‘Bout to murder this shit nigga look Beamer, Benz or Bentley, my jeans ain’t ever empty And nigga I ain’t Gucci but no skier ever get me The 7 series Beamer ain’t the reason they respect me I ain’t never been a pussy ’cause my team will never let me The modern day Hannibal, flock Fresc’ animal I’m sick, I’m sick and I ain’t got a antidote Skeetin’ in yo girls mouth nigga and her throat I’ll grill y’all peel like cantaloupe Oh and it’s so sincere, two European broads and they both in here Me and Rimes took turns we was both in there And my girl is like a fox but she don’t wear fur Hoes used to say “no” now they like “oh yeah sure” They don’t even call me “Lanez” they like “Oh, yes, sir” I’m a go-getter, never go get her, from her crib what I look like that ho chauffeur, gettin’ hella dome Put Lady Gaga on my telephone, hella gone ay yo girl beat no metronome My new bitch she a yellow bone I buy her yellow stones ’cause I like it when she got that yellow on So tell me where the flag beat at If I had one wish I’d bring Max B back Bought to buy a lamb tell me where the back seat at Please free Gucci, Boosie and Weezy we black So you could say that Tory Lanez is a porn star But you couldn’t find my roof with an on-star Never slip nigga, I be on guard Sicker than a swine no time for you cornballs Eight long bags, stay calm fag, I’m on more beats then the J arms tag Colder than another shuttle tell me where the quilt at Tory is a motherfucker tell me where the MILF at I can get you killed black, like the way I kill tracks, we gon’ leave you with your scalp and it’s all peeled back Only nigga that be hangin’ like a pendant, rip the beat so hard niggas had to mend it Fuck it let’s cement it, ’cause I killed it, I’m feeling some resentment Fuck I just killed that shit, so I’ma come back and avenge it Reincarnation of the track on some revenge shit Step inside the club all the girls in a frenzy I be writin’ ’til my pen break (yeah) ‘Cause I’m hungry, I’m to the point that my ribs ache I just wanna see your hips shake My Latin shawty call me “papi” while she fix me up a big steak See I’m hungry for a big plate (Yeah) And I’m never full even though I just ate Call me the foreign model fucker, get they twist on like a soda bottle cover Tired of breaking it to niggas that I got they lover, hold her and I fold her like some sort of origami sculpture Read between the lines, see between her eyes Killing that pussy R.I.P. between yo thighs I seem to be despised by some very evil guys Fake niggas do fake shit so don’t believe the lies