Lyrics Valet Fuck Yo Biatch - Tokyo Rico feat. Miyagi

Let me get my strap in order
Damn your life is over
Tryna stunt me with a Rolex
(Rolex)
Guess you know what goes next
(Goes next)
Running up the pockets like you know that I own this
Pop one
Shot one
Hit him in the whole chest
If you tryna fuck with me just know that I'm a demon
Don't know what they seeing
Just let him sniff the coke I swear that Lil Brody Feenin
Had to switch it up cause I don't think they be believin
Had a shawty on her knees but she ain't looking for no Jesus
I be fronting on a opp like everyday is open season
I don't wanna cause a problem but I'll leave a brother bleeding
And just know I ain't bout it I just got a pen game
But no capping with the strap watch them bullets go ways
Too much ice around the neck turn it to a snow day
If we beefing for no reason just know that I won't play
I just pulled up on a opp but he don't wanna talk it now
Lil brody shook my hand I know he hate me deep down
360 hit reverse he gone feel them chopper rounds
And I ain't stopping till I see his body in the dropping in the ground
I think the valet fucked yo bitch and I am pretty sure she liked it
If you run it up on me then I'ma hit you with a fly kick
I swear I know they plotting on me like I turned into a psychic
They got me tripping like it's acid I'm with my gang like we in isis

Ay
Used to have a bitch that was super needy
This October pussy scary in this bitch it's getting freaky
I just let my choppa talk and I let my trigger finger squeezing
If you sleeping on me now then you must be really out here dreaming
Seeing Brody all coked up I think he really seeing ghosts
Passing out capping out he dying over a roach
I ain't playing with my bread I might just turn you into toast
Keep it 150 hundred Tokyo gone do the most

Its a fucking murder need an audience, the media
Cause you will wind up missing and they're never ever seeing ya
Hit em tween the eyes, split his head, and watch his body stop
Somebody get the mop I'm bout to pop and roll like auto bot
I'ma Finger fuck the Glock kill a opp and watch his body drop
Watch the riga mortis set in, and see body lock
Pull up to the scene of the crime, notice the body chalk
Imma pop out like an uzi, got the moves cause I just wanna rock

Someone come and stop me cause I'm balling like I'm Stockton
Dance like I'm Mike the way I pop him put the glock in
Brodie called me up I heard the beat and had to hop in
Once I pick the mic up I am never fucking stopping
Now I'm smashing on ya bitch when we was done she was tapping out
When I was bout to leave she was begging for another round
And all my gas unleaded best believe that I'm rolling loud
I be Cheffing on that pack like I'm Joji I be in the clouds
Caught em getting groceries, left him in the next aisle
Op just saw the Glock up on my hip, that shit erectile
Take it out and pop it off an incoming projectile
Hit em now he's bleeding gonna stain all of his textiles
Riding in the Porsche, but I don't own it, I'm the valet
Fucking on yo bitch the way she moving she do ballet
Asking for your car but something fishy like a filet
Check what's on your phone me and your girl was getting silly
Riding with my blick ah
Hit you with the stick yuh
Might really have to catch a body unload a 30 clip bruh
Really got this range shit
I couldn't do the same shit
Drop another oop I put the body in the pavement