Japan (Remix)

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah,

Oh, he tried to run on his mans?

Let it blam, then it jam

Shit got kick to another hand

Misunderstood, let him understand

Bitch, watch how you shake, they knockin' my pants

Stomach bobbin', I could barely dance

Thirty on me, no, I cannot stand

Catch a hit, then I fly to Japan

Like, bitch, who your man?

Oh, you think that he tough, but he ran

I did a clip, almost ducked out his jam

Every shot that I threw hit his mans, like

way

Hop out the V with the gang on a stay

Spinnin' through blocks, I don't look at the face

No evidence, yeah, we scrubbin' the case

Better move fast, gotta pick up the pace

I was just locked in a cage and I'm back on the stage

Turn over the leaf when I'm flippin' the page

Put him in ground while I'm actin' my age

Got the mask on, ninja, lookin' like a

moving out in Shindra

Kick out the door with a foot like a timber

He want it smirking and I saw it as a cinder

Bagging the green, yeah I need me a mountain

Hollows they spraying, they look like a fountain

Count up the paper, I'm prior to counting

Climbing the peak while you losers are mounting

How you gon talk when you hiding in lobby?

Taking these lies, yeah it's more than a hobby

Roll up the window, it's feeling real foggy

Moving so fast that my vision is choppy

Everything sleek and I'm back in the mood

Step on his neck if he's acting too rude

Keeping it level, I'm feeding the brood

Changing the weather, I'm telling you dude

What you gonna do?

Ran into me and he ran into two

Stay to the cut and I stay in the queue

Buying a whip that is probably new

Oh, he tried to run on his mans

Got a blam, deaded, jammed

Snake eye click, shootin' underhand

His face understood, let him understand

Bitch, watch how he shakin', knockin' out my pants

Tummy bobbin' like a Billy Danze

Thirty on me, no, I cannot stand

Catchin' hits then I fly to Japan

Like, bitch, where your man?

Oh, you think that he tough, but he ran

Empty the clip, I'm gon' torch out his jam

Every sound that I do hit his mans

Like,

Yeah, yeah, hey, yeah

Gotta go fast when the clock hit low

Where the Glock go?

Hit him with the flash, yeah, we keep it on go

He a no-show

Blowin' up quick, yeah, startin' to grow

Well, you know though

Walkin' with the gang and we keepin' it low

go

Like, like, who?

We coming for you, grah, grah

Flying out to the sun

Think you won, but we already done, bitch

Who your man?

Every shot hit is mans

Like, grah, Japan, grah, grah