4PM in Calabasas

Tory Lanez

Yeah, okay all my young boys is shooting They with the shootouts One Umbrella crew out Nigga what you gon' do 'bout My dog Jay say he just tryna Find him a new route I'm tryna do me the same My bitches do be insane Got that Mulsuanne glidin' I'm riding it through the rain Through the pain, we do change Niggas won't do a thing And me, I do thangs, nigga Hot like blue flame And my wrist saying, "bitch Come kick it" like Liu Kang Look, nigga I don't play no games I'm a general lifetime ties I ain't fucking with the federal White wine vibe, five bitches on my genitals I pedal to the metal She don't put me on a pedestal I hit her with the finishing touch I diminish them bad bitches and hit Em' like a cinnamon dutch I touch bad bitches with mad riches They dad riches and I'm in they back so Much nigga I'm ad-libbin' Big timer, dough proper, show stopper Bad bitches, actresses in soap operas Getting so much dough, ya'll niggas owe papa I get paid to put you on a stretcher Old doctor we be moving militant Whole squad real and shit 10 rollies, 30 chains Whole squad killin' shit Went to Rolls Royce Drove the Wraith out the dealership Bought the shit cash You can tell em' that I'm still legit Y'all say y'all ball with payments to make On the G4 cigar with plane flicks to take G5 private plane away from jakes Yeah, nigga, I do lear from state to state Gotta yellow presidenti and I baked the face My chick yellow den confetti Got her laced in grape Treat my dates like, "fuck it, if we late We late" And if you fucking and you saying you relate We great Okay, why them niggas hating on Tory Can't chance it Why they all sick of my face, that's cancer Why they in the backroom Dissing like the dancers Well, me and Sway are the same Cause we don't got the answers I was with the scammers Trigger pullers and jammers Night time shooters will do You in they pajamas Then eat Oodles and Noodles and Go to sleep vampin' Toss hammers in water and lay in East Hampton Me, Sosa, and Brooks That's the three champions Give your bitch a three point foul Three chances Your bitch say I'm lying, I ain't fucking She dancin' i knew she was fucking from The first three glances Heard she gotta twin that heard I ball Steve Francis Fuck her and then I'm taking her sis Steve Nash shit Relax nigga, I'm on my relapse nigga And I already won the race These just re laps nigga Mind your bitch and your bees wax nigga I keep three straps cause we done hit Some cats that's gone be back, nigga After the Wraith Wraith talk, the "Wah gwaan Popcaan?" i'm still with real niggas saying "Wah pop? Wah gwaan?" Pull in something foreign with the Top all chopped on Niggas knocking lights, clap on, clap on Bedsheets top on, Ralph Lauren I'm killing it Linen all out there touring With foreign models more bottles ordered Them bitches is gon' swallow And I swear I got so many hollow tips I'm going hollow If I aim, shoot, bang, my nigga It's gon' follow When that shit is full throttle I drink the full bottle Of Patron, when it's on my nigga then it's on So I'm gone, ready to kill 'em niggas Gon' feel 'em and I made your bitch pay Ain't nobody gon' bill 'em And I'm good in the Chi Ain't nobody gon' drill 'em And my goons going gorilla My niggas cold killas August 19th, you niggas is gon' feel us Know it's gon' pop Know this shit is gon' pop Pop up and make another mil' And call that going pop, nigga Yeah, and you know you gon' flop, nigga Uh, and all you haters gon' drop, niggas Uh, and you know I'm on my All you niggas mighty gon' duck like Bombay Big time killer, big time seller

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