Tory Lanez - 4PM in Calabasas lyrics

Yeah, okay all my young boys is shooting
They with the shootouts
One Umbrella crew out
Nigga what you gon' do 'bout
My dog Jay say he just tryna
Find him a new route
I'm tryna do me the same
My bitches do be insane
Got that Mulsuanne glidin'
I'm riding it through the rain
Through the pain, we do change
Niggas won't do a thing
And me, I do thangs, nigga
Hot like blue flame
And my wrist saying, "bitch
Come kick it" like Liu Kang
Look, nigga I don't play no games
I'm a general lifetime ties
I ain't fucking with the federal
White wine vibe, five bitches on my genitals
I pedal to the metal


She don't put me on a pedestal
I hit her with the finishing touch
I diminish them bad bitches and hit
Em' like a cinnamon dutch
I touch bad bitches with mad riches
They dad riches and I'm in they back so
Much nigga I'm ad-libbin'
Big timer, dough proper, show stopper
Bad bitches, actresses in soap operas
Getting so much dough, ya'll niggas owe papa
I get paid to put you on a stretcher
Old doctor we be moving militant
Whole squad real and shit
10 rollies, 30 chains
Whole squad killin' shit
Went to Rolls Royce
Drove the Wraith out the dealership
Bought the shit cash
You can tell em' that I'm still legit
Y'all say y'all ball with payments to make
On the G4 cigar with plane flicks to take
G5 private plane away from jakes
Yeah, nigga, I do lear from state to state
Gotta yellow presidenti and I baked the face
My chick yellow den confetti
Got her laced in grape
Treat my dates like, "fuck it, if we late
We late"
And if you fucking and you saying you relate
We great
Okay, why them niggas hating on Tory
Can't chance it
Why they all sick of my face, that's cancer
Why they in the backroom
Dissing like the dancers
Well, me and Sway are the same
Cause we don't got the answers
I was with the scammers
Trigger pullers and jammers
Night time shooters will do
You in they pajamas
Then eat Oodles and Noodles and
Go to sleep vampin'
Toss hammers in water and lay in East Hampton
Me, Sosa, and Brooks
That's the three champions
Give your bitch a three point foul
Three chances
Your bitch say I'm lying, I ain't fucking
She dancin' i knew she was fucking from
The first three glances
Heard she gotta twin that heard I ball
Steve Francis
Fuck her and then I'm taking her sis
Steve Nash shit
Relax nigga, I'm on my relapse nigga
And I already won the race
These just re laps nigga
Mind your bitch and your bees wax nigga
I keep three straps cause we done hit
Some cats that's gone be back, nigga
After the Wraith Wraith talk, the "Wah gwaan
Popcaan?" i'm still with real niggas saying
"Wah pop? Wah gwaan?"
Pull in something foreign with the
Top all chopped on
Niggas knocking lights, clap on, clap on
Bedsheets top on, Ralph Lauren I'm killing it
Linen all out there touring
With foreign models more bottles ordered
Them bitches is gon' swallow
And I swear I got so many hollow tips
I'm going hollow
If I aim, shoot, bang, my nigga
It's gon' follow
When that shit is full throttle
I drink the full bottle
Of Patron, when it's on my nigga then it's on
So I'm gone, ready to kill 'em niggas
Gon' feel 'em and I made your bitch pay
Ain't nobody gon' bill 'em
And I'm good in the Chi
Ain't nobody gon' drill 'em
And my goons going gorilla
My niggas cold killas
August 19th, you niggas is gon' feel us
Know it's gon' pop
Know this shit is gon' pop
Pop up and make another mil'
And call that going pop, nigga
Yeah, and you know you gon' flop, nigga
Uh, and all you haters gon' drop, niggas
Uh, and you know I'm on my
All you niggas mighty gon' duck like Bombay
Big time killer, big time seller