Tory Lanez Freestyle on Sway in the Morning, Pt. 2 (2016)

[Verse 1]

Sorry not sorry the boy is back in the building

He feelin' himself he pouring Corgiac in the building

Excuse me for not applauding we all up in feeling

I just feel like most of these artists aren't appealing to me

Young T, Mister Olay Free, I'm in the sauce like bolognese

Niggas still bitching, the gun still singing and my gun still singing to them niggas like Do-Re-Mi

So lit I take a pic for a 4K fee

Tell a bitch that I'm the shit, piss, throw-up, pee

Threesomin' hoes got them yelling "Hold up T

-you gon get in my hair", I'm like "so what B?"

I go New York on em', I got a new talk for em'

Niggas want beef, trust me I got a new fork for em'

I'm flying a Brooklyn bitch, right outta Newark for em'

New Jersey I'm getting money motherfucker you heard me

When I heard the term 6, I wasn't used to the shit

I dropped The New Toronto, I wasn't new to this shit

I know I'm not wrong for making lucrative shit

But, niggas all offended by my views of the 6

When it came to boy, I said that he was a fan

Say the same thing, I said that he was a fan

Tried to do the same, returning the same stamp

But I just can't fall, wherever I fall nigga I land

You seen it, baller alert, main news nigga

Holding off west like I'm Ye's room nigga

These blogs talk about me like a trade room nigga

I feel like I got the keys to The Shade Room nigga

C'mon, shit done changed, the chicks done changed

Chest, the titties, the ass on my chicks done changed

Went from a 1.6 to a 6 something Range

Gotta understand the life from which one came

I was taught drop harder, be the kid and drop cars where the girls will give you brain and even catch the smart water

And I ain't even stressing y'all father, when I'm say that I'm y'all father I can get how that can make you all bothered

So much money they just okay me

Out the womb I told the doctor "nigga don't play me"

My hoes never say nothing they just okay me

I keep the K right between em' like OKC

Please, the young boy has got the remedy down

If you ain't with us, you a op and you an enemy now

Boss nigga calling shots like I'm Penny Liddell

I hit them bitches that you never see at 70 down

Look, 2Pac back, my two Glocks strapped, with two pop bitches fucking in the U-Haul track

I'm so jazzy nigga I could bring the crew long lack

I'm so jazzy nigga I could bring juke talk back

Wait, tell you what to do just like a surgeon

I go, fly in that pussy just like a carpet

Backwood, smoking excuse me for the cigar scent

Dark tint, roll up on niggas so I can avoid all the nonsense

Please, people know that I'm coming shit me

Competition know I'm coming shit free

And this shit is ironic that the outcome and look the album is this summer sixteen

[Verse 2]

All my young boys is shooting they with the shootouts

One Umbrella crew out, nigga what you gon' do bout

My dog Jae is trying to find him a new route

I'm tryna do me the same, my bitches do be insane

Got that Mulsuanne glidin', I'm riding it

Through the rain

Through the pain

We do change, niggas won't do a thing

And me, I do thangs nigga hotta than blue flame

And my wrist saying bitch come kick it like Liu Kang

Look, nigga I don't play no games

I'm a General

Lifetime ties I ain't fucking with the federal

White wine vibe, 5 bitches on my genitals

Pedal to the metal she don't put me on a pedestal

I hit her with the finishing touch

I diminish them bad bitches and hit em' like a cinnamon dutch

I touch bad bitches with mad riches, they dad riches

And I'm in they back so much nigga I'm Ad-Libin'

Big timer, doe proper, show stopper

Bad bitches, actresses in soap operas

Getting so much doe ya'll niggas owe papa

I get paid to put you on a stretcher, old doctor

We be moving militant, whole squad real and shit

10 rollies, 30 chains whole squad killin' it

Went to Rolls Royce, brought the Wraith out the dealership

Bought the bitch cash you can tell em' that I'm still legit

Y'all say y'all ball with payments to make

On the G4 cigar with plane flicks to take

G5 private plane away from jakes

And yeah nigga I do lear from state to state

Gotta yellow presidenti and I baked the face

My chick yellow den confetti, gotta laced in grape

Treat my dates like, "fuck it if we late, we late"

And if you fucking and you saying you relate we great

Okay, why them niggas hating on Tory, can't chance it

Why them niggas sick of my face, that's cancer

Why they in the backroom dissing like the dancers

Well me and Sway are the same cause we don't got the answers

I was with the scammers, trigger pullers and jammers

Night time shooters a do you in they pajamas

Then eat Oodles and Noodles and go to sleep vampin'

Toss hammers in water and lay in East Hampton

Me, Sosa, and Brooks that's the three champions

Give your bitch a 3 point foul, 3 chances

Ya broad say I'm lying, I ain't fuck it, she dancin'

I knew she was fucking from the first 3 glances

Heard she gotta twin that heard I ball, Steve Francis

Fuck her and then I'm taking her sis, Steve Nash shit

Relapse nigga, I'm on my relax nigga

And I already won the race these just re-laps nigga

Mind your bitch and you bees wax nigga

I keep 3 straps

Cause we done hit some cats that's gone be back nigga

After the reh reh talk, the "Wah gwaan Popcaan?"

I'm still with real niggas saying, "wah pop? wah gwaan?"

Pull in something foreign with the top all chopped on

Niggas getting mad but the boy on top don

Ralph Lauren bedsheets, Ralph Lauren I'm killing it

Linen all foreign, I'm touring with foreign models

Order more bottles them bitches is gon' swallow

And I got so many hallow tips, I swear I'm going hallow

When I shoot we bang my nigga it's gon' follow

When the aim full throttle and I drink the full bottle

Of Patron, when it's on my nigga then it's on

So we gon' get it on until we in the zone

And it's real man little fucker you niggas gon' feel em'

August 19th my niggas is gon' kill em'

We going pop, nigga we going pop

Pop up and make another mill I call that going pop nigga

Yeah nigga and y'all niggas gon' flop nigga

All my niggas, one umbrella we gon' drop niggas

Yeah, I'm getting so much

Niggas getting cheese my nigga, they acting so tough

I don't give a fuck my nigga, just grow up

I'm just getting money so much, I can throw up

Last time I came on Sway my chains was wack

This time I came on Sway my chains is stacked

I don't give a fuck my nigga