Tory Lanez (2017) | Funk Flex | #Freestyle086

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[Intro: Tory Lanez & Funkmaster Flex] Ayo, it's the Sauce Kid official, Tory Lanez You know I came here to respect all the legends To show my respect and hop on the Funk Flex, legendary You know how I always wanted to do this shit Hot 97, you know how we rockin' Shout out my nigga True Life, I'm [?] in the buildin', you heard? You know what it is (mm-hm) Funk Flex, Ciroc Studios, Tory Lanez is here (yeah) Which is here I'm thinkin', instrumental is— let's— let's get to it? Let's— let's— yeah, let's get it Let's do it ERNZ Turn it up a little bit Yeah, uh! [Verse: Tory Lanez & Funkmaster Flex] Tory Lanez got the block on whiplash The cops on draw quick fast so my shit stashed I keep a big fifth stashed in the whip dash Trip, catch six in a second like quick flash Bitch pass if you ain't lettin' the clique smash I switch tags just so I could let my chicks brag Niggas whole swag ain't half my chicks bag No jokes, those'll get you smoked like quick drag I click fast then bang your bitch ass Brain from your chick in the whip that I just crashed Sound wild like Tory puttin' a thou down Tryna make a bitch bow down in the chow chows Don't you know I sing songs with a mink on And have chicks dripping like the sink in their string thong? I ding dong ditch bitches when the fling gone (ha ha!) With a mink on and four fingers that my rings on Quick drawin' like you don't know where my dick going Like I ain't been up in your chick dome since the flip phones (pow!) My ice rocky, nice jocky So much maple leaf money, niggas think I'm playing ice hockey I'm that fly type, move through the night cocky Bitch, I look so good, even the dykes watch me I'm on Dyckman with a bad lightskin Chain rain so much water they think we 'bout to have lightning When I spit, niggas think I'm in that lab fightin' Niggas think that I'm left hooking and I'm jab writin' One thing is, I ain't in that lab writin', nigga everything is off top Word to my bald spot I used to have to stash work in my broad spot Cops came, had to stash work in her bra strap Phone calls and my connect is just a call drop We don't count down on those, that's a ball drop Come on akh, pretendin' y'all niggas on block Twin fives put like ten of y'all niggas on shots We could do it however y'all niggas wan' rock Make this shit pop like oil in a chrome pot And it don't stop I'm not a picture painter but I will put a nigga in his own chalk I let the .9 spill I got a ill lil' shooter out in Brownsville down for the wild deal I'll feel blessed if nigga test and my shooter leave him streched 'til the bones in his spine chill I'm ill nigga, this is not a time drill I used to serve on the strip and watch Seinfield Man, I remember serving on the strip Watching out for cops hopping out suburbans on the strip Working on the strip, chilling with a .30 on my hip Whole team of shooters, bunch of Steph Curries in my clique Boy, I'm a wild boy, check the style, boy I'm a real baller, you a towel boy I'll put 'em in the future, no Elroy 'Cause I pop tops like I'm opening some Altoids Breath minty and fresh Fendi Got a hustler chick down to smuggle bricks through the West Indies I'll hustle 'til it's nothing left in me (woah) And the plug hear 'bout me and gotta invest in me I send semi's at any nigga that's testin' me I'm prayin' to the lord, he's the one that been blessing me But yo, I got a sick set And my jewels like dipset And we on cam like dipset These fuck niggas say they coming for the kid neck? Give ya dog shots like I'm checking in a sick pet Got street ties with the street guys Even if they fly on G5s, they'll kill you for a G5 Fifteen hunnid, my FN gunning My dawg copped twenty birds, and they just keep coming He sold four and plus he let a sick team run 'em We ain't talking 'bout a verse when it's a sixteen coming, check I'm a real nigga I keep a Tommy on my body but when you see me, I ain't wearin' Hilfigher Just a ladder and a roofer that'll drill niggas And down to take his own charge when he kill niggas Look, I'm the hot kid in the school I pull up to the party and I pop chicks in the pool Hot chicks say I'm hot and my dick is a jewel Just let me box with that twat, I'll stick it and move Yo, she like the way my wrist dance She like the way the wrists on my fist dance Every time a nigga switch hands And my guns and shooters on quickstands (he really goin' in!) You would thinks the guns designer, they way they come in rip pants Wrist cuts, my wrist slants and I'm in the truck getting jiggy, tryna get up in your chick pants Bitch dance It's four hoes with me, if them four hoes did me, shawty, it won't be a fifth chance My whole stretch from south France to Brisbane And they attached to the arms like wrist bands Look, I send 'em up and I'ma send them niggas back if they sent 'em up My dawg got a twenty on him and a semi tucked But, I've been in so many life or death situations, I just wanna live it up I dropped it off and I picked it up And my jewels all embedded and I'm feeling six'erd up I'm in the club tryna find a thick chick to fuck Man, after all my neck and wrist is all glittered up Bitches wanna fuck it up, now they want to lick it up They man hear about it next day and wan' get me touched In a Bentley, tints tucked, Cuban linked up Big chain on me in case I gotta get you inked up Wrink up, see the wrist roller wrinked up Whole squad looking like we robbed us a Brinks truck Any cat that know Lanez know I'm worldwide I leave you on your sweatshirt like Earl died I'm more wavy than a surfer on a curl tide And you a bitch, even lookin' from your girl's eyes I'm a stunna, my wrist done up, my girls got the scar tissue on her tits done up Fucking with her, I'ma have to lift gun up (mm) And bang bang 'til the tissue on your hip come up I'm a all around star player I'm a lot of y'all father like Darth Vader Fuck niggas know I charge for my hard labour I spent nights in that cold for that hard paper Listen, that's why I feel I'm the most hot in the place A lot of niggas saying they hot but they not in the place And your block? It ain't hot, man it's safe Next nigga diss Tory Lanez 'bout to get shot in his face, nigga I hate niggas that lie and move funny That why keep fly and chill on the cruise money Y'all niggas lose money, y'all niggas just snooze money Just look at my blood, my shit is just ooze money Look, I do this for that youngin' on the corner That hustle all day though he never had a daughter He never had a father, he hustle in the corner I'm telling that he wilding tryna truck the shit to Florida But niggas love to hustle, it's aura When you come up from the poor, you struggle and you sure You gon' do it for mother, lost your brother to the force So you in the only son to keep the loving in the core Every day you ducking strays tryna run in to the store And you can't afford a bed, layin' covers on the floor And you momma's stressing and her blood pressure getting lower And your daughter want that brand new toy But it's hard to show her that you broke and can't afford it (You can tell!) So you on the corner, niggas talking shit and the plug, he keep avoidin' ya So you wanna hustle and you tryna get your coin up Out there on your own, but shit, Satan will corner ya So you wanna own, tryna get your own up Now I'm on my own, I'm just tryna get my own up Had to come through, 54, bought the chrome up Niggas tried to hate, had to bring back the chrome up I'm on Funk Flex, ayo fuck everybody that said, "fuck Flex" I don't care what niggas talk and how they wan' talk I'm on my thing and my niggas let them things bark Listen, look, I been this way, I don't care how the fuck I'm coming in this way I'm with my nigga Ray, my nigga Uno and my nigga GP Niggas come through, I got them bitches on the CD They gon' watch me like we on the DVD I don't give a fuck man, you see me on the TV And I'm all up in the Champs, and I'm all up in Adidas I got all the bad bitches, more stripes than a zebra Niggas hatin' on me, 'cause they see me and I'm gettin' Fuck around, see me magazine, up all up in the features Double-X-L they ain't want me on the cover, next year they came around I fucked around and dubbed 'em I don't give a fuck, y'all nigga know how I be rocking Forty fifth on the block, niggas milly rocking (sorry, [?]) Ciroc poppin', shout out my nigga French That French Vanilla is lit and the shit is intense I had a bad bitches threesomes last night It was mad riches, all my niggas savages I come to the block, above the averages I don't give a fuck, my niggas— ah! Fuck it! Let's rock, my nigga! [Outro: Funkmaster Flex & Tory Lanez] You see us! One take! (Let's rock!) 'Cause you know a lot of you rappers be comin' up here Don't be doin' one take, I just wanted to bring that up Don't tighten up 'cause I told the truth Talkin' about— lemme just say somethin' (what's that?) I'm doin' this shit for all the people who respect The classic New York culture I'm doin' this shit for all... all the young niggas That—at the— at the end of the day—don't respect this culture Because I come in and I respect everthing And I know where the fuck I came from, my nigga And this is what the fuck I came from So, I respect all the fuckin' legendary MCs I do this for niggas like Kiss, Juelz, fuckin' Cass, fuckin' Styles P Everybody, nigga, y'all know what the fuck I'm talkin' 'bout! You know what it is, Funk Flex, Tory Lanez We here, I mean bought— (lemme put my jacket back on) You know what I'm sayin'? Real cold after that Remember I said— remember I said one take And how you niggas be comin' up here don't be one-takin' it It's okay! Just wanted to acknowledge that though Top five!