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Lyrics 392 – Tory Lanez & VV$ KEN

Freeband s**t, freeband s**t
Baow, baow, baow, baow, baow, baow
Freeband s**t, man, band-counter s**t, man
You know we want bags, man
Swiper, no swiping
Fire not too far from OV to 438, n**ga

Hop in the Scat and I go
Went and got Louboutins right out the store, ayy
Twenty-two ridin’ with Joe
You hear a pop then that boy on the floor


I got my Glock in my lap, I’ma score
Lil’ mama thick, I met her on the pole
Told all my n**gas y’all better not fold
If anything, I’ma go and get the pole

Yeah, I’m a shooter
But don’t gotta shoot it
I pay my lil’ hitta to pull up and do it
Swear that’s your ass if we get into it
I got lil’ n**gas ready to chew it
I got pieces, I’m ready, I’m swipey
You hollerin’ ’bout action
So stop all that typin’, ayy
I ain’t got time for no tussle
I’ma just pull up and pop me a muscle

After I copped it, I bought me a duffel
392, it take off like a shuttle
Needed some paper, told my n**gas huddle up
B**ch, I’d be broke if I wanted to cuddle
Wrist is G water, new pack, place your order
If you send a b**ch to come shop, I’ma short her
Ayy, I’ma spin your block like a CD
Got about twenty missed calls from a BD
Gotta pay a lawyer, can’t rock with no PD
Told that n**ga take it to the door and make it speedy
P**sy n**gas tryna call the truce like a treaty
Made about fifty-five bands off TD
Say he gon’ rob me, ha, try, p**sy
Fam, he dyin’, huh
Bake ’em, deep fry ’em

Go on, I’m slidin’
I gotta be up for the pick up
If I miss the drop time
I’ma go and stick up, ayy
‘Cause I gotta go and get it
Crack’s comin’, gotta go and hit it, ayy
I gotta go and hit it, ayy
I gotta go and hit it, ayy
Yeah, ayy, yeah


Ayy okay, soon as that Glock lock, hit him
I hit his block and I bend it, shots extended
Talkin’ too hot, I’ma spin it
Flew to the jeweler
Bought a quarter mill’ watch independent
Shots keep flyin, who spinnin’
Ain’t nobody seen who did it
Trap house need new tenants
Hop in that Scat and they shootin’ for Kenny
Like he a lieutenant

All of my opps I’m shootin’
That choppa be talkin’ in fluent
Don’t talk, I do it
Choppa erase his face
They had to cool it and close the casket
At his viewin’, mm, damn
N**gas be tellin’, I knew it
Brand new b**ch fell in, I flew it
Blew twenty racks in the club but a n**ga so rich
That you n**gas can’t tell that I blew it, ayy

I’m slidin’ in a Infinity
I just go skrrt and I skid in it
I don’t giνe a f**k what b**ch in it
I don’t trust you if you fidgety
Hit the gas, cruise to infinity
Know I got opps that’ll try
Know a n**ga ’bout to drop with the car
So I gotta keep switchin’ it, ayy

If I go to jail, I f**k the CO
Piss real dirty, f**k the PO
Down to the kilo, uh
Had a n**ga play with my backend
Big yoppa that’ll chop a n**ga back in
Pink 30 and the MAC-10
That’s lights, no camera but the action
Homie I go to mail with this
Been a thug since me and Kellz was jits
He was steppin’ out the cell with drip
And all my n**gas out of jail are rich
It’s poppin’…

➤ Written by Yung Dza
Album: The VVS Capsule
Produced by Yung Dza
Tory Lanez | VV$ Ken | 2020

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