Tory Lanez | Five Fingers Of Death (2018)

[Verse 1] My Glock crazy, fiends on my block brazy A lot of niggas sendin' shots that cannot phase me Cops movin', niggas shootin' at the opps daily My momma died, but my pop raised me The block made me tuck grips and serve rocks daily I started scammin’, had my bitches doin' drops, crazy Listen, I got a vision of a all white Wraith with the inside interior seat color of hot gravy Have it lookin' like a dinner when I'm drivin' My grip like my dick, it get bigger when I slide in 45th skippin' like flipper on the glide-in Comin' through the spot, jewels drippin' like Poseidon Different bitches trippin', tryna get up right beside 'em I'm S5, fifth drivin' out the sunroof Clique flyin' while my niggas stick-shift and try and switch irons He was trippin', gear shift and let his bitch drive it I'm talkin' violation, my lil' niggas out here robbin' niggas for the love of ballin' like Sanaa Lathan And they some cold-hearted niggas but that's how I raised 'em Scrape a opp off the board before you dry erase 'em He put his hands on your brother? You gotta fade 'em He put his hands on your sister, it's annihilation I'm in the sky racin', Henny shot chasin', bad bitches one plan, and that's to end up on the yachts naked Stand on your block, fuck how the opps take it I let the ooze down his throat like he shot chasin' But if we grapple, dawg, I beat your face red and white and have it lookin' like I just bit the apple off My momma died, I lost my mind and couldn't cope with it And niggas kept on pokin' at my open shit So I sold dope and moved O's and made hope of it And got busy with any nigga that made joke of it Made a lil' change, boom bam, studio equip Fast forward couple years later, sittin' in them Range Rover tints My life is crazy, ice is hazy Overnight flight, how to expedite your lady For the right price, I could get you striked, it's crazy Money height like Dwight on a flight with KD Crazy how I pulled up in a drop Rolls Pocket rocket in my sneaker, right above the sock rolls I keep it on me and my block knows Because, without it, somethin's missin', like the nose ring on Pac's nose Bandana tied, blam-blam your ride, Rob Van Dam the man inside, that you gave your hand to drive I'm so sick I spit flows with a whole infection Time's hard and niggas gotta split the O in sections No burners, like fuckin' hoes, no protection But that's rare, like a fat ass with no injections Presidential kush, it could've took the whole election I got a whole collection of a home grown selection Me and broke niggas, two things with no connection I can't see 'em like the FaceTime with no reception I'm crazy, I'm goin’ ballistic for the gravy, I'll let it go in your biscuit From the screw face, cat black, you know that I'm twisted, stupid aim My trigger finger itchin’ goin’ autistic, told I'm aimin’ for the headshot [Verse 2] You could see the moisture Put shells in your mouth like you eatin’ oysters I book niggas librarian quick And put them thangs on the boat like Nigerian kids I'ma black mac, hoodie up I ain't do it for the look until I got the Ramada poppin’ and booked it up The car, man, you gotta look it up I hustle drugs like me on a song, nigga, I hook it up I shook it up and made a wish with it Then my enemies started dyin’ from young niggas in Knicks fitteds That sell dope, so they can go and cop the kicks with it I pop a nigga whole chick and take flicks in it But I'm not a pornstar, I hit the OnStar I'm tryna find me some wet pussy and a long jaw Fantastic, I'ma damn bastard, 21 guns like I'ma damn savage With two of them, I can make both your mans catch it Then pay a donation, pay both your mans' caskets I'll show up to the wake, with this pump in my Bape Just to view the body slumped in his state Yo, my opps took so many friends from me I got more hate for them niggas than Ted Bundy Drama on my mind, who gon' get this lead from me? Fuck niggas up and laugh like somethin’ I said funny It's been a long minute, yeah, it's been a long time I got a lot of bitches, yeah, that shit a long line My nuts swingin’ like them thangs from Tha Dogg Pound These niggas say they gettin' money need to calm down 'Cause listen nigga, I break fast and scramble and breakfast, all I'm missin’ is the cheese and the salmon and baked mash These niggas say they singin’ and rappin’, it's straight trash You hearin’ Tory singin’ and rappin’, you pay cash My album bought to drop, nigga I'ma bout to pop, nigga How I shoot guns and go platinum off pop, nigga? This off top, but I ain't gon' stop man, I stay on D-Block like I started as The Lox, nigga [Verse 3] I used to fear that the bitches didn't like me And then I got bread and only niggas didn't like me But niggas shouldn't like me, I was hittin' niggas wifey In the kitchen, hand frostbitten, wrist icy Chick pricey, but I fuck a different one every night, my dick shiesty My drive-thru money is krumpin’, it's gettin' hyphe My McDonald's order is a Litty McSpicy They really just nize me I hit Bella and Ella in the same night When they hear this freestyle, they gonna say, "your game tight" A lot of niggas, they ain't right in they mind, I mean let alone writin' they lines, but take this I'm the only artist you know can sing to your bitch And then talk back greezy, it's really that easy And you gon' believe me, you know I gets busy, nigga 'Cause I stay next to the keys just like Swizzy, nigga A nigga think I'm pussy, I like that shit better so the feelin' less expected when I get the nigga I'm hot-style, 'bout the break the turntables You'd think I'm clearin’ evidence the way I burn paper They know I earn paper as soon as I learn paper The traphouse crack smoke smell like burnt vapor Through the back rows, the money and stacks grow I got stacks 'bout as long as Kat Stacks nose This is facts, my niggas are goin' jack mode for me Wilin', kick back those for me It's funny how my lil niggas do it out of spite I'm ridin' with the 2 and I can do 'em out the night These niggas call me crazy, I'ma do 'em out the night Your newest shit is trash, I just threw it out tonight, nigga [Verse 4] Fuck the chit-chat, tell me where the chicks at I'll leave six shots in a nigga's six pack My chick's strapped, rubber grip with the kickback Yeah we hittin' licks and niggas still ain't get they lick back I'm on fire, yeah I'm on NBA ham time I'm gettin' rings like Sonic on the hang glide Damn I'm so damn fly This swag kill a nigga so hard I just seen his man die Stand by, I got bitches on the landline I could sell it by the pan or the gram in this Scramble in the lamb like I got the shit pan-fried So nasty and so classy Have you lookin' like Ryan Leslie when Diddy stole Cassie Ain't no blowin' past me The rock's got so much knots the block's thinkin' that it's goin' badly I come through and fly, man dead I stick a nigga like Spiderman webs Ride a car door till your rider man dead I was only comin' for your rider man's head I done hit so many IG bitches I can't even go on IG and slide IG pictures My life is a movie on widescreen, nigga So one eye open like Fozzi, nigga [Verse 5] 'Cause I be at the dice game I got precise aim I said the same thing to him when his wife came I got the white chains, it's lookin’ like the lights came And bang so hard off the rays that my eyes changed I'm quite tame when these niggas try hurt me I burn you fuck niggas like a bitch that got Herpes, no mercy A bad bitch'll hop in my whip and chauffeur me Lil' class, like a nigga home early I tell you get the picture, nigga 'Cause I'll put the shots on y'all like you payin’ for the liquor, nigga You'll get smoked like a Swisher, nigga I do 'em like the old days, four ways, how I split the nigga From the B into the Finch West, they know my name, more savvy in the city than a bench press These niggas hustle, I ain't impressed I sold bags of the white more tight than 50 Cent's vest From G-Unit, all I need is three units Can't see me, but I'm the illest cat you seen do this I be movin’ with disciples And you a pre-Judas Bounty on his head, yeah, that's how you reuse it Puttin’ powder in the engine, and the guns in the fenders Coke and the drugs by my tongue and my dentures I couldn't make this up if I tried to I flip the pot ... lied to I slide my guys through burnin’ size five-two, I leave 'em bloody Leave 'em bangin’ like he bangin’ Piru I'm slangin' on this corner, I'm slangin' mine too I don't stress, I might just let the gun bless him like he sayin’ achoo You don't really wanna square it up 'Cause I'm focused, you won't notice Like when Sway came back and his hair was cut I'm goin’ fast no matter whatever gear I clutch These niggas crazy... I touch I'm goin’ prime time, I'm on my slime time I'm goin’ hard, these niggas know I'm on my grind time See, I want Bow Wow baby mama I keep it real, she look good, I'll okay the drama Yo, listen ma', you made a rhymer, and a state to state shiner Money tall, shit, I ball like the wall of great China I love money, if you love money, touch it, more karats in my jewellery than Bugs Bunny stomach What's poppin’, nigga?