Free Pedro Interlude

Lyrics

[Verse: Tory Lanez] Look at my caliber I'm putting 4G all round the caliber Dusty lil bitch, I ain't dialin' ya Gave her the 'I' the 'O' the 'U' my vowel up She suck this dick [?] I'm bout to dirty this hoe pick a towel up We going 30 for 30, and I'm going birdy for birdy I fucked her on cam, and she wanna leak it But me, I'm not worried, I know I swore that pussy like the excaliber This is a Wraith, no charger, no Challanger Thought they was stylen', but niggas they stylen' us Niggas ain't wild as us, damn All of the damage is done Except for your partner, I still want my fade, the ones I'm out today with shooters They Heishan niggas that be putting thеy brains in one 'm never playing it dumb I bag a groupiе, you bitches, I'm saving your names as one Homie want beef [?] Damn, it's done I want the money, I market it, niggas'll Twitter, they diss and they target Tell a bitch shut the fuck up, she too talkative They wanna crash and wreck, we brawlling it I got a umbrella jeans for the summer I'm getting bread, no wonder My shooter colder than 32 wonder Richy he left in the plumber I, I can't let a nigga backdoor me, never [?] my homie All of ya ran for the cheese like Pep in the Rony [?] I put the switch on the Glock for niggas to switch Automatic shit go, frrrrr I'm never worried cuz I know you niggas is bitch Pardon my back talk shit to my wrist Bust in that pussy, i swerve in it Don'chu keep talkin' lil baby, keep purkyn' it I cannot bring these two bitches, I know where we at the fancy dinner date, they out here twerkin' it I gotta leave for sure Bitch call me daddy, lets call you a ride All of this chillin' and all of this drinkin' for you to just leave, nah, I cannot call you a vibe But if you suckin' this dick and its sloppy than, brrrr The Uber, the car's outside She jump inside of the Cullinan, look at the roof and say "Damn" the star's outside No babygurl my car is outside and that's how stun when I pull for the Summer I cannot kick it with bro niggas, Ill be at the top and yall be pulling me under, grrrrr The switch, I passed it My dick, she smashed it My work, Topanga Its cutting off heads and baskets, yea How do you niggas be talking 'bout opps, that they ain't even got Talkin' 'bout guns from Call of Duty claimin' bodies and shots, that they ain't even shot This shit be crazy, but the shit don't ever seems to 'maze me Got the sauce on em like the [?] They be shooting shots, didn't graze me Bitch I've been a great since grade 3, ayyy Give me the shots, no regular Got the game in a choke, no wrestler Don't put suicide doors on no Tesla Its the kid nigga, lil Tory