[Verse: Tory Lanez]
Look at my caliber
I'm putting 4G all round the caliber
Dusty lil bitch, I ain't dialin' ya
Gave her the 'I' the 'O' the 'U' my vowel up
She suck this dick [?]
I'm bout to dirty this hoe pick a towel up
We going 30 for 30, and I'm going birdy for birdy
I fucked her on cam, and she wanna leak it
But me, I'm not worried, I know I swore that pussy like the excaliber
This is a Wraith, no charger, no Challanger
Thought they was stylen', but n***as they stylen' us
N***as ain't wild as us, damn
All of the damage is done
Except for your partner, I still want my fade, the ones
I'm out today with shooters
They Heishan n***as that be putting thеy brains in one
'm never playing it dumb
I bag a groupiе, you bitches, I'm saving your names as one
Homie want beef [?]
Damn, it's done
I want the money, I market it, n***as'll Twitter, they diss and they target
Tell a bitch shut the fuck up, she too talkative
They wanna crash and wreck, we brawlling it
I got a umbrella jeans for the summer
I'm getting bread, no wonder
My shooter colder than 32 wonder
Richy he left in the plumber
I, I can't let a n***a backdoor me, never
[?] my homie
All of ya ran for the cheese like Pep in the Rony
[?]
I put the switch on the Glock for n***as to switch
Automatic shit go, frrrrr
I'm never worried cuz I know you n***as is bitch
Pardon my back talk shit to my wrist
Bust in that pussy, i swerve in it
Don'chu keep talkin' lil baby, keep purkyn' it
I cannot bring these two bitches, I know where we at the fancy dinner date, they out here twerkin' it
I gotta leave for sure
Bitch call me daddy, lets call you a ride
All of this chillin' and all of this drinkin' for you to just leave, nah, I cannot call you a vibe
But if you suckin' this dick and its sloppy than, brrrr
The Uber, the car's outside
She jump inside of the Cullinan, look at the roof and say "Damn" the star's outside
No babygurl my car is outside and that's how stun when I pull for the Summer
I cannot kick it with bro n***as, Ill be at the top and yall be pulling me under, grrrrr
The switch, I passed it
My dick, she smashed it
My work, Topanga
Its cutting off heads and baskets, yea
How do you n***as be talking 'bout opps, that they ain't even got
Talkin' 'bout guns from Call of Duty claimin' bodies and shots, that they ain't even shot
This shit be crazy, but the shit don't ever seems to 'maze me
Got the sauce on em like the [?]
They be shooting shots, didn't graze me
Bitch I've been a great since grade 3, ayyy
Give me the shots, no regular
Got the game in a choke, no wrestler
Don't put suicide doors on no Tesla
Its the kid n***a, lil Tory