Tory Lanez - Lucky You (Freestyle) lyrics

[Verse] I got a million flows, I can go silly with those I got a pocket rocket Down to co*k and chop and pop a n***a that really impose n***as that’s wit me is villans in hoodies That lost all they good and they feelings on road It’s so appealing, the feeling of k**ing a n***a that pose Get Milli Vanillied with those Turn a beef plate to a cheesesteak b**h, I be really in Philly with those Neck rocky as a blizzard, a n***a flex gotten bigger My wrist is so chilly, it froze Really I’m colder than ever, my n***as goin' for whatever n***as gripped up, fifth tucked in the snow storm or the weather Sandstorm or the desert, hands drawn on a Dessy Leave his whole body bloody Like shorty done put in her tampon on already Shooting with a Vietnam cannon out the Peter arm on the levy See, the charm on already We go to jail, this sh**'ll be fine, we’ll meet up with friends 'Cause all of our mans gone-gone already n***a the-, n***a the- I'ma do a three in week, I gave the Jeep the receipt Either the double-R stitching, it’s that or the Bentley B in the seat I got my D in a freak, I gotta be in repeat She wanna eat every morning I treat it like porridge and gave her the cream of the wheat And I rock it like P and a B I don’t cop it less it’s Louie, Gucci on the pocket Or even a D and a G, 'cause the way that the money piling I'll be wildin' 'til a n***a make about a B in a week f** n***as hating on me But I’m Gary Payton, always on the team with the green And the money counter, 'cause when I’m accounting It be money coming in and coming out it, paper cut the money Dummy n***as, I been thumbing out it Trying not to run up out it in a fist fight With a knife, n***a brought a gun up out it Don’t you run up out it, lil n***a Uh, hit him with a mini MAC Is he really that bad that I gotta hit him with a bigger gat? Matter fact, riddle me that I’m literally at the spot that he said he’d be at, but where is he at? Like, really n***a? Is you really tellin' me that? Like I ain’t prepared to hit him with a felony act? Like, what you thought, I would never react? Have a n***a lookin' like he tryna fight in Smash Bros When a n***a put a whole shell in his back f** n***as yelling it back n***as get high and start hating on a real n***a It’s like a n***a smokin' on a jealousy pack Look, lil n***a, uh I got the remedy, I got the shooters with hidden identities f** who you send at me I got a stack on me long as a ruler and centipede I got that Geneve, I got the energy I got the money, the power, the enemies I go to business I’m asking these n***as for 60 percent of the entity No one defending me n***as is talking, but no one offending me n***as know what the result of the end'll be n***as won’t know how to find where they men'll be I'm a way different n***a on Hennessy I got the recipe, none of y’all n***as sit next to me Guard where your head and ya chest'll be I suggest you n***as never go testin' me I suggest you n***as never go testin' me, n***a [Outro] I promise y'all n***as I do this sh** in my sleep, it's easy I come to the studio and just say sh** and it comes out that way You know what I mean? I promise y'all we down to go 36 hundred thousand rounds with anybody Let these n***as know that all that rapping fast sh** We can do it too, n***a n***as be thinking they got that special sauce Not today, n***a Ain't that right, man? Y'all know what the f** goin' on, man Who next? Who next? Who next? For real, who next? Lemme know, lemme know, I'm off this, I'm off this Love me now