Tory Lanez - Memories Don't Die (Freestyle) lyrics

[Intro] Turn it up a little bit Yeah, uh [Verse 1] Tory Lanez got the block on whiplash The cops on draw quick fast so my sh** stashed I keep a big fifth stashed in the whip dash Trip, catch six in a second like quick flash b**h pa** if you ain't lettin' the clique smash I switch tags just so I could let my chicks brag n***as whole swag ain't half my chicks bag No jokes, those'll get you smoked like quick drag I click fast and blang your b**h a** Brain from your chick in the whip that I just crashed Sound wow like Tory puttin' a thou down Tryna make a b**h bow down in the chow chows Don't you know I sing songs with a mink on And have chicks dripping like the sink in their string thong? I ding dong ditch b**hes when the fling gone With a mink on and four fingers that my rings on Quick drawin' like you don't know where my dick going Like I ain't been up in your chick dorm since the flip phones My ice rocky, nice jocky So much maple leaf money, n***as think I'm playing ice hockey I'm that fly type, move through the night co*ky b**h, I look so good, even the dykes watch me I'm on indictment with a bad lightskin Chain rain so much water they think we 'bout to have lightning When I spit, n***as think I'm in that lab fightin' n***as think that I'm left hooking and I'm jab writin' One thing is, I ain't in that lab writin', n***a everything is off top Word to my bald spot I used to have to stash work in my broad spot Cops came, had to stash work in the bra strap Phone calls and my connect is just a call drop We don't count down on those, that's a ball drop Come on akh, pretendin' y'all n***as on block Twin fives put like ten of y'all n***as on shots We could do it however y'all n***as wan' rock Make this sh** pop like oil in a chrome pot And it don't stop I'm not a picture painter but I will put a n***a in his own chalk I let the .9 spill I got a ill lil' shooter out in Brownsville down for the wild deal I'll feel blessed if n***a test and my shooter leave him streched 'til the bones in his spine chill I'm ill n***a, this is not a time drill I used to serve on the strip and watch Seinfield Man, I remember serving on the strip Watching out for cops hoping out suburbans on the strip Working on the strip, chilling with a .30 on my hip Whole team of shooters, bunch of Steph Curries in my clique Boy, I'm a wild boy, check the style, boy I'm a real baller, you a towel boy I'll put 'em in the future, no Elroy 'Cause I pop tops like I'm opening some Altoids Breath minty and fresh Fendi Got a hustler chick down to smuggle bricks through the West Indies I'll hustle 'til it's nothing left in me, and the plug hear 'bout me and gotta invest in me I send semi's at any n***a that's testin' me I'm prayin' to the lord, he's the one that been blessing me But yo, I got a sick set And my j**els like dipset And we on cam like dipset These f** n***as say they coming for the kid neck? Give you dog shots like I'm checking in a sick pet Got street ties with the street guys Even if they fly on G5s, they'll k** you for a G5 Fifteen hunnid, my FN gunning My dawg copped twenty birds, and they just keep coming He sold four and plus he let a sick team run 'em We ain't talking 'bout a verse when it's a sixteen coming (check) I'm a real n***a I keep a Tommy on my body but when you see me, I ain't wearin' Hilfigher Just a ladder and a roofer that'll drill n***as And down to take his charge when he k** n***as Look, I'm the hot kid in the school I pull up to the party and I pop chicks in the pool Hot chicks say I'm hot and my dick is a j**el Just let me box with that twat, I'll stick it and move Yo, she like the way my wrist dance She like the way the wrists on my fist dance Every time a n***a switch hands And my guns and shooters on quickstands You would thinks the guns designer, they way they come in rip pants Wrist cuts, my wrist slants and I'm in the truck getting jiggy, tryna get up in your chick pants b**h dance It's four hoes with me, if them four hoes did me, shawty, it won't be a fifth chance My whole stretch from south France to Brisbane And they attached to the arms like wrist bands Look, I send 'em up and I'ma send a [?] back if they sent 'em up My dawg got a twenty on him and a semi tucked But, I've been in so many life or d**h situations, I just wanna live it up I dropped it off and I picked it up And my Joels all Embiided and I'm feeling all sixered up I'm in the club tryna find a thick chick to f** Man, after all my neck and wrist is all glittered up b**hes wanna f** it up, now they want to lick it up They man hear about it next day and wan' get me touched In a Bentley, tints tucked, Cuban linked up Big chain on me in case I gotta get you inked up Wrink up, see the wrist roller wrinked up Whole squad looking like we robbed us a Brink's truck Any cat that know Lanez know I'm worldwide I leave you on your sweatshirt like Earl died I'm more wavy than a surfer on a curl tide And you a b**h, even lookin' from your girl's eyes I'm a stunna, my wrist done up, my girls got the scar tissue on her tits done up f**ing with her, I'ma have to lift gun up and bang bang 'til the tissue on your hip come up I'm a all around star player I'm a lot of y'all father like Darth Vader f** n***as know I charge for my hard labour I spent nights in that cold for that hard paper Listen, that's why I feel I'm the most hot in the place A lot of n***as saying they hot but they not in the place And your block? It ain't hot, man it's safe Next n***a diss Tory Lanez 'bout to get shot in his face, n***a I hate n***as that lie and move funny That why keep fly and chill on the cruise money Y'all n***as lose money, y'all n***as just snooze money Just look at my blood, my sh** is just ooze money Look, I do this for that youngin' on the corner That hustle all day though he never had a daughter He never had a father, he hustle in the corner I'm telling that he wilding tryna truck the sh** to Florida But n***as love to hustle, it's aura When you come up from the poor, you struggle and you short You gon' do it for mother, lost your brother to the force So you in the only son to keep the loving in the core Every day you ducking strays tryna run in to the store And you can't afford a bed, layin' covers on the floor And you momma's stressing and her blood pressure getting lower And your daughter want that brand new toy But it's hard to show her that you broke and can't afford it So you on the corner, n***as talking sh** and the plug, he keep avoidin' ya So you wanna hustle and you tryna get your coin up Out there on your own, but sh**, Satan will corner ya So you wanna own, tryna get your own up Now I'm on my own, I'm just tryna get my own up Had to come through, 54, bought the chrome up n***as tried to hate, had to bring back the chrome up I'm on Funk Flex, ay yo f** everybody that said, "f** Flex" I don't care what n***as talk and how they wan' talk I'm on my thing and my n***as let them things bark Listen, look, I been this way, I don't care how the f** I'm coming in this way I'm with my n***a Ray, my n***a Uno and my n***a GP n***as come through, I got them b**hes on the CD They gon' watch me like we on the DVD I don't give a f** man, you see me on the TV And I'm all up in the Champs, and I'm all up in Adidas I got all the bad b**hes, more stripes than a zebra n***as hatin' on me, 'cause they see me and I'm gettin'- f** around, see me magazine, up all up in the features XXL ain't want me on the cover, next year they came around I f**ed around and dubbed 'em I don't give a f**, y'all n***a know how I be rocking Forty fifth on the block, n***as milly rocking Ciroc poppin', shout out my n***a French That French Vanilla is lit and the sh** is intense I had a bad b**hes threesomes last night It was mad riches, all my n***as savages I come to the block, above the averages I don't give a f**, my n***as