JAPAN Lyrics

I've been gettin' faded, my heart really gettin' cold

Chillin' lookin' at the ceiling, feelin' up a ratchet hoe

I don't give a fuck about this shit, I pop out cause I can

What's the plan? Hop up on a flight, I'm headed to Japan

Designer wrist, Nike for my kicks, my bitch lookin pissed

I've been on my shit for years, bout to show em I exist

I don't think that I'm gon' sign, cause if I sign that means I'm done

Devil won, I pull out my gun, shoot for number one

This bitch stunned, I don't wanna fuck, I know she not the one

Too much fun, my kicks got the gum, check look like it's plum

We gon' ride, my dogs ready if the charge be homicide

But I bet your crew is counterfeit, they'd take the other side

Rat you out, stab you in the back before you get to shout

Just like Shout, bout to wipe that stain, you simply want the clout

Hope you ready when the devil come, loaded clips and tommy guns

Hell on earth, but we the ones who keep the motherfuckin' drum

I've been gettin' faded, my heart really gettin' cold

Chillin' lookin' at the ceiling, feelin' up a ratchet hoe

I don't give a fuck about this shit, I pop out cause I can

What's the plan? Hop up on a flight, I'm headed to Japan

Designer wrist, Nike for my kicks, my bitch lookin pissed

I've been on my shit for years, bout to show em I exist

I don't think that I'm gon' sign, cause if I sign that means I'm done

Devil won, I pull out my gun, shoot for number one

Half past five and the bitch look busty, open up a zip that's musty

Pull another fifth from the bottom of the cabinet, damn that shit too crusty

Clock says six, now the sun's out, buns out

Bad lil' bitch do a turn now, skirt down

Had to get real so I'm stern now, learn now

All these lil' hoes really yearn now, swerve now

What you wanna do? Gotta get this food, gotta get this bread, gotta feed your crew

How you gonna roll when the dough get low? Gotta steal that show, gotta pay that toll

I don't wanna think no more

I don't wanna think bout links at the beach, sippin peach, rollin reef with the keif no more

I don't wanna think when it cease no more

I've been gettin' faded, my heart really gettin' cold

Chillin' lookin' at the ceiling, feelin' up a ratchet hoe

I don't give a fuck about this shit, I pop out cause I can

What's the plan? Hop up on a flight, I'm headed to Japan

Designer wrist, Nike for my kicks, my bitch lookin pissed

I've been on my shit for years, bout to show em I exist

I don't think that I'm gon' sign, cause if I sign that means I'm done

Devil won, I pull out my gun, shoot for number one