convertible burt with kevin gates

Tory Lanez

Hop in that bitch and I go
I cannot stress this bitch no more
Fifty racks came outside from the mall
Still come kick down your door
I don t got no time for no fuck shit
All in the packet, lil baby gon bust it
All of my hunnids, they printed out blue
And they new and I knew it as soon as I touched it
Bad joint, hop out the whip
Let a nigga up it, I ma up out the stick
Say you finna catch me in traffic
My little nigga in the backseat, shoot an opp out the whip
I ain t finna fuck shit, nah, nah, hop in that Scat and that s that
I made her put a whole ten in her bag
Used to talk real crazy to a nigga
but I made her put it back in her track
703, put the dice back down to the ground
But you know a nigga bettin on me
Broke boy, he ain t got nothin on me
I hop out the whip, I m stuntin on three
Niggas on dick and they hoverin
I m poppin so hard, that bitch let my brother hit
Tropical water on me like I m Fiji
I used to set that shit up on a Pg
I know the scammers, the trappers, the killers
Tryna cop baby Pampers and some pillows
I m with the Ace, smokin gorilla
You see my jacket? This shit chinchilla
I just got back on road, now I m iced up
Like I just got fifty outta Dr
Sendin you fuck boys to the Er
They say nobody poppin , bitch, well we are
Bitch, I might land in the strip in Miami
My bitch is gon fuck me and never gon dump me
Right out the dealer, I m sendin these pi*****
Girl, and I know that they never gon touch me
Bitch is go-happy, go-lucky
All of my niggas, they don t care, stand with no ducky
All of my rap friends, don t y all come around shinin that ice, my man might buck ya
Now that I m all independent, I m out of my label
I promise I play about nothin
Ain t got no label restrictions or politics
Niggas, they talk and they play, I ma bust it, ayy
Like how I jugg and I stick it, though
I got that green on my body like Piccolo
She wanna fuck with a gigolo
I m hittin these hoes, bout to deuce like Bigalow, ayy
Granite, I came out the dirt
Door on the Aventador slanted, I came out, I skrrt
Nigga, don t play on my turf
Play with this choppa, I bet this shit rain on your Earth
You want a wifey? You said that you ll give her your worth
I hit that shit, it was dirt
Then I slid off in a vert
Felt like Convertible Burt, ayy, uh, Tory

Air Force 1s, Nfl trainin
In the game with an Nfl trainer
Movin pail, tracker on a trailblazer
Caught a sale, what a major bill changer
I m in the lead in a league of my own
Supplyin the peace, get a piece of me gone
I m in the streets and they ringin my phone (Hello?)
Surprisin to me, I can t leave it alone
I m in a sports car
Roll down the window and then I unfasten her sports bra
Don t tell me you love her
Permanent stain in the streets, I got love scars
A big handful of mushrooms, I take some and recharge
Iced out, slid the clip in the stainless
Lifestyle of the rich and the famous
Close quarters in the whip with a gangster
Pipe down up in here fore I spank you
Pull up, park around the bend
I walk down, never slid (Uh-uh) , yeah
I got power, no pretend, yeah
Only cowards like to spin, yeah (Yeah)
Barbershop, we for real, yeah
Grip the clippers, split a wig, yeah
Caught a clip, you re in a wheelchair
We go to war this time
Put it on party time
Turnin your party down
And I ma walk em round
Know I m a God now