Featherweight (Prison Tapes) Tory Lanez

[Intro]
You have a pre-paid call from—
Tory
An incarcerated individual at—
The California Correctional Institution
Uh

[Chorus]
You lil' niggas are featherweight
Cookingware and get another plate
Ain't no pardon for you niggas pillowtalkin', saying shit that I would never say
Superstar when I pull up, make a bitch hesitate then levitate
She wanna give me a blowjob on a present day, I need a résumé
Yellow Ferrari ferocious
Fuckin' too much got me ho sick
I feel like them characters outta the Raven show, nigga, the boy is emotion
Had to do it for the Scotians
Last bitch got the closеst
Last bitch was a witch, but the next bitch won't get a potion

[Verse]
Shе on her period 5 a.m. inside the morning wit' rubber, wit' lotion
She on a jet, vacayin' wit' the dogs, and she doin' ho shit
Yeah, uh
Nigga, believe this
Jumpin' outside of that orange and red Ferrari, I look like a Cheez-It
Nigga, you know as soon as the beef lit, it ain't no peace-in'
I ain't doin' all the face-fuckin' with you bitch niggas, ain't no cheesin'
I got a dirty mouth, fucked his baby mom, nigga, it ain't no reason
I got this money, I flew to her region just to go fuck her in secret