Joey Trap, TOKYO’S REVENGE - Slap Ya Mouth lyrics

My dot red, just like Clifford joey,   uh
I'm  in Tokyo right now
I feel like Tokyo right now look, uh
Akachi  on the beat, lil bitch

I  know some real ass niggas, bruh (Haha)
But the problem is there's
More fake niggas out (Fake)
Raw  gas shake ya' house
Talk shit, I slap ya mouth i'm out in Tokyo
You niggas chillin' on the couch
Ask these niggas what I'm 'bout (Bitch)
I  keep the benz-areli parked
About my granny crib (Nyewm)
And every time I come back for it they say
"How you been?" i say
"I've been climbing to the highest I can get"
(I'm chillin', bitch)
And me and Tokyo been willin'
Out and flippin' shit
I was never thinking for


A fucking second that
I'd come a second to you pussy niggas
(Huh, yuh, bitch)
Momma told me that the most important lesson
Take your blessings and you
Shoot up pussy niggas
Wow, I remember being homeless
Sleepin' on a nigga couch
Rolling off the fucking addy's
Now my name is in they mouth (Bitch)

I used to sell all the Xans (Xans)
Now your girl think I'm the man, uh
Fit cost a whole lotta bands, uh haha
I'm off a perc, I can't stand up
You should ride the bus home, look
I don't even touch on chrome, look
But I always keep it on me
I gotta stay protected from the homies
Even your close friends switch nowadays
I'm frozen when I chill in the Wraith
My new whip got a whole lotta space
Your girlfriend text me all uppercase
She mad 'cause I ain't even wanna fuck her
Niggas get it out the mud, bruh
You a cop, you wanna cuff her
Tokyo we in the rush, bruh
Me, I'm stackin' all my funds up (Bitch)
I don't never give a fuck, bruh

I just want trophies, trophies
You wanna act like you know me, homie
Bullets make him dance like hokey-pokey
He want smoke but he be chokin' brodie
Car go zim-zim-zim, Invader, uh
Make him deep-through this AR, uh
Special beam cannon, gun, laser, uh
Suicide doors, wrist razor, uh
Supersize solar-beam, think with the ovaries
I am a metal on me with no holes in me
Ain't no one cold as me, other than Joey
Get to that bag of the
Green like some groceries

Joey be killin' beats, it ain't no problem
I got like a 30 clip inside my pocket
Remember they hated on me now they watchin'
I'm chillin' out in Tokyo, I gotta vomit
I'm sick, I think I ate some bad food
I fuck your bitch 'cause she rude
Swear I hate bitches that's prude (Eww)

Y'all niggas made me sick, uh
Tip-toe up in your crib, uh
Yeah i'm about to take yo shit, bitch, yeah
Uh slide in a nigga like a flip-flop, uh
Left wrist fist like a big rock, uh
Yeah you lil' mama gave me lip-gloss, uh

I know some real ass niggas, bruh (Haha)
But the problem is there's
More fake niggas out (Fake)
Raw gas shake ya' house
Talk shit, I slap ya mouth i'm out in Tokyo
You niggas chillin' on the couch
Ask these niggas what I'm 'bout (Bitch)
I keep the benz-areli parked
About my granny crib (Nyewm)
And every time I come back for it they say
"How you been?" i say
"I've been climbing to the highest I can get"
(I'm chillin', bitch)
And me and Tokyo been willin'
Out and flippin' shit
I was never thinking for
A fucking second that
I'd come a second to you pussy niggas
(Huh, yuh, bitch)
Momma told me that the most important lesson
Take your blessings and you
Shoot up pussy niggas
Wow, I remember being homeless
Sleepin' on a nigga couch
Rolling off the fucking addy's
Now my name is in they mouth