SHIBUYA Lyrics

Get the cash, put the racks in the middle (racks in the middle)

I don't give a fuck, fuck ya feelings (fuck ya feelings)

Stack the cash yea, till it touch the ceiling

On the rooftop, we breaking the building

Pull up, shit getting realer 'n realer

Got niggas in Paris, we goin' gorilla

I feel like a monster, Godzilla

Turbo engine, my foot on the pedal

I'm too hot, like I'm on a griddle

Bible stacks of this cash, these not little

Supreme jacket, I feel like a skittle

I'm all about mula, hot like Cholula

Wake up, I'm blessed, yea hallelujah

Shit can get cold, yea in the winter

Superstar, you can't see me like John Cena

I got green, like a bamboo yea

Beat that boy down, while wearing a durag

I cash out, need no receipts, all this drip came straight from Shibuya

Lights, camera, action, we shooting

Feel like Tupac, yea I got the juice

Paul Pierce, yea they call me the truth

It's my life, ain't got nothing to lose

I'm a rebel, yea I break the rules

When it's time to move, I'm moving forward

I'm so up, I can't keep score

Leather jacket, that's Christian Dior

Pull up, shit getting realer 'n realer

Got niggas in Paris, we goin' gorilla

I feel like a monster, Godzilla

Turbo engine, my foot on the pedal

I'm too hot, like I'm on a griddle

Bible stacks of this cash, these not little

Supreme jacket, I feel like a skittle

I'm all about mula, hot like Cholula

Wake up, I'm blessed, yea hallelujah

Shit can get cold, yea in the winter

Superstar, you can't see me like John Cena

I got green, like a bamboo yea

Beat that boy down, while wearing a durag

I cash out, need no receipts, all this drip came straight from Shibuya

Damn I really hate niggas, like tow truck drivers

Bitch I been a man, just like Spider

My life trajectory was down in a spiral

Why you tryna play with us, are you tryna go viral?

Cooking these niggas, like I'm Peter Piper

Killed all of my enemies, ain't got no rivals

Autopsy said he was dead on arrival

Hadouken, like Ryu, like I'm a Street Fighter

Pull up, shit getting realer 'n realer

Got niggas in Paris, we goin' gorilla

I feel like a monster, Godzilla

Turbo engine, my foot on the pedal

I'm too hot, like I'm on a griddle

Bible stacks of this cash, these not little

Supreme jacket, I feel like a skittle

I'm all about mula, hot like Cholula

Wake up, I'm blessed, yea hallelujah

Shit can get cold, yea in the winter

Superstar, you can't see me like John Cena

I got green, like a bamboo yea

Beat that boy down, while wearing a durag

I cash out, need no receipts, all this drip came straight from Shibuya