Ampichino - Tokyo Drift lyrics

[Intro: Ampichino] Cheah Uh [Verse 1: Ampichino] Exotic denim, what the fu*k you been sniffing? Saying that you’re dope, must’ve got coke in your system Staring at crystals through Cartier lenses Breaking down chickens in Pyrex dishes Flip cake like this quick, tennis anklets for my mistress Tokyo drift, Ferrari shift kid Nitwits, you’re still selling coke, ain’t ya? Fentanyl, a straw and a coke hanger Footsteps of danger, fu*king up the city You ain’t never had no work that could take a 60 Rich [?], keep one up in the chamber Square turned killer, guess you [?] a gangster Innocencе, [?] tear through tenemеnts Went from [?] business to color of cinnamon My women friend want to drape me in gold 300K duct taped on the roll Don’t break off my nose when they make my monumental Just drop off the load out in Lincoln Continental Think beyond your mental, creep up kind of gentle Shatter your dreams, leave you leaking on your pillow My life like a movie, you wouldn’t understand though My plug rolled up on the camo rocking some Louis sandals [?] [?], have you ever heard of ni**as that purge, drug wars, we’re murderers [38 Spesh speaking] Huh Yo Amp, we done survived real wars out here, man R.I.P. to all my motherfu*king enemies and their little brothers, huh We’ll finish this sh*t in Hell, man Straight like that, but right now Uh [Verse 2: 38 Spesh] I’m living harder, my business in order I’m hated by many but thankful for the love that I get from my daughter It was harder, now we’re living smarter Give us quarters, I’ma turn your living quarters to a brick and mortar See I started off pitching water In front of my aunt crib, now the sh*t that I smoke is an engine starter I ran sh*t you never been in charge of You never been a part of million-dollar meetings with two business partners We was kids, we had missing fathers Now it’s Coupes with missing roofs and facial recognition starters Told Mama I’ma make it out And I made a route selling cocaine right out my neighbor’s house My kitchen crowded, took the table out Nowhere to sit, so many pounds on the floor, I could’ve made a couch Ask around, all the gangsters vouch On the low, they see me grow from shoeboxes to bank accounts We make deposits and don’t take it out ‘Cause we don’t need it, that’s just-in-case money that we don’t think about Trust