CHIEF TOKYO DISS
[VERSE 1: XinoJenner]
You give the location to meet us
I’m pullin’ up with them heaters
I serve ‘em and burn ‘em to pieces
I pull water out of a freezer
I got some shit that’ll give you amnesia
I’m a first class, not the hall of features
To add up the cash, I don’t need a math teacher
I want my bag, I [?]
I whip up the pot and pan, like I’m Peter
I’m out in the field like I’m Derek Jeter
I know that you hate ‘cause I’m a good leader
I’m on you block and don’t got no fear
Scoop up the guap and just come over here
I never get shot ‘cause I’m always prepared
Niggas be sad, they always despaired
When I’m on the track, it’s like I’m in Paris
Not talking to feds, I’m not wasting my air
I never fold, I’m not a chair
I’m gonna take you to a whole another tier
You gotta pay first, I just wanna be clear
Feeling real good, not feeling embarrassed
I spin the whip like muthafuckin’ ferris
I drive on the left when I’m driving in Paris
And you don’t got nothing on me
I stay in a place where nothing is cheap
You hear the bass when I’m around the street
But I be transparent, when I want to creep
[Hook: XinoJenner]
And you already know that I got it on me
I’m serving the lead, I put holes in your teeth
I’m minding my business, I’m sipping my tea
I know what I’m doing, I got all the keys

[Verse 2: Lil Red Dot]
VVS on my cross, I’m a priest
I got a bitch and she pray to the east
I promise you run up, I leave you deceased
Niggas be hating ‘cause your money decrease
I got a dog and it don’t got a leash
I got the knock, now I look like Chief
Can’t be the hate and they call me a Thief
I’m [?], just keeping it brief
I get the bag and just ball like the Chiefs
I got the strap and it’s tucked in my fleece
I learned from my daddy, he was up in them streets
I get the package shipped in a week
My bitch is bad, she can’t even speak
I get the racks and count like a [?]
I put [?], now nigga get geeked
Beam at ya head, I don’t aim at the feet
Junkies looks like they don’t even eat
I’m serving them up and I do it discreet
I look at my wrist and it’s looking like sleet
I post with the glick, Ion never retreat
I’m never gon’ stand outside the club
If I got a stick, I’m never gon run
I promise nobody gon take none of my guns
Money the motive, I’m up in my funds
I got the bag and it shipped by the tons
I smoke a pack that be looking like duns
I get the Mac and bitch really dumb
I got the strap and the bitch got a drum