TOKYO’S REVENGE – BODYCOUNT lyrics
(ft. Jasiah)


[TOKYO’S REVENGE (Jasiah)]
Ayy, huh, yeah, um (I f***** that b**** )
I make music (And that’s on God, two times)
For people who go to school to fight instead of learn
(And she gon’ give me neck)
I’m— I’m— I’m too h****
Haha, yeah, yeah, yeah (I can’t even, put yo’ b*******)
Yeah, huh (On my mouth)
B****, ayy, ayy, yeah
(I’m not a b**** but that’s all I got, hold on, that’s all I got)

[TOKYO’S REVENGE]
We gon’ stomp him out
He talkin’ way too f*****’ much (Yeah, yeah)
What’s there to talk about? (Huh?)
He’s speakin’ crazy out his neck
So we gon’ walk him down (What?)
We at your house ’cause you ain’t comin’ out (Mm-mm)
What’s the body count?
We gon’ stomp him out
He talkin’ way too f*****’ much (Yeah)
What’s there to talk about? (Huh?)
He’s speakin’ crazy out his neck
So we gon’ walk him down (What?)
We at your house ’cause you ain’t comin’ out (Mm-mm)
What’s the body count?

[Jasiah]
Put my d***, her forehead
Pretty b****, gimme neck
I’ma replace your face when I dump out this lead
Put the blunt out on your baby
What he say? I can’t hear it (Stupid)
It’s too loud, and it’s laced, and I don’t motherfuckin’ care
Gettin’ stupid cash but please don’t ask, I’m gettin’ greedy, ayy
Count a hundred bands and then I laugh, you hoes be needy, ayy (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

[TOKYO’S REVENGE (Jasiah)]
Big clip in the bag, don’t wear no mask, I hope you see me, ayy
Seven figures in the bag, ain’t finna bring it back, my n***** be eatin’ ayy, huh? (Okay, okay)
Put an L right on your s*** like a Lexus is
I bought my guns straight from Tex’ like Alexis is
B**** hit yo’ neck, make it spin like The Exorcist (Huh? What? Um)
Sentimental b****, she don’t get no text (Yeah)
Ice all on my wrist ’cause there’s slits on it (Yeah)
As-salamu alaykum piece (peace) on my hip (Yeah, look)

[TOKYO’S REVENGE]
Oh, you got money do you?
X-ray vision, see right through you, huh (Uh)
You should meet this ruler, it cut through you (Yeah), Freddy Krueger, uh (Ayy)
That b**** Kryptonite (Yeah), she s*** my d***, I’m feelin’ super, huh (Yeah)
Stuffed money in my pillow (Hey), had a dream (Hey) like Martin Luther, uh (Hey, hey)

We gon’ stomp him out
He talkin’ way too f*****’ much (Yeah, yeah)
What’s there to talk about? (Huh?)
He’s speakin’ crazy out his neck
So we gon’ walk him down (What?)
We at your house ’cause you ain’t comin’ out (Mm-mm)
What’s the body count?
We gon’ stomp him out
He talkin’ way too f*****’ much (Yeah)
What’s there to talk about? (Huh?)
He’s speakin’ crazy out his neck
So we gon’ walk him down (What?)
We at your house ’cause you ain’t comin’ out (Mm-mm)
What’s the body count? (Stupid)