Mercedes Lyrics – Token

[Chorus: TERROR REID]
Yeah baby, that’s a new Mercedes
Screaming out, “Yeah, baby!”
That’s a “Fu*k you, pay me!”
That’s a, that’s a—
Yeah baby, that’s a new Mercedes
Screaming out, screaming out
“Yeah, baby, baby”
That’s a “Fu*k you, pay me!”
That’s a, that’s a—

B!tch! What it do?

[Verse 1: Token]
Came from the city where the freaks don’t hide much
East coast time and the streets don’t line up
Broke my piece, I don’t even drive clean
But the shotgun queen, let an ego rise up
Tryna make mom less scared and my bro more focused
Scare them a little buzz when I post my associate
T put the mic into microdoses
T put the mic into microdoses
Everybody in the Jeep need more sleep
Bonnie tooth crack (??) ‘Cause you don’t crack smile
Think about it now, no one’s ever seen her teeth
And I know it don’t feel ’em
Gates out back like Bill on a building
Bro just want good feels and I feel him
Start new life off pills, he a pilgrim

[Chorus: TERROR REID, Diggy Graves]
Yeah baby, that’s a new Mercedes (Gates out back like Bill)
Screaming out, “Yeah, baby!”
That’s a “Fu*k you, pay me!”
That’s a, that’s a— (Gates out back like Bill)
Yeah baby, that’s a new Mercedes
Screaming out, screaming out
“Yeah, baby, baby” (Gates out back like Bill)

That’s a “Fu*k you, pay me!”
That’s a, that’s a—

[Verse 2: Diggy Graves]
I’m too cold every time I flow
I should move down south where the warm wind blow
Blow coc*ine, dripped out my nose
Start a brand new life with a brand new hoe
Run through nights like I run through walls
Get a graveyard b!tch who love to bone
I’ve been turning heads, exorcism
Yet, I’ve been losing no sleep, b!tch!
I’ve been off the meds, levitate from beds
You’ve been up on your knees, b!tch!
I’ve been chasing bread
You’ve been chasing death (??)
Looking up now to me, snitch
I’ve been ducking feds in the fu*king Benz bumping Token and Reid, b!tch!

[Verse 3: TERROR REID]
Link up with Token and we floating
Geeked up off of all of that potion
Well-spoken, never choking
This motion turn to explosion
Mic smoking, I might close in
Hit him in broad day, out in the open
So frozen, still the chosen
Fu*k around, get your whole jaw broken, b!tch

I’ma pull up wherever your punk ass reside
Might see me hanging out the whip and tugging back on the slide
I’ma need that loot, I’ma need some more of that s*it
Looking for a soul to hit
That hoe about to pummel
And crumble at the precipice
B!tch! What it do?

[Chorus: TERROR REID, Diggy Graves]
Yeah baby, that’s a new Mercedes (Gates out back like Bill)
Screaming out, “Yeah, baby!”
That’s a “Fu*k you, pay me!”
That’s a, that’s a— (Gates out back like Bill)
Yeah baby, that’s a new Mercedes
Screaming out, screaming out
“Yeah, baby, baby” (Gates out back like Bill)
That’s a “Fu*k you, pay me!”
That’s a, that’s a—