Tory Lanez - Fatality lyrics
Tory Lanez [Argentina Fargo] Brampton, Ontario, Canada/Miami, Florida, U.S. 🇨🇦 🇺🇸
[Tory Lanez - Fatality lyrics]
Saint Laurent we poppin' 'til the bands go
Count it up with numbers in the bando
My young niggas countin' bands to this
(yeah, yeah)
My dope boys countin' bands to this
My lil' shooters countin' bands to this
We gon' get this money that's the plan
Ya dig
Them fuck niggas 'ready know what it is
40 on my waist I can't dance to this
I just hold the corner and I slang to this
Can't no bitch fuck up the plans to this
No I don't cop it 'less it dance, ya dig
Pull up we careless, whippin' the 'Rari
Diamonds colliding
You with a bad bitch, she don't know me
Nigga doubt it i put a bitch in pilates
I'ma fly her to Bahamas
Fuck a bad bitch one day
Man next day got an Audi
Young niggas and we wildin'
Rich niggas and we rowdy
My bad bitches making plans to this
Why the trap niggas weighin' grams to this?
Take a flight to fly back to the yams, ya dig
Hit a corner hustle me a Lamb, ya dig
We sippin' X till we can't stand this shit
Wake up at the with a Spanish bitch
Last night filmin' like a Spanish flick
Got it on my shirt, I'm like damn you did
Throwin' 36 on the fishscale
Forty-fifth for my hip make your bitch tell
Uh 'Cause we poppin' on the yams, ya dig
Came up from the bottom to the bands, ya dig
Saint Laurent we poppin' 'til the bands go
Count it up with numbers in the bando
My young niggas countin' bands to this
(yeah, yeah)
My dop boys countin' bands to this
My lil' shooters countin' bands to this
We gon' get this money that's the plan
Ya dig
Them fuck niggas 'ready know what it is
40 on my waist I can't dance to this
I just hold the corner and I slang to this
Can't no bitch fuck up the plans to this
No I don't cop it 'less it dance, ya dig
Count it up with numbers in the bando
My young niggas countin' bands to this
(yeah, yeah)
My dope boys countin' bands to this
My lil' shooters countin' bands to this
We gon' get this money that's the plan
Ya dig
Them fuck niggas 'ready know what it is
40 on my waist I can't dance to this
I just hold the corner and I slang to this
Can't no bitch fuck up the plans to this
No I don't cop it 'less it dance, ya dig
Pull up we careless, whippin' the 'Rari
Diamonds colliding
You with a bad bitch, she don't know me
Nigga doubt it i put a bitch in pilates
I'ma fly her to Bahamas
Fuck a bad bitch one day
Man next day got an Audi
Young niggas and we wildin'
Rich niggas and we rowdy
My bad bitches making plans to this
Why the trap niggas weighin' grams to this?
Take a flight to fly back to the yams, ya dig
Hit a corner hustle me a Lamb, ya dig
We sippin' X till we can't stand this shit
Wake up at the with a Spanish bitch
Last night filmin' like a Spanish flick
Got it on my shirt, I'm like damn you did
Throwin' 36 on the fishscale
Forty-fifth for my hip make your bitch tell
Uh 'Cause we poppin' on the yams, ya dig
Came up from the bottom to the bands, ya dig
Saint Laurent we poppin' 'til the bands go
Count it up with numbers in the bando
My young niggas countin' bands to this
(yeah, yeah)
My dop boys countin' bands to this
My lil' shooters countin' bands to this
We gon' get this money that's the plan
Ya dig
Them fuck niggas 'ready know what it is
40 on my waist I can't dance to this
I just hold the corner and I slang to this
Can't no bitch fuck up the plans to this
No I don't cop it 'less it dance, ya dig