Tongue Out 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 ’til your lungs stop
Pull up, I’ma take your tongue out (Ayy)
Bitch, shoot ’til your lungs stop
Pull up, I’ma take your tongue out (Ayy)
Bitch, shoot ’til 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 ’til my leg stiff
My leg stiff, third leg leaked
Fourth leg of the tour, I’m paid, bitch
Bitch, shoot ’til your lungs stop (Brrt)
Pull up, I’ma take your tongue out (Ayy)
Bitch, shoot ’til your lungs stop (Brrt)
Pull up, I’ma take your tongue out (Ayy)
Bitch, shoot ’til 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 ’til 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
