lame (prod. opi1k)*OUT EVERYWHERE*

lyrics:

Bitch I’m chillin at the top like woah
They tryna ca-ca-catch me tell em they a bit too slow
and I’m chillin in the back with like 2 bad hoes
Whole gang got blicks in the back on go

Like damn hah make more money than your dad
Pissed off, he be talking shit on Instagram 
*ENEMY SPOTTED*
Pull up to his crib and we make him hit the dash
Trackstar, way that he be running like the flash
Like in 1,2, I might blow
Got like 3,4,5 bad hoes
Need like 6,7 bands for the show
Got like 8,9 opps but I cannot fold

like fuck that, I don’t want to talk bout no treaty
Talking big talk but he won’t come and meet me
Talk shit we gon spin your block like a CD
Bitch it’s e-e-eyesore poppin out your screen like it’s 3-D

Bitch I’m chillin at the top like woah
They tryna ca-ca-catch me tell em they a bit too slow
and I’m chillin in the back with like 2 bad hoes
Whole gang got blicks in the back on go

catch me (prod. astral)*OUT EVERYWHERE*

HOE HOE WALKINDABUILDIN
thx for streaming <3
my ig @reaptokyo
lovo's ig @kidlovo555

WALKINDABUILDIN

WALKINDABUILDIN (FT. KIDLOVO)

welcome to hell (prod. astral) *OUT EVERYWHERE*

lyrics:

I’m like hey
Laughin my way to the bank
Too many bands better open the safe

Tokyo driftin, they not in my lane
Spinnin the block, you know we keep the K
Spin back around let that bitch hit his face
This K make you dance like that boy at a Rave 
2x

Too many bands in my pockets
Way that I ball think I play for the Rockets
Tokyo driftin no bitch I ain’t walkin 
Empty the clip let that bitch hit his noggin
Bad bitch, that bitch too fine
Playing that bitch like a PS5
Spin back around hit that boy with that fye
Call up the reaper that boy gonna die
Too fast think that I’m doing the race
Walk in the building like I bought the place
Think I’m a barber way that I’m running his fade
He think he carti the way that he missing the rage
Got a choppa on me that’s a whole lotta red
10 bad hoes that’s a whole lotta head
Bitch I’m passing em up I’m a whole lot ahead
Put that boy on the news I make sure that he dead

I’m like hey
Laughin my way to the bank
Too many bands better open the safe

Tokyo driftin, they not in my lane
Spinnin the block, you know we keep the K
Spin back around let that bitch hit his face
This K make you dance like that boy at a Rave 
2x

tokyo driftin (prod. xiao) *OUT EVERYWHERE*

Lyrics:
(My Verse)
And she hit my phone up like, 
Hellooo!
Yesterday she said she do not want me,
Drugs up in my backseat, 
Designer on my white tee.

Off an oxycodone I'm a zombie,
Girl don't be afraid of me,
Its just an internet personality.

Yeah this girl don't know the real me,
Three bands on a fit but I still feel anxiety.
B-Bullet through my chest I feel it fade away,
Blood on my jeans but when I'm with her numb like Novacane.
Sta-Stab me in the back, watch me fall again.
Caution tape around me and I knew we shouldn't have talked again

Your attentions my intoxicant
Cr-Crash in the whip, vision slow like a cryogen

(Letoa's Verse)

(yuh-yuh-yuh) Pull up like hello!
Everywhere I go I’m pulling strings like cello
Too much fucken green like we was living in the meadows
Got this blue on me cuz I’m ballin like I’m Melo
Like-Like lamelo
I can’t see straight off this substance 
Talk to me ay shawty love it
Running relays with the substance
Rolling with some killas they don’t want it
Internet personalities
Fake shit it gon leave u with a casualty 
Watch it if u talking back to me
I’m the boss bitches call me Palpatine.

Internet Personalities (ft. Letoa)

reflect (prod. soulzii) *OUT EVERYWHERE*

IM BOUTTA POP OUT!
@reaptokyo
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REAPTOKYO x LUISVTTON - 팝아웃! (ON ALL PLATS)

Money Moves w/ Naomi’s Grave & Eyesore

souls (prod. cyberia) *OUT EVERYWHERE*

enjoy the loud song

tell that bitch to mind her business, i am not a friend
tell that bitch dont call my digits, i am not yo man
tell that bitch ill neva die ill run it up again
i cant send you up to god, ik you love to sin
send that boy to hell somewhere he neva been

bitch i put in work, put em on a shirt
told that boy to stay alert but they put him in a hearse
couple hunnids in my backpack
turn em to a hashtag
talkin on lil bro find out why they call him packman

make that lil bitch twerk

make a lil bitch shake her ass, she wonder where i been
tell that bitch to mind her business, i am not a friend
tell that bitch dont call my digits, i am not yo man
tell that bitch ill neva die ill run it up again
i cant send you up to god, ik you love to sin
send that boy to hell somewhere he neva been

#haha think i give a fuck lil bitch then think again
got me laughing hard as fuck this bitch dont understand
you bitch hit my phone up, left that bitch on read

i cant even blame that bitch if she stop talking to me

lame (prod. opi1k)OUT EVERYWHERE

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