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And You Video (MV)




Performed By: Token
Featuring: Bas, IDK
Length: 3:16
Written by: Benjamin David Goldberg, Abbas Hamad, Jason Mills




Token - And You Lyrics
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[ Featuring Bas, IDK ]

Yeah yeah
Young ass kid with great ass credit
Even my DJ said it, torture me to a insane menace
Ocean view, we ain't jealous
Life is a beach, that beach ain't Venice
Pull up with a racket like we play Tennis
My bitch look like Elaine Benes
Dirty mouth, I don't groom, wife the bitch, I don't groom
Foreign bitch, Heidi Klum, scoop the bitch, I'm the spoon
Bitch the witch, I'm the broom, death a bitch, I'm the tomb
Good afternoon, how ya doin'?
Oh! I'm okay man, I can't complain
It ain't my shit if it don't bang
Look my forehead got the "V" vein
That "V" stand for "Very Deranged"
I get a zombie, bitch I need brain
I get her kidneys where my kids hang
I get a big dream and a big name
I get your bitch key on my keychain

Ey ey (ey ey)
Hop in the game and break the fence, mayday (mayday)
I'm in this game to make some ends, pay pay (pay pay)
I'm in this game to make some friends, hey hey (J-K)

I'ma kill you and you and you
You and you and you and you and you
You, you, you, and you, and you, and you, and you
Who?

Who? Him
Shot, shot (ah!)
Duck, duck (down!)
Make a nigga run like goose, uh
Put up in a backstreet
Pull out that heat, scream, "Ricky!"
Boyz N The Hood
Red BM, I speed off
Balanced with the rap and trap, I'm so see-saw
Give a nigga asthma attack, he can't breathe, y'all
You don't really understand, you need Esau
We feed off, I still run the rap game
For the new niggas, my career feel like the new Jigga
Your career feel like the new Tigga
Can anybody tell me who bigger? Who figure?
I don't really f*ck with industry friends
If you really know what's up, most niggas pretend
Everybody want beef, everybody's reachin'
When you ready for the smoke, everybody's E-Pen
Everybody's sleepin' on a king-pin
Make a nigga really sleep in, when I creep in
Booked every f*ckin' weekend, 'til the week end
You keep tryna pretend you don't see him
'Til I blow up, ISIS, middle-eastern
Boom!

Hop in the game and break the fence, mayday (mayday)
I'm in this game to make some ends, pay pay (pay pay)
I'm in this game to make some friends, hey hey (J-K)

I'ma kill you and you and you
You and you and you and you and you
You, you, you, and you, and you, and you, and you

Not what I want, but I feel like I planned it
I am the iceberg and the Titanic
Bas sink ships, bitch, better think this through
You and you and you and (you)
No rap crew, let's keep it organic
No fast food, bitch, keep it organic
Come on my tour bus, see an assortment
Fruits and hoes to kill it too
You and you, hers and his
Told my bitch I don't chase no bitch
Yeah, f*ck I chase a bitch for?
Nah, I ain't got the patience
Shit, countin' got my wrists sore
Been flippin' through big faces
Them Benjamins, they packed in
They claustrophobic (get 'em)
Bas, he dope and (?) comin' off a corner like a blown assignment
Blowin' chronic, bitch, I saw you shinin'
Settin' fires with the phony diamonds
Made me laugh 'til I hold my side
Your jeweler drive a Uber on the side
You niggas sus', you won't come outside
There's some of mine, NY, let's get it

Ey ey (ey ey)
Hop in the game and break the fence, mayday (mayday)
I'm in this game to make some ends, pay pay (pay pay)
I'm in this game to make some friends, hey hey (J-K)

I'ma kill you and you and you
You and you and you and you and you
You, you, you, and you, and you, and you, and you, ayy!

Tell my fans I'm a genius (genius)
Tell my girlfriend, "I'm leaving" (goodbye)
My bitch ask me for the truth, I told her the truth is, "I got secrets"
Comin' home, my cologne smell like money and hoes
Oh no, my mama don't believe it
Hotel room got too much space
I could fit all my demons
All my demons, all my habits
All my homies, how y'all feeling?
Feeling in charge, get in my car
My bitch ask, "Got a Michelin star?"
I don't sleep, I don't set alarms
When I speak, it's a seminar
If I said that bar, then I set the bar
I could buy your self-worth with my debit card
God damn
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Yeah yeah
Young ass kid with great ass credit
Even my DJ said it, torture me to a insane menace
Ocean view, we ain't jealous
Life is a beach, that beach ain't Venice
Pull up with a racket like we play Tennis
My bitch look like Elaine Benes
Dirty mouth, I don't groom, wife the bitch, I don't groom
Foreign bitch, Heidi Klum, scoop the bitch, I'm the spoon
Bitch the witch, I'm the broom, death a bitch, I'm the tomb
Good afternoon, how ya doin'?
Oh! I'm okay man, I can't complain
It ain't my shit if it don't bang
Look my forehead got the "V" vein
That "V" stand for "Very Deranged"
I get a zombie, bitch I need brain
I get her kidneys where my kids hang
I get a big dream and a big name
I get your bitch key on my keychain

Ey ey (ey ey)
Hop in the game and break the fence, mayday (mayday)
I'm in this game to make some ends, pay pay (pay pay)
I'm in this game to make some friends, hey hey (J-K)

I'ma kill you and you and you
You and you and you and you and you
You, you, you, and you, and you, and you, and you
Who?

Who? Him
Shot, shot (ah!)
Duck, duck (down!)
Make a nigga run like goose, uh
Put up in a backstreet
Pull out that heat, scream, "Ricky!"
Boyz N The Hood
Red BM, I speed off
Balanced with the rap and trap, I'm so see-saw
Give a nigga asthma attack, he can't breathe, y'all
You don't really understand, you need Esau
We feed off, I still run the rap game
For the new niggas, my career feel like the new Jigga
Your career feel like the new Tigga
Can anybody tell me who bigger? Who figure?
I don't really f*ck with industry friends
If you really know what's up, most niggas pretend
Everybody want beef, everybody's reachin'
When you ready for the smoke, everybody's E-Pen
Everybody's sleepin' on a king-pin
Make a nigga really sleep in, when I creep in
Booked every f*ckin' weekend, 'til the week end
You keep tryna pretend you don't see him
'Til I blow up, ISIS, middle-eastern
Boom!

Hop in the game and break the fence, mayday (mayday)
I'm in this game to make some ends, pay pay (pay pay)
I'm in this game to make some friends, hey hey (J-K)

I'ma kill you and you and you
You and you and you and you and you
You, you, you, and you, and you, and you, and you

Not what I want, but I feel like I planned it
I am the iceberg and the Titanic
Bas sink ships, bitch, better think this through
You and you and you and (you)
No rap crew, let's keep it organic
No fast food, bitch, keep it organic
Come on my tour bus, see an assortment
Fruits and hoes to kill it too
You and you, hers and his
Told my bitch I don't chase no bitch
Yeah, f*ck I chase a bitch for?
Nah, I ain't got the patience
Shit, countin' got my wrists sore
Been flippin' through big faces
Them Benjamins, they packed in
They claustrophobic (get 'em)
Bas, he dope and (?) comin' off a corner like a blown assignment
Blowin' chronic, bitch, I saw you shinin'
Settin' fires with the phony diamonds
Made me laugh 'til I hold my side
Your jeweler drive a Uber on the side
You niggas sus', you won't come outside
There's some of mine, NY, let's get it

Ey ey (ey ey)
Hop in the game and break the fence, mayday (mayday)
I'm in this game to make some ends, pay pay (pay pay)
I'm in this game to make some friends, hey hey (J-K)

I'ma kill you and you and you
You and you and you and you and you
You, you, you, and you, and you, and you, and you, ayy!

Tell my fans I'm a genius (genius)
Tell my girlfriend, "I'm leaving" (goodbye)
My bitch ask me for the truth, I told her the truth is, "I got secrets"
Comin' home, my cologne smell like money and hoes
Oh no, my mama don't believe it
Hotel room got too much space
I could fit all my demons
All my demons, all my habits
All my homies, how y'all feeling?
Feeling in charge, get in my car
My bitch ask, "Got a Michelin star?"
I don't sleep, I don't set alarms
When I speak, it's a seminar
If I said that bar, then I set the bar
I could buy your self-worth with my debit card
God damn
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Writer: Benjamin David Goldberg, Abbas Hamad, Jason Mills
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC

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