Tory Lanez - 9Side Bodmon | Lyrics

Subscribe for daily uploads of your favourite rap hits 🔥🔥    / @hiphop-llyricss   Tory Lanez - 9Side Bodmon | Lyrics Uncle Daystar, I love you and I'll see you soon Yeah I'm doin' a test and I'm doin' okay, and I go hit the trap, I do two in a day We hit with these rackets and hit with these niggas, you know I do few in a day I be bustin' the block with the stoppers a few different ways We talkin' 'bout 7.62s in the choppers 'cause all of my partners got two different K's And this shit amazin' When I'm straight to the bank, do the same shit Drop the U and the M, it's some gang shit Got a deuce in my pocket, I pull out a two, I'ma shoot up a few if I bang shit This shit is dangerous I got shooters to pull up and hang shit I got weird bitches on some strange shit Money talkin', you don't speak the language I'm so fly, I get high with no stylists Niggas, they can never know the damages All this shit that we go through the challenges All 'em bitches I go through is challenges I ain't stoppin' for nothin' I wake up, it's Saturday mornin', just checkin' the balances I can't do no disguises, just look in my baby boy eyes and I know what the timin' is I came up from some broke shit to a bust down When it lit, we say, "Touchdown" Got the AP, face crushed down She was frontin' on me, I'm her crush now Got her runnin' through all the boutiques Swiping fraud cards, all the new sneaks Switchin' different bitches all through the week Tall, small one, Tory fits all, bitch, I be fuckin' on all physiques I got a dream to go to the league If that shit don't work, I'ma go to the trap Servin' them things that go in the pack That shit don't work, then you know I'ma snap That shit don't work, then you know that I'm back to the back to the black hoodie With them old ladies sayin' what I could've been, but fuck it, you know that I'm goin' to jack Jackin' and stealin' from niggas, came makin' a killin', it's nowhere to make this shit real If you ain't been a real one, I look at my baby boy Kai and I know I'ma make him a billion I gotta keep goin', I gotta do this shit for all of my brothers, my sisters, my niggas, my mother My duffle keep comin' up out of the floor, it's unzippin' from all of the Benjamin heads in that bitch Look, I can take you back to the days in the trap, when it was only twenties and tens in that bitch I was all at my 9-to-5 workin', sellin' weight up out the Denny's and spendin' that shit At 3:10, I ran out, I was bendin' that bitch We jump in and split out, now I'm gettin' that rich off the money, blender at the end of the semi 'Cause after the storm, this shit gon' be sunny Just tryna be warm when shit was so muddy This shit was so cold, the days when they would lock us in the cell, feed us peanut butter-jelly Now I'm ballin', fuck you could tell me? And just to perform, it's shit quarter milli' And pop me up off of the playlist, it's cool, my nigga, I get them views on my own I'm used to bein' alone I'm used to niggas tellin' me I'm wrong I'm used to provin' pussy niggas wrong I'm used to niggas sellin' lies, sellin' their soul I'm back in my savage mode, on the savagery And I'm winnin', they mad at me I look at 'em, see anger and agony Different diamonds boxin' like Your Majesty Hit the four and it be like a travesty Hit your boy in the whip where the traffic be Put the four into fifth when I'm switchin' the gear, lookin' back in my mirror, where the crackers be? Hit the button, phew, where the stasher be? Just to find that, they gon' had to rip the car Even that'd probably never fit the bar And not give a fuck 'cause it's a rental car, lil' Tory #torylanez #rnb #hiphop #lyrics