580 Benz (Prison Tapes) Lyrics Tory Lanez
You have a pre-paid call from-
Tory
Yeah, yeah
I get in the booth, and I spit poetry
Ain’t no hotter flow as me-all gas on free
580 Benz just so I can spin-yeah
Plain Glocks and AKs-switches just a trend to us
Ridin’ ’round Cullinan, she say she don’t *** wit’ rappers
Pass her to my bruddanem, let ’em introduce theyself
Like, “Uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh”-*** it, get a drum or sumn
Teach you how to turn a fishscale into a metric ton
I been eatin’ all this bread-I gotta feed the steppers some
Smokin’ like I got a extra lung inside my chest or sumn
Black caught a bullet to his cap-well, she had a extra on_
Call my phone when I was ***’ Tati in the r_staurant
Niggas shot, but I can’t sleep until I shoot the rest of ’em
Hitters, they can’t eat until they turn ’em to a vegetable
Layin’ in Jamaica, Montego, eatin’ festival
I’m white boy wasted when you see me at the festival
Two .9s, seventeen shots, call him two times
Hurt to see a *** tell a true lie
I was stuck in shootouts a few times, bullets just like fruit flies
Ain’t no wakin’ back up in no gulag-real
My haters doin’ voodoo; look what I brought the crew through
Dirty AF1s-I used to have to lace the loop through
My baby mama thuggin’-she even slided in her two-two
When we was ridin’ out like that, I must’ve had a screw loose
Syrup sandwiches, eatin’ rice with the ketchup
Put the corned beef in a bowl like a dog fetchin’
You ever worried about yo’ dollar more than you worried about yo’ health?
You ever worried about yo’ partner more than you worried about yourself?
I swear, uh, these niggas dangerous-huh
But they ain’t gon’ play wit’ us; show ’em million dollar faces-yeah
***, my attorney looks amazin’-yeah
We don’t take no pills, but *** been feelin’ like The Matrix-yeah
It’s all or nothin’
Takin’ what’s mine is just not for discussion
My woadie got a drum, and that *** ain’t for percussion
Riskin’ it outside, and a *** been hustlin’
Stacked it outside-I won’t lose this *** for nothin’
Throw it all away
Imagine that I threw it all away
All away
Can’t throw this all away
Throw it all away
Imagine that I threw it all away
All away
Can’t throw this all away
Rollin’ with the family, I said, “Motherfuck the homies”
Meanin’ I can’t hang around if you don’t really know me
And I ain’t givin’ info out for questions on the brodie
“Hit me on the Jacksons, get yo’ money”-what he told me
On the road, I had to learn to handle my emotions
Never greedy, pass it to a *** if he open
Had to put that work in-nothin’ ever came from hopin’
Don’t tell me that you down for me-I prefer if you show it
We done switchin’ lanes and then, we hopped out on the new ride
My *** told me bird’s the only bird he ever flew out
And he down to up it-ain’t a problem to pull a tool out
It hurt him when it rains, but that’s just wounds from the shootouts
It’s all or nothin’
Takin’ what’s mine is just not for discussion
My woadie got a drum, and that *** ain’t for percussion
Riskin’ it outside, and a *** been hustlin’
Stacked it outside-I won’t lose this *** for nothin’
Throw it all away
Imagine that I threw it all away
All away
Can’t throw this all away
Throw it all away
Imagine that I threw it all away
All away
Can’t throw this all away