392 feat vv ken

Tory Lanez

Freeband shit, Freeband shit (yeah)
Baow, baow, baow, baow, baow, baow (grr)
Freeband shit, man, band-counter shit, man
You know we want bags, man
Swiper, no swiping
Fire not too far from OV to 438, nigga (Yung Dza)

Hop in the Scat and I go (vroom)
Went and got Louboutins right out the store, ayy
Twenty-two ridin with Joe (baow)
You hear a pop then that boy on the floor
I got my Glock in my lap, I ma score
Lil mama thick, I met her on the pole
Told all my niggas y all better not fold
If anything, I ma go and get the pole (Grr)
Yeah, I m a shooter, but don t gotta shoot it (Grr)
I pay my lil hitta to pull up and do it
Swear that s your ass if we get into it
I got lil niggas ready to chew it
I got pieces, I m ready, I m swipey
You hollerin bout action, so stop all that typin , ayy
I ain t got time for no tussle
I ma just pull up and pop me a muscle
After I copped it, I bought me a duffel (Nyoom)
392, it take off like a shuttle
Needed some paper, told my niggas huddle up
Bitch, I d be broke if I wanted to cuddle (Hell nah)
Wrist is G water, new pack, place your order
If you send a bitch to come shop, I ma short her
Ayy, I ma spin your block like a CD
Got about twenty missed calls from a BD (Hold on)
Gotta pay a lawyer, can t rock with no PD
Told that nigga take it to the door
and make it speedy (Real fast)
Pussy niggas tryna call the truce like a treaty
Made about fifty-five bands off TD
Say he gon rob me, ha, try, pussy
Fam (Blaow) , he dyin , huh
Bake em (Fft) , deep fry em (Psst, Yung Dza)
Go on, I m slidin
I gotta be up for the pick up
If I miss the drop time, I ma go and stick up, ayy
Cause I gotta go and get it
Crack s comin , gotta go and hit it, ayy
I gotta go and hit it, ayy
I gotta go and hit it, ayy
Yeah, ayy, yeah (Ayy, okay)

Soon as that Glock lock, hit him
I hit his block and I bend it, shots extended
Talkin too hot, I ma spin it
Flew to the jeweler
bought a quarter mill watch independent
Shots keep flyin, who spinnin ?
Ain t nobody seen who did it
Trap house need new tenants
Hop in that Scat and they shootin
for Kenny like he a lieutenant
All of my opps I m shootin
That choppa be talkin in fluent
Don t talk, I do it
Choppa erase his face
They had to cool it and close
the casket at his viewin , mm, damn
Niggas be tellin , I knew it
Brand new bitch fell in, I flew it
Blew twenty racks in the club but a nigga so rich
That you niggas can t tell that I blew it, ayy
I m slidin in a Infinity
I just go skrrt and I skid in it
I don t give a fuck what bitch in it
I don t trust you if you fidgety
Hit the gas, cruise to infinity
Know I got opps that ll try
Know a nigga bout to drop with the car
so I gotta keep switchin it, ayy
If I go to jail, I fuck the CO
Piss real dirty, fuck the PO
Down to the kilo, uh
Had a nigga play with my backend
Big yoppa that ll chop a nigga back in
Pink 30 and the MAC-10
That s lights, no camera but the action
Homie I go to mail with this
Been a thug since me and Kellz was jits
He was steppin out the cell with drip
And all my niggas out of jail are rich
It s poppin