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[Intro: Tory Lanez]
Yeah
You lil' eat it beat it *****, haha
Yeah, nigga
And suck my ****, nigga
FOREVEROLLING
[Verse 1: Tory Lanez]
Ayy, I know y'all hoes want me in jail
But I'ma stunt 'cause I'm a baller
I damn near gave my heart to that *****
Still don't make time to call her
I stopped beefin' with the opps, grah tah, grah tah tah
I'm all off in lil' mama ear tryna make her give me that box, ha
Thought she was committed but she was ****in' off of my partners
She reached back put them paws all on my ***** and I ain't gon' stop her
Ho I know when you top it off you finna swallow all of it off
I come out side lookin' better than a bad ***** a bad ***** prolly can't even holler
Ayy, ahahahahide your ***** to the bank
Nah, *****, ahahahahide your ***** to the bank
I'm thе type to take a nigga whole ***** and I don't givе a **** what he say
I'm the type to disrespect a nigga whole set and I don't give a **** what he bang
I know that y'all ******* want me in jail but I'm gon' keep stuntin'
All this private in my my diamonds sick, call me 3 Shine
Back in school them teachers called me fool
Said I wouldn't be nothin'
I know that it hurt they soul
Whenever they see see me stuntin'
Came back to my high school in Lambos and Jags
*****, you was in class, I was out there chasin' bags
She done broke my heart but she can't do that shit again
*****, I'm in my trap, boomin' like 2010
[Chorus: Tory Lanez]
I still feel like I'm old Jada, juice, man, I make the trap, ayy
This here for my trappers sellin' work from 'round the way
You don't like my price? Well, look I don't know what to say, uh
Trap house boomin' 25, ayy, *****, you know I feel like
Old Jada, juice, man, I make the trap, ayy
This here for my trappers sellin' work from 'round the way
You don't like my price? Well, look I don't know what to say, uh
Trap house boomin' 25, ayy, *****, you know I feel like
[Verse 2: Kodak Black]
Yeah, *****, I feel like Yak, in this splat with a big old MAC, yeah
And the tire all back, yeah, only Sniper, that's facts, yeah
Until they let my papers I'm just payin' to get you wack
It ain't nothing to get you Peter Row'd, got Pico flippin' sacks
I could always go back to the trap I ever get tired of the rap
They know I hit that slab and I provide us in the crack, yeah
And I'm poppin' fraud, look like Mariah in the lab
Look like Dexter with this desktop how I just got me a jag, uh
I was on the mollies on a private jet just playin', uh
Baking soda, Pyrex, hit the projects when I land, uh
I like Glocks and fans, uh, I like pots and pans, uh
The **** won't come back 10, uh, baby girl, hold my hand, uh
I know you niggas feelin' like you surfin' with me in prison, ayy
But 3 bodies dropped behind the fence and steady killin', ayy
Now 6 bodies drop they called me out on my own mission, ayy
Yeah, I shot a few opps, I popped a few tops, but I ain't finished, ayy
Pewm, pewm pewm pewm, pewm
Pewm pewm pewm, pewm, uh
[?] fold, I want a scroll like like [?], uh
I cut back that circle, I caught lots of cases
Pullin' up, drop top Wraith is
[Chorus: Tory Lanez]
I still feel like I'm old Jada, juice, man, I make the trap, ayy
This here for my trappers sellin' work from 'round the way
You don't like my price? Well, look I don't know what to say, uh
Trap house boomin' 25, ayy, *****, you know I feel like
Old Jada, juice, man, I make the trap, ayy
This here for my trappers sellin' work from 'round the way
You don't like my price? Well, look I don't know what to say, uh
Trap house boomin' 25, ayy, *****, you know I feel like
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