Tongue Out (feat. Jasiah) lyrics

Fucked up, got me fucked up Got me really fucked up Fucked, fu-fu-fucked up Fucked up, got me fucked up Got me really fucked up Fucked, fu-fu-fucked up I don't be sleeping, so when I do You got to wake me with sound of a gun pop You pop a bottle for fun And when I pop a bottle, let me know the fun stop Put yellow diamonds inside of her pussy It look like it's Patrick and Spongebob (ayy) Stick my arm inside the window like the stop sign when the school bus stop (huh) Bitch, shoot till your lungs stop Pull up, i'ma take your tongue out (ayy) Bitch, shoot till your lungs stop Pull up, i'ma take your tongue out (ayy) Bitch, shoot till your lungs stop Pull up, i'ma take your tongue out (ayy) Fucked up, got me fucked up Got me really fucked up Fucked, fu-fu-fucked up Fucked up, got me fucked up Got me really fucked up Fucked, fu-fu-fucked up I don't be rapping like I be rapping like a motherfuckin' semigun Tommy gun, I'm Tom Thomas Like it's a punch up, I make them hug the wall like 21, 21, 21 Take it from the industry, T give 'em rape kits Losing dignity, pussy for laying shrimp Holy shrinity, most of my life's pink Shout to Nicki Bitch, I be menagin' with the profit And the consequences of the profit can get dangerous If I'm a son of a gun, my father had a silencer and didn't say shit Take a bro with this so I'll be sitting on my fucking money till my leg stiff My leg stiff, third leg leaked Fourth leg of the tour, I'm paid, bitch Bitch, shoot till your lungs stop (brrt) Pull up, i'ma take your tongue out (ayy) Bitch, shoot till your lungs stop (brrt) Pull up, i'ma take your tongue out (ayy) Bitch, shoot till your lungs stop (brrt) Pull up, i'ma take your tongue out (ayy) And i pull up right now, that gun sound It go pop, pop, pop, pop (click, click, click) I'm sending that boy out back Fucked up, got me fucked up Got me, got me fucked up Fucked, fu-fu-fucked up (never too different) Fucked up, got me fucked up Got me, got me fucked up Fucked, fu-fu-fucked up Probably private 'cause I was propped off a profit, word to mother Token smell like the grey Goose ran out the zoo to her with others If I don't smell like that, I smell like tires and burning rubber Thirty on my neck just to get a triple-X shirt to cover I don't like the costly designer 'cause T the top designer T took that semi tool to the tomb in funeral attire Token got more stripes than the tails on tiger, tell Tony beat it I don't get cold feet, I defeat the cold till it's overheated Overheated He say the whole world need his new album, I say no one need it We be claiming so quick, we don't even date, they say I'm cheating She my twin, I get [?], can I come pray with the deacon? Come pray with the deacon, I play with your feelings She rose from the concrete, I raise from the cement TK won't believe it Percocet, don't OD on me, bro Reading Bible verses, holy smokes I don't like one of her touches but beggars cannot be choosers Thirteen-year-old with a big bro, the seller should not be users I really live by my words like the worst with a close liquor store So air-headed, decapitate me, I bet it won't hit the floor Hoes want to decapitate, ejaculator, fascinate me Grow on to congratulate, assassinate or agitate me Why you think T stay inside the crib like he ain't in somebody? Hair trigger, two guns to your head like scrunchies for pigtails, buddy Scrunchies for pigtails, buddy Why be afraid of cuffs if my wrist'll [?] bail money? Why be afraid of pops, I make her pop like I smelt it funny? Grandma still alive, her baby in the sky like Teletubby (Go get them, kid) Teletubby Eight-hundred on my hoodie just for my girl to get it from me Jealous of me 'cause my new hobby is not a belly button Melancholy, murder on my mind, I can hear Melly calling Fucked up, got me fucked up Got me, got me fucked up Fucked, fu-fu-fucked up Fucked up, got me fucked up Got me, got me fucked up Fucked, fu-fu-fucked up