Suge Rap (Remix)

[Verse 2: Tory Lanez]

Pack in the mail, I sit it down and it's crackin' the scale

Had to switch position from the kitchen, nigga, I was flippin' like a spatula there

Pretty Ricky with them bitches, when I'm hittin' long as a dread on spectacular hair

Here shit, light shit, white whip, open up it look like a packet of mayo

I'm back in Rodeo, ****in' up the check and chuckin' up the set

And I'm back off the layover, pay-over way over niggas

No slumber but a nigga stay over, nigga

Your bitch is with me 'til the day-day, AK loaded up the same way

Chain swang, white person screamin' out, "Gang gang!"

Slide or kick, Jet Li or Liu K-K-Kang (Wah!)

I got a Little B, he call me based God like brring, ding, ding

Got a main dame, Audemar, and that's my main thang

Got a Rollie watch, her name Jane but she plain plain, so we call her plain Jane

Over her, I let it bang-bang like the fingers twistin' on a gang member sittin' in the chain gang

Nigga, please, I got old nigga cheese, y'all got hoe nigga knees

Can't let a faux nigga roll up, put a hole in your shit then let the ho nigga leave, man

Y'all niggas know a nigga T-O-R-Y, all my niggas got paws and they're always for the free

"O" for the fee, if a nigga throw a couple Gs, get a little nigga smoked for the free, man

1-5-0, first show, nigga, that's how I go, I was chosen with those melodies

Niggas hatin', I've been goin' up with those enemies

And the snakes keep blowin' it with those in the breeze

I'm up to no good, my boy's in the hood

With no young Jeezy, and no Jody Breezy, could blow 40 Gs

Still come back, who the **** lookin' like the Ol' Dirty B from the Wu-Tang, nigga?

I could say nothin' on a mother****in' track, still go back plat' like Pootie Tang, nigga

Do your thing, nigga, hoppin' in the Mulsanne

Hotter than a blue flame lit up in the full tank, nigga

Man niggas better hide, niggas what, niggas what?

Nigga, niggas at the bottom of the food chain, nigga

Nigga so lame, can't crew hang, nigga, can't crew bang with ya, can't move a thang with ya'

See a little bad bitch walkin' down the block, but she lookin' at me 'cause your crew can't get her

I'm a dominator, moderator

Pass your chick like hot potato

Police non-cooperator

I won't tolerate a bitch that's talkin' crazy, not me, lil' nigga

I be on the beach with the sea, lil' nigga

I been triplin' up the doubles and threes, lil' nigga

Livin' it up with the women up in Vis, lil' nigga

Give it up all my niggas is tuckin', I hope a nigga's duckin'

I been drippin' and drippin' like a nigga's tippin' the bucket

I been whippin' these bitches and stickin' out my dick in public

They be lickin' a nigga to get to familiar ****in'

I be ****in' these women in ten-percent'd tinted windows

And I'm yellin' and tellin' I gotta get it, get to steppin'

I'm reppin' Umbrella forever, my niggas in abundance

I'm fly as propellers, you jealous

And if a nigga comin', I'm eatin' these niggas like ketchup and relish on a bun

I got the money to fund the wonders of what I wanted

And when I want it, I wanna feel like you can't front on it

I got your ex-chick and your next chick on a pole in my livin' room floor tryin' to dance all on it

As long as I can put my hands all on her, she said: "Handstand, a handstand'' and landed on it

I said damn, had to put it in her head, I ain't droppin' no bread

This is not that Gretel and the Hansel story

Got a Coupe full of hoes and the hose in the Coupe

To the Lamborghini doors to the floors and the roof

When I'm goin' in the booth, I'm exposin' the globe to the truth

They be knowin', I be showin' up with proof

Any faux nigga, any ho nigga, any low Joe Schmoe nigga better know

When I unload Get Low, Get Low, Get Low like Lil' Jon and the Eastside Boyz, nigga

And my lil' bitch type thick, uh

Neck is freezy as a ice-pick, uh

Out of sect just like a high kick, uh

Niggas gonna copy my style like a right click

All of my dogs'll kill you like Mike Vick

Light that pistol, put that boy in a Heimlich

I was handin' them Ls to Joyner and Don for comin' out actin' too lightskin

Nigga, I'm back in the Bentley, applyin' the pressure

Spittin' bunch of flyin' and firin' embers

So ****in' hot, you'd think I died in the desert

Came back to **** up your entire endeavor

You tryin' me? Never; your squad will get shot if ya try and be clever

My diamonds forever, designin' and linin' a bed up

Then give 'em a choice: which one you want die with, the .9 or Beretta?

I'm sorry for being intolerant, I got this violent temper

I like when I'm cold, I shoot a nigga, make him die in December

You been a bitch, as long as I can remember

You sayin' that you're gang, them niggas keep talkin'

I promise I'll silence your members then quiet your temple

While firing bullets that fly at your mental and pry at your denim

I'll hire somebody to fire the jet up then get up and send a shooter that'll fly if you rattle

I promise I'm high on momentum

Might think it's a setup, but find me a nigga

Might line that nigga for the paper

Let the hitter get to foldin', origami the nigga

The Louie luggage bustin' down on ya nigga

But true we thuggin', no insomnia, nigga

I'm really a top 3...