you in trouble - tokenblackygoguy lyrics
[intro: token black & omarcameup]
yeah! (omar on the come up! come up! come up!)
goin’ shootin’ ’til i’m hittin’ everyone of y’all (hol’ up)
aye, aye, aye (aye, aye, aye, aye, yeah)
[chorus: token black]
i was ridin’ through my city all black, b*tch (yeah!)
i was ridin’ through my city all black
if it ain’t about no money, n*gga, i won’t call back, call back, nah (nah)
n*gga, i won’t call back
[verse 1: token black]
i was ridin’ wit’ the gang on some gang sh*t
it’s the same sh*t (aye)
you a lame, tryna’ lame switch
we don’t lane switch (we don’t lane switch)
you get k!lled
i’m too f*ckin’ real, i can’t fake sh*t (nah)
keep the steel machine on my side like i’m [?], b*tch (bah*bah! yeah)
[verse 2: kezura & token black]
dedboii in the field, i’m ’boutta’ feed you to the flames, b*tch
eat up, all these bullets rippin’ through yo’ face sh*t
crazy how i dual wield this chop’ with my blade, b*tch
chopped up, blood and guts sprayed on the pavement
huh? whatchu’ say, b*tch? it’s on sight
i pull demons from the depths and we be creepin’ through the night
yeah, my heater got me freezin’ ’cause i’m cold when i snipe
so i leave that boy blind and put these shots in his eyes
like ugh, f*ck
touch me? i’m posted
slide wit’ that heat, hunt you down, i’m wit’ token
thirty*five rounds to yo’ dome and they soakin’
turn a single body to a big red ocean (aye, aye, aye)
[chorus: token black]
i was ridin’ through my city all black, b*tch (yeah!)
i was ridin’ through my city all black
if it ain’t about no money, n*gga, i won’t call back, call back, nah (nah)
n*gga, i won’t call*, nah, n*gga, i won’t call*
[verse 3: token black & ham sandwich]
nah, i can’t f*ck wit’ y’all
that’s why i’m so down wit’ y’all
yeah, goin’ shootin’ ’til i’m hittin’ everyone of y’all
yeah, hit a turkey, i ain’t sparin’ anyone of y’all
yeah, when the gang is on yo’ ass, then you in trouble
i was in a airport, wit’ the double mag’
gettin’ to the money ’cause i know we finna’ double that
every time i hit the blunt, [?] in my troubled past
yeah, but when the gang is on yo’ ass, then you in trouble (yeah, yeah, yeah, yessir!)
[verse 4: ham sandwich]
you in trouble, you was cappin’
you was bubble bass (yeah)
bubble if i need to scope a n*gga, i keep one attached (yessir)
[?] if i need to pop a n*gga, i keep one attached (brrah!)
muzzle flash, under pressure, he can’t struggle pass
lumberjack, chopper on my side, keep a hundred racks
boy, it doesn’t matter where you see me if you under that (what? facts, yeah)
[refrain: ham sandwich]
feelin’ like i’m subaru ’cause i can always run it back (yessir)
feelin’ like i’m subaru ’cause i can always run it back (yessir)
[post*verse 4: ham sandwich]
yeah, you was*
[chorus: token black]
i was ridin’ through my city all black, b*tch (yeah!)
i was ridin’ through my city all black
if it ain’t about no money, n*gga, i won’t call back, call back, nah (nah)
n*gga, i won’t call*, nah, n*gga, i won’t call* (call, call, call, call)
[outro: token black]
aye
yeah, goin’ shootin’ ’til i’m hittin’ everyone of y’all
ig live 2
b*tch
yeah*yeah*yeah*yeah*yeah! (yeah*yeah*yeah*yeah*yeah*yeah*yeah*yeah*yeah*yeah!)
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