Tory Lanez feat. VV$ KEN - 392 Lyrics | FAST DOWNLOAD


Freeband shit, Freeband shit (Yeah)
Baow, baow, baow, baow, baow, baow (Grrr)
Freeband shit, man, band-counter shit, manYou 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 (Grrr)
Yeah, I`m a shooter, but don`t gotta shoot it (Grrr)
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`

Date Added: 2020-07-21
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