Tory Lanez - Rack City (Freestyle) lyrics
Tory Lanez [Argentina Fargo] Brampton, Ontario, Canada/Miami, Florida, U.S. 🇨🇦 🇺🇸
[Tory Lanez - Rack City Freestyle lyrics]
Fuckin' with the G code
Money on the street, hoe
I just need a freak hoe
Shout out to Sunny Diamonds
Young Lanez ridin' in the one lane
See you broke niggas ridin' on the one train
And all you rap niggas lookin'
Like a gun range
Fuck niggas wanna be the entree
Call up the kid side holla at a bitch
Don't block like Chris Bosh
She can turn me down
Don't talk that pish posh
Fly nigga here and they're like inside
I need the money A$AP Rocky
Before the money, Lanez act cocky
She wanna fuck a rap star nigga
Act hard like you ball
Where your black card, nigga?
Come from the dot, kid flexin'
Phone check, this ill na na bitch textin'
No sweats if the Minaj gets naked
I was wet when I'm inside of the section
Niggas got 2 ex hoes, it's too stressful
Now a nigga flyer than a UFO
You be on the dick, let the truth get told
You can see my picture in the new Ecko
Ballin' niggas stunnin'
Hundred thousand in abundance
Honies love me 'cause this money but
They act like it's because me
I'm a motherfuckin' essence
Address me as the lesson
She interrupt my speech
She said she got a question
Like, "Why them bitches all
Up in your knapsack?"
Same reasons why you gotta
Fix your tracks back
Try to comb it out, girl, better scratch that
Forget about your weave
Go and wear your snapback fly like woah
If I'm on the plane
Gotta see me on top where the highlights go
Money here lookin' like a tide die, bro
I got a goldfish but it might die though
They don't have shit to do
To have a nigga doodoo
All motherfuckers with a charm like voodoo
Ridin' in the coupe
And nigga jewels just fruity like
Some Fruit Loops, high, a nigga poof
SLS, countin' 100s, 100s
I let my bitch keep the 20s, 20s
I ain't frontin' 'cause a nigga got plenty
And gotta save me a dollar
For Mellacar and Denny's
I'm wildin' out with the Bentley
Smile out in the friendly
These niggas is hatin' on me
I'm hidin' out with the semi
Them bitches wanna holla
Them bitches them niggas envy
Even in the Apolla
These niggas goin' think I'm heavy
Motherfuckers, I got your bitch
I don't trust her
Hell no, I never loved her, but she a dog
And the only thing that be
Missin' is the mustard
But we got Mustard on the beat, hoe
Yeah, I got your bitches in my knapsack
Sincerely Tory, March 26th, motherfuckers
Go get that canada
Money on the street, hoe
I just need a freak hoe
Shout out to Sunny Diamonds
Young Lanez ridin' in the one lane
See you broke niggas ridin' on the one train
And all you rap niggas lookin'
Like a gun range
Fuck niggas wanna be the entree
Call up the kid side holla at a bitch
Don't block like Chris Bosh
She can turn me down
Don't talk that pish posh
Fly nigga here and they're like inside
I need the money A$AP Rocky
Before the money, Lanez act cocky
She wanna fuck a rap star nigga
Act hard like you ball
Where your black card, nigga?
Come from the dot, kid flexin'
Phone check, this ill na na bitch textin'
No sweats if the Minaj gets naked
I was wet when I'm inside of the section
Niggas got 2 ex hoes, it's too stressful
Now a nigga flyer than a UFO
You be on the dick, let the truth get told
You can see my picture in the new Ecko
Ballin' niggas stunnin'
Hundred thousand in abundance
Honies love me 'cause this money but
They act like it's because me
I'm a motherfuckin' essence
Address me as the lesson
She interrupt my speech
She said she got a question
Like, "Why them bitches all
Up in your knapsack?"
Same reasons why you gotta
Fix your tracks back
Try to comb it out, girl, better scratch that
Forget about your weave
Go and wear your snapback fly like woah
If I'm on the plane
Gotta see me on top where the highlights go
Money here lookin' like a tide die, bro
I got a goldfish but it might die though
They don't have shit to do
To have a nigga doodoo
All motherfuckers with a charm like voodoo
Ridin' in the coupe
And nigga jewels just fruity like
Some Fruit Loops, high, a nigga poof
SLS, countin' 100s, 100s
I let my bitch keep the 20s, 20s
I ain't frontin' 'cause a nigga got plenty
And gotta save me a dollar
For Mellacar and Denny's
I'm wildin' out with the Bentley
Smile out in the friendly
These niggas is hatin' on me
I'm hidin' out with the semi
Them bitches wanna holla
Them bitches them niggas envy
Even in the Apolla
These niggas goin' think I'm heavy
Motherfuckers, I got your bitch
I don't trust her
Hell no, I never loved her, but she a dog
And the only thing that be
Missin' is the mustard
But we got Mustard on the beat, hoe
Yeah, I got your bitches in my knapsack
Sincerely Tory, March 26th, motherfuckers
Go get that canada