[Intro: Tory Lanez]
You have a prepaid call from: Tory
Yeah, yeah
[Verse 1: Tory Lanez]
I get in the booth, and I spit poetry
Ain't no hotter flow as me, all gas on free
580 Benz just so I can spin, yeah
Plain Glocks and AKs, switches just a trend to us
Ridin' 'round Cullinan, she say she don't fuck wit' rappers
Pass her to my bruddanem, let 'em introduce theyself
Like, "Uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-um" fuck it, get a drum or sumn
Teach you how to turn a fishscale into a metric ton
I been eatin' all this bread, I gotta feed the steppers some
Smokin' like I got a extra lung inside my chest or sumn
Black caught a bullet to his cap, well, she had a extra onе
Call my phone when I was fuckin' Tati in the rеstaurant
Niggas shot, but I can't sleep until I shoot the rest of 'em
Hitters, they can't eat until they turn 'em to a vegetable
Layin' in Jamaica, Montego, eatin' festival
I'm white boy wasted when you see me at the festival
Two .9s, seventeen shots, call him two times
Hurt to see a nigga tell a true lie
I was stuck in shootouts a few times, bullets just like fruit flies
Ain't no wakin' back up in no gulag, real
My haters doin' voodoo; look what I brought the crew through
Dirty AF1s, I used to have to lace the loop through
My baby mama thuggin', she even slided in her two-two
When we was ridin' out like that, I must've had a screw loose
Syrup sandwiches, eatin' rice with the ketchup
Put the corned beef in a bowl like a dog fetchin'
You ever worried about yo' dollar more than you worried about yo' health?
You ever worried about yo' partner more than you worried about yourself?
I swear, uh, these niggas dangerous, huh
But they ain't gon' play wit' us; show 'em million dollar faces, yeah
Shit, my attorney looks amazin’, yeah
We don't take no pills, but shit been feelin' like The Matrix, for real
You have a prepaid call from: Tory
Yeah, yeah
[Verse 1: Tory Lanez]
I get in the booth, and I spit poetry
Ain't no hotter flow as me, all gas on free
580 Benz just so I can spin, yeah
Plain Glocks and AKs, switches just a trend to us
Ridin' 'round Cullinan, she say she don't fuck wit' rappers
Pass her to my bruddanem, let 'em introduce theyself
Like, "Uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-um" fuck it, get a drum or sumn
Teach you how to turn a fishscale into a metric ton
I been eatin' all this bread, I gotta feed the steppers some
Smokin' like I got a extra lung inside my chest or sumn
Black caught a bullet to his cap, well, she had a extra onе
Call my phone when I was fuckin' Tati in the rеstaurant
Niggas shot, but I can't sleep until I shoot the rest of 'em
Hitters, they can't eat until they turn 'em to a vegetable
Layin' in Jamaica, Montego, eatin' festival
I'm white boy wasted when you see me at the festival
Two .9s, seventeen shots, call him two times
Hurt to see a nigga tell a true lie
I was stuck in shootouts a few times, bullets just like fruit flies
Ain't no wakin' back up in no gulag, real
My haters doin' voodoo; look what I brought the crew through
Dirty AF1s, I used to have to lace the loop through
My baby mama thuggin', she even slided in her two-two
When we was ridin' out like that, I must've had a screw loose
Syrup sandwiches, eatin' rice with the ketchup
Put the corned beef in a bowl like a dog fetchin'
You ever worried about yo' dollar more than you worried about yo' health?
You ever worried about yo' partner more than you worried about yourself?
I swear, uh, these niggas dangerous, huh
But they ain't gon' play wit' us; show 'em million dollar faces, yeah
Shit, my attorney looks amazin’, yeah
We don't take no pills, but shit been feelin' like The Matrix, for real
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