"Tongue Out" lyrics

Fucked up
Got me fucked up
Got me really fucked up
Fucked, fu-fu-fucked up
Really 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 gotta wake me with sound of a gun pop
You pop a bottle for fun and when I pop a bottle, let me make the fun stop
Put yellow diamonds inside of her pussy, it look like it's Patrick and Spongebob (Ayy)
Stick my arm outside the window like the stop sign when the school bus stop (Huh, brrt)

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)
Bitch, shoot 'til your lungs stop (Brrt)
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
Really fucked up
Got me fucked up
Got me really fucked up
Fucked, fu-fu-fucked up

I don't be rapping like Debbie's son, I be rapping like a motherfucking semi-gun
Tommy gun, I'm Tom-Thomas like Edison, punching club
Make them hug the wall like twenty-one, twenty-one, twenty-one
Take dick from the industry
T give 'em rape kits
Losing dignity
Pussy, filet, and shrimp
Holy trinity
Most of my life's pink
Shout out to Nicki
Bitch, I be ménaging with the profit and the consequences of the profit, it get dangerous
If I'm a son of a gun, my father had a silencer and didn't say shit
Can't go broke 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 (Brrt)

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)
Bitch, shoot 'til your lungs stop (Brrt)
Pull up, I'ma take your tongue out (Ayy)

And I'll pull up right now, that gun sound
It go, "Pop, pop, pop, pop, click, click, click"
I'm setting that boy ablaze (Yeah)

Fucked up
Got me fucked up
Got me— got me fucked up
Fucked, fu-fu-fucked up (Never Too Different)
Got me fucked up
Got me fucked up
Got me— got me fucked up
Fucked, fu-fu-fucked up

Proudly private 'cause I was 'prived of 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 to call shit 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 (Pup, pup, pup, pup)
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 can see 'em, how 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, T ain't gon' believe it
Percocet, just OD off me, bro
Reading Bible verses, holy smokes
I don't like one of her tattoos, but beggars cannot be choosers
Thirteen-year-old with a big bro, the sellers 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 wanna 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 (Pup, pup, pup, pup)
Scrunchies for pigtails, buddy
Why be afraid of cuts if my wrist full? 'Cause I ship 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 that hoodie just for my girl to get it from me
Jealous of me 'cause my new Audi is not a belly button
Melancholy, murder on my mind, I can hear Melly calling

Got me fucked up
Got me fucked up
Got me— got me fucked up
Fucked, fu-fu-fucked up
Got me fucked up
Got me fucked up
Got me— got me fucked up
Fucked, fu-fu—