BAPE (part. Rojuu)

The Bape
I mix it with the Bape
Walking in Tokyo
I mix it for the Bape
For the Bape

Bape, Bape, Bape, Bape
Bape, Bape, Bape, Bape
Bape, Bape, Bape, Bape
Bape, Bape, Bape

The Bape
I mix it with the Bape (with the Bape)
Walking in Tokyo
I mix it for the Bape (for the Bape)

With Roc in the studio
We always score a ten
And we met online (the internet)
I got Saro as my bestie, he’s got Tres (he’s got Tres)
I blow smoke in the cold
Not 'cause I’m smoking a Bape
And your dude’s basic, just a normie, a lame (lame)
Counting green, yellow, pink, and orange too (oh, oh)

How I got this drip, you wouldn’t even get it
Walking through the hood, sharks on my feet
I-I move the cash, moving grams every month
And I always roll my joints XL-L-L
And Sara wears Bape Star, my Bape Stars step on you
Here (here), she wants me to kiss her through the WebCam
I’m a good kid, carrying medicine (oh my God)
I’m taking it with my friends

I’m taking it every day (every day)
That’s the best for my family (for my family)
[?], I roll my blunt solo
Of course, I got a Glock, violet from Japan
I-I always show up confused like that damn Domo-Kun
And I dress so fresh they call me Batty Man
And my crew wears Camo, we look like NewJeans
And-and jewels in my braids, I got captain swag

Bape, Bape, Bape, Bape
Bape, Bape, Bape, Bape
Bape, Bape, Bape, Bape
Bape, Bape, Bape

The Bape
I mix it with the Bape
Walking in Tokyo
I mix it for the Bape
For the Bape