Tory Lanez - Hate Freestyle lyrics
Tory Lanez [Argentina Fargo] Brampton, Ontario, Canada/Miami, Florida, U.S. 🇨🇦 🇺🇸
[Tory Lanez - Hate Freestyle lyrics]
'Bout 2AM, get it in yeah, ugh, Torymix
I'm in my zone bitch torymix, ahh
I don't even use auto tune
That's the funny thing, yeah
Look, nigga I'm ballin', bitches, Spalding
This is the flyest nigga spittin'
With the widest bitches
You ain't ever a nigga have all of this shit
I got no stress, your chick, no chest
I make cheese in the process
She watch, Rolex, ugh um, I'ma get-get money
All you hater niggas better get-get from me
I could take all of your
Bitches with this money
I'ma killer, I'ma sadistic with this honey
Yeah, cool from the south
Y'all trash nigga, Oscar the grouch
I could take your skeeze
Put her on her knees
Stand on a stool then pull drop in her mouth
Say your girl wack, I'm an asshole
What can I say? I'ma Mac, no Apple
River money, you can call a nigga cash flow
I be slammin' on your girl, no backbone
Uh uh and my gang so tight
Nigga lames, need shades, so bright
Lately I'm gettin' paid so right
Swallow the balls, give her brains all night
Uh-um, you can run inside your city
I'm on but I'm not Drake
Get the outta my face
With that little brother shit
I am who she with tonight, and it's bedtime
I will never stop, I don't see any red light
Wait, wait, let me catch the beat back
Y'all ain't gotta look inside to see tracks
Y'all ain't need an MCD to relapse
Already won, I'ma do my relapse
Sleepin' on haters, I gotta relax
I ain't give a what you thought 'bout me back
When I was nothin'
If I ain't high then I bust somethin'
Oh wait wait, lemme let this bitch breath
I'm done with this shit
I freestyle better than your writtens
All your shit's bitten
And if you talk shit I'ma hit
You with that Smith and tray what up?
Mixtape comin' out in like a month or so
And this is nothin', I eat up these beats
Easily, I mean easily
Niggas ain't seen me, yeah
I'm in my zone bitch torymix, ahh
I don't even use auto tune
That's the funny thing, yeah
Look, nigga I'm ballin', bitches, Spalding
This is the flyest nigga spittin'
With the widest bitches
You ain't ever a nigga have all of this shit
I got no stress, your chick, no chest
I make cheese in the process
She watch, Rolex, ugh um, I'ma get-get money
All you hater niggas better get-get from me
I could take all of your
Bitches with this money
I'ma killer, I'ma sadistic with this honey
Yeah, cool from the south
Y'all trash nigga, Oscar the grouch
I could take your skeeze
Put her on her knees
Stand on a stool then pull drop in her mouth
Say your girl wack, I'm an asshole
What can I say? I'ma Mac, no Apple
River money, you can call a nigga cash flow
I be slammin' on your girl, no backbone
Uh uh and my gang so tight
Nigga lames, need shades, so bright
Lately I'm gettin' paid so right
Swallow the balls, give her brains all night
Uh-um, you can run inside your city
I'm on but I'm not Drake
Get the outta my face
With that little brother shit
I am who she with tonight, and it's bedtime
I will never stop, I don't see any red light
Wait, wait, let me catch the beat back
Y'all ain't gotta look inside to see tracks
Y'all ain't need an MCD to relapse
Already won, I'ma do my relapse
Sleepin' on haters, I gotta relax
I ain't give a what you thought 'bout me back
When I was nothin'
If I ain't high then I bust somethin'
Oh wait wait, lemme let this bitch breath
I'm done with this shit
I freestyle better than your writtens
All your shit's bitten
And if you talk shit I'ma hit
You with that Smith and tray what up?
Mixtape comin' out in like a month or so
And this is nothin', I eat up these beats
Easily, I mean easily
Niggas ain't seen me, yeah