Tory Lanez v2

[Intro: Lil House Phone]
(Who the hell is Carlo?)
Look
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Ayy
Woah
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Ayy

[Verse 1: Lil House Phone]
Nigga, I ain’t no killer, but don’t push me
You got condoms in yo pocket, but you never gettin’ pussy
I been gettin’ on, but they tried to overlook me
Nigga, fuck a quarantine, tell promoters come & book me
Fuck a puff bar, bitch, I’m back up on them cigs
At your baby mama’s house, playin games with your kids
I done drunk all the juice out the fridge
If he sneak dissin me, then that boy don’t wanna live
Get it how you live, I ain’t hatin on no other man
I ain’t no podcast nigga, I’m still sellin grams
I’m a young sack runner, shout my nigga [?]
Please get yo man ‘fore we blow this nigga like the fan
In the field, intercepting like a quarterback
We don’t wanna hear yo raps cause we know you cap
& you got a strap? Nigga, who you finna jack?
I’m finna fuck this bitch once & I ain’t comin back

[Hook: Lil House Phone]
Man, you only shoot bitches, call that nigga Tory
Nigga say he gettin’ money, not a true story
I jus fucked the bitch once & now the bitch adore me
& we gon leave the scene bloody, we gon leave it gory

[Verse 2: Komato$e]
Aimin’ straight for her head like some Sudafed
That bitch gon call the cops, actin’ like she knew the feds
I stay 10 toes, somethin’ like what Buddha said
These rappers ain’t hungry, that’s why I hit Budapest
I already got doxxed, y’all want my new address?
Movin’ like a couch surfer ‘cause I need a bed
Girl got that skeet-5000, ultra suction, kung-fu grip coochie, & she give soothing head
I ain’t new to that
Tell me where your shooters at
Tell me where a witness is, we get to him, remove his head
Shout out Guillotine, he pullin’ up w/ 2 of them
If somebody fuck w/ us then we neuter them
I’m prayin’ for my mama, she got somethin’ in her head
I ain’t on Punk’d, I ain’t w/ the foolishness
Hara-kiri, pullin’ guts out on some gruesome shit
When my verse came on, everybody was like “who is this?”

[Verse 3: Lil House Phone]
Yeah, I’m sittin in a Coup tryin not to be cooped up
Ice cream shoes, bitches tryna get scooped up
Pull up in a new truck, they like “who us?”
I ain’t runnin wit the Klan, but I got blue bucks
Bitch, I’m fresh up out the water like I’m baptized
If the bitch ugly then I’m blind, I ain’t got eyes
If you ain’t gettin money, then you gettin chastised
I’m in Atlanta droppin’ pounds like a fat guy
I do a lotta shit I’m not jus a rap guy
You ain’t got yo strap? Guaranteed I’m finna blast mine
All my niggas blowin up like a landmine
I’m in that bitch DM like “you so damn fine”
They at my shows, they recitin every damn line
The bitch said she too drunk, then do a damn line
I jus cleaned my gun I ain’t finna jam mine
& I got a fuckin mask on like I’m Mankind

[Verse 4: Komato$e]
He said “you showed up to the funeral Truey’d out
Respect
I know our brother up there lookin’ down”
We flex
My shooters mop the Internet, they get shit wet
Your shooters miscarried inside the womb, they born dead
Rappers suspect, they hidin’ somethin’
Inglorious Bastards, what they tryna hide from us?
5k plays, but 50 likes on it
You tellin’ me you couldn’t put 5 on it?
I’m too divine to bot my plays, on God
If you try consoling me, you get played, on God
I smoke pack from London to Reno
90’s Bambino still built like a pedo
I lay the smackdown
I’m gettin’ lit in MIDAS’ honor, I put that smack down
H mobbin’ to the Wawa’s jus to rob ‘em for mashed potatoes
This ain’t 2015, I don’t date hoes!

[Hook: Lil House Phone]
Nigga only shootin’ bitches, call that nigga Tory
Nigga say he gettin’ money, not a true story
I jus fucked the bitch once & now the bitch adore me
& we gon leave the scene bloody, we gon leave it gory