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Castawayz II

Tokyo Kings, Champagne jay, P-Trill, & Dae Bandz•Audio Oficial (YouTube API)

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Whip on foreign

TK, back in the booth

Champagne, P-Trill, Dae Bandz

Damn, this a classic (And this beat from Cash, not from YouTube), yuh

Bitches ain't want me, I end up flauntin'

All in your crib, not hauntin'

Bar's too borin', whip on foreign, ain't no '80 DeLorean

Block too hot like stove top, I know shit stack bread, no compra

Champagne flowin', ain't no growin', livin' la vida loca

I seen coasts get colder, niggas got older then Pop got shot

Upside down, niggas had no frown, but I know the whole block was hot

Tokyo-bound, Tokyo town, all of TK go 'round

Bar for bar like shootin' star, but I know them Kings come 'round

Oof, yeah, niggas know I'm never finished

I bang what I bang 'cause I chill with the gang

And I know that we makin' 'em victims

Body, kill 'em, shotty, spill 'em

Bazz go crazy on drillings, did what I did 'cause I been him

I'm just a man on a mission, shawty been duckin' my calls

I'm fuckin' her friends, then I dig in her wall

She noticed I fucked then she spazzed on the floor

Should've just bought her the store

She wanna be dripped in Dior

That ain't my rapport, that ain't what I'm on

Ooh, pain, ain't got shit to gain

Take two Mollies to the brain, on spring break, two Molly's gave brain

I'm on a whole different lane

Niggas ain't playin', get smoked like Jane

Make 'em a stain, then I go hit me a stain, I'm takin' his chain

Niggas be lame, just make sure you hear what I'm sayin'

(You hear what I'm sayin'?) "Castawayz Two"

But the team been clocked in

Got it on lock with my will, I'm a locksmith

See no opponents, just me and my conscience

Keep it cool, they ain't fuckin' with my conscious

Me, Jay, and Bandz, yeah, we goin' off

Niggas' thinkin' they hard, but they're flowin' soft

Only rockin' with Bob's, never rollin' Raw

Bar's sweeter than sugar, they know it's raw

Why shawty got tipsy, then asked me "Tip me"?

Niggas move silly, they cannot get with me

I keep it a trilly, I know niggas feel me

I leave haters red and I ain't talkin' Trippie

You movin' silly, I don't understand

Pray on my downfall, you ain't my mans

Not Carti, but you tryna play the boy

You in Bandz Land now, can't save the boy (Bandz, listen)

Me, Trill, and Jay, yeah, we locked in

Bandz back, like how y'all gon' stop him?

Talk on the bro, and y'all know that we flockin'

So y'all better consider y'all options

No coppin', better stand on that shit that y'all been on

Yeah, me and my niggas, we been on

If I catch a O, stomp him out with my Timbs on, like, like

Like, why is y'all talkin' on bro? Like I never saw y'all before

The Notti and Dotti is makin' me choke

Fuck rap, get back for your bro

Your bitch is a smooch and she give me the throat

And you know that's my knock that she tote

When she done, pass out to the bro, hit it once then I gotta go, like

Come see me, wait, come see we, Bandz, Jay, and the trillest P

Three sick flows on a iller beat, that's a big three, what a trilogy

Ayy, no hide and seek, I'ma find you, ayy

Shoryuken, I'm Ryu, ayy

Ain't a barber but I'll line you, ayy

Good Burger, I'ma fry you, ayy

Man, I hope you stayin' neutral

I do not wanna get brutal and discipline you like a pupil

Pull up with all of my shottas

They grippin' on choppas, and they all itchin' just to do you, uh

Wait, ayy, gotta talk it how I walk it, uh, if a hitter got a issue

We'll get to barkin', yeah, we'll get to sparkin'

I don't think we'll miss you when we march in

No static, I'ma get to shockin', no cars, I'ma get to parkin', huh

Ha (Yo, yo), once all the shawties see us, they gon' get to flock—

It's not that type of party, Trill, relax (Yo, what the— Can you—

That's the end of the beat?), yeah

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Castawayz II

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