESOL
With feet off, I still run the rap game for the new n*ggas
My career feel like the new Jigga
Your career feel like the new Tigga
Can anybody tell me who bigger? Who figure?
I don't really f*ck with industry friends
If you really know what's up, most n*ggas pretend
Everybody want beef, everybody's reachin'
When you ready for the smoke, everybody's ePen
Everybody's sleepin' on the kingpin
Make a n*gga really seep in when I creep in
Booked every f*ckin' weekend 'til the week ends
You keep tryna pretend you don't see him
'Til I blow up, ISIS, Middle-Eastern, boom!

[Pre-Chorus: Token]
Hop in the game and break the fence, mayday (Mayday)
I'm in this game to make some ends, pay-pay (Pay-pay)
I'm in this game to make some friends, hey-hey (J-K)

[Chorus: Token]
I'ma kill you and you and you (Fu-)
You and you and you and you and you (Chyeah)
You too, you, and you, and you, and you, and you (Chyuh, chyuh, chyuh, chyuh)

[Verse 3: Bas & Token]
Not what I want, but I feel like I planned it
I am the iceberg in the Titanic
Bas sink ships, b*tch, better than this do
You and you and you and (You)
No
rap crew, let's keep it organic
No fast food, b*tch, keep it organic
Come on my tour bus, see an assortment
Fruits and host a killa, too
You and you, hers and his
Told my b*tch I don't chase no b*tch

Yeah, f*ck I chase a b*tch for?
Now I ain't got the patience
sh*t, countin' got my wrist sore
Been flippin' through big faces
Them Benjamins, they packed in
They claustrophobic (Get 'em)
Bassy dope and Token hold consignment
Comin' off a corner like a blown assignment
Blowin' chronic, b*tch I saw you shinin'
Settin' fires with the phony diamonds
Made me laugh 'til I hold my side
Your jeweler drive a Uber on the side
You n*ggas sus, you won't come outside
With some of mine, NY, let's get it

[Pre-Chorus: Token]
Ayy, ayy (Ayy, ayy)
Hop in the game and break the fence, mayday (Mayday)
I'm in this game to make some ends, pay-pay (Pay-pay)
I'm in this game to make some friends, hey-hey (J-K)

[Chorus: Token]
I'ma kill you and you and you (Fu-)
You and you and you and you and you (Chyeah)
You too, you, and you, and you, and you, and you (Chyuh, chyuh, chyuh, chyuh)

[Verse 4: Token]
Ayy, tell my fans I'm a genius (Genius)
Tell my girl that I'm leaving (Goodbye)
My b*tch ask me for the truth, I told her the truth is I got secrets
Comin' home, my cologne smell like money and hoes
Oh no, my mama no believe it
Hotel room got too much space, I could fit all my demons
All my demons, all my habits, all my homies
How y'all feeling?
Feelin' in charge, get in my car
My b*tch ass got a Michelin star
I don't sleep, I don't set alarms
When I speak, it's a seminar
If I said the bar, then I set the bar
I could buy your self-worth with my debit card, God damn

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