Tory Lanez | Five Fingers Of Death (2018)

[Verse 1]
My Glock crazy, fiends on my block brazy
A lot of niggas sendin' shots that cannot phase me
Cops moving, niggas shootin' at the opps daily
My momma died, but my pop raised me
The block made me tuck grips and serve rocks daily
I started scamming, had my bitches doing drops, crazy
Listen, I got a vision of a all white Wraith with the inside interior seat color of hot gravy
Have it looking like a dinner when I'm driving
My grip like my dick, it get bigger when I slide in
45th skippin' like flipper on the glide-in
Comin' through the spot, jewels dripping like Poseidon
Different bitches tripping, tryna get up right beside 'em
I'm S5, fifth driving out the sunroof
Clique flying while my niggas stick-shift and try and switch irons
He was trippin', gear shift and let his bitch drive it
I'm talking violation, my lil' niggas out here robbing niggas for the love of balling like Sanaa Lathan
And they some cold-hearted niggas but that's how I raised 'em
Scrape a opp off the ball before you dry erase 'em
He put his hands on your brother? You gotta fade 'em
He put his hands on your sister, it's annihilation
I'm in the sky racing, Henny shot chasing, bad bitches one plan, and that's to end up on the yachts naked
Stand on your block, fuck how the opps take it
I let the ooze down his throat like he shot chasin'
But if we grapple, dawg, I beat your face red and white and have it looking like I just bit the apple off
My momma died, I lost my mind and couldn't cope with it
And niggas kept on poking at my open shit
So I sold dope and moved O's and made hope of it
And got busy with any nigga that made joke of it
Made a lil' change, boom bam, studio equip
Fast foward couple years later, sitting in them Range Rover tints
My life is crazy, ice is hazy
Overnight flight, how to expedite your lady
For the right price, I could get you striked, it's crazy
Money height like Dwight on a flight with KD
Crazy how I pulled up in a drop Rolls
Pocket rocket in my sneaker, right above the sock rolls
I keep it on me and my block knows
Because, without it, something's missing, like the nose ring on Pac's nose
Bandana tied, blam-blam your ride, Rob Van Dam the man inside, that you gave your hand to drive
I'm so sick, I spit flows with a whole infection
Time's hard and niggas gotta split the O in sections
No burners, like fucking hoes, no protection
But that's rare, like a fat ass with no injections
Presidential kush, it could've took the whole election
I got a whole collection of a home grown selection
Me and broke niggas, two things with no connection
I can't see 'em like the FaceTime with no reception
I'm crazy, I'm going ballistic for the gravy, I let it go in your biscuit
From the scoop face, cat black, you know that I'm twisted, stupid aim
My trigger finger itching going autistic, told I'm aiming for the headshot

[Verse 2]
You could see the moisture
Put shells in your mouth like you eating oysters
I book niggas librarian quick
And put them thangs on the boat like Nigerian kids
I'ma a black mac, hoodie up
I ain't do it for the look until I got the Ramada popping and booked it up
The car, man, you gotta look it up
I hustle drugs like me on a song, nigga, I hook it up
I shook it up and made a wish with it
Then my enemies started dying from young niggas and Knicks fitters
That sell dope, so they can go and cop the kicks with it
I pop a nigga whole chick and take flicks in it
But I'm not a pornstar, I hit the OnStar
I'm tryna find me some wet pussy and a long jaw
Fantastic, I'ma damn bastard
21 guns like I'ma damn savage
With two of them, I can make both your mans catch it
Then pay a donation, pay both your mans' caskets
I let you up to the weight
With this pump in my Bape
Just to view the body slump in this state
Yo, my opps took so many friends from me
I got more hate for them niggas than Ted Bundy
Drama on my mind, who gon' get this lead from me?
Fuck niggas up and laugh like something I said funny
It's been a long minute, yeah, it's been a long time
I got a lot of bitches, yeah, that shit a long line
My nuts swinging like them thangs from Tha Dogg Pound
These niggas say they gettin' money, need to calm down
'Cause listen nigga, I break fast and scramble and breakfast, all I'm missing is the cheese and the salmon and baked mash
These niggas say they singing and rapping, it's straight trash
You hearing Tory singing and rapping, you pay cash
My album bought to drop, nigga
I'ma bout to pop, nigga
How I shoot guns and go platinum off pop, nigga?
This off top, but I ain't gon' stop man, I stay on D-Block like I started as The Lox, nigga

[Verse 3]
I used to fear that the bitches didn't like me
And then I got bread and only niggas didn't like me
But niggas shouldn't like me, I was hittin' niggas wifey
In the kitchen, hand frostbitten, wrist icy
Chick pricey, but I fuck a different one every night, my dick shiesty
My drive-thru money is krumping, it's gettin' hyphe
My McDonald's order is a Litty McSpicy
They really just nize me
I hit Bella and Ella in the same night
When they hear this freestyle, they gonna say, "your game tight"
A lot of niggas, they ain't right in they mind, I mean let alone writin' they lines, but take this
I'm the only artist you know that can sing to your bitch
And then talk back greezy, it's really that easy
And you gon' believe me
You know I gets busy, nigga
'Cause I stay next to the keys just like Swizzy, nigga
A nigga think I'm pussy, I like that shit better so the feelin' less expect it when I get the nigga
I'm hot-style, 'bout the break the turntables
You'd think I'm clearin' evidence the way I burn paper
They know I earn paper as soon as I learn paper
The traphouse crack smoke smell like burnt vapor
Through the back rows, the money and stacks grow
I got stacks 'bout as long as Kat Stacks nose
This is facts, my niggas is goin' jack mode for me
Wilin', kick back those for me
Funny how my lil niggas do it out of spite
I'm ridin' with the 2 and I can do 'em out the night
These niggas call me crazy, I'ma do 'em out the night
Your newest shit is trash, I just threw it out the night, nigga

[Verse 4]
Fuck the chit-chat, tell me where the chicks at
I'll leave six shots in a nigga's six pack
My chick's strapped, rubber grip with the kickback
Yeah we hittin' licks and niggas still ain't get they lick back
I'm on fire, yeah I'm on NBA ham time
I'm gettin' rings like Sonic on the handglide
Damn I'm so damn fly
This swag kill a nigga so hard I just seen his man die
Stand by, I got bitches on a landline
I could sell it by the pen or the gram in this
Scramble in the lamb like I got the shit pan-fried
So nasty and so classy
How you lookin' like Ryan Leslie when Diddy stole Cassie
Ain't no blowin' past me
The rock's got so much knots the block think that it's goin' badly
I come through and fly, man dead
I stick a nigga like Spiderman webs
Ride a cardoor till your rider man dead
I was only comin' for your rider man's head
I done hit so many IG bitches
I can't even go on IG and slide IG pictures
My life is a movie on widescreen, nigga
So one eye open like Fozzi, nigga

[Verse 5]
'Cause I be at the dice game
I got precise aim
I said the same thing to him when his wife came
I got the white chains, it's looking like the lights came
And bang so hard off the rays that my eyes changed
I'm quite tame when these niggas try hurt me
I burn you fuck niggas like a bitch that got Herpes, no mercy
A bad bitch'll hop in my whip and chauffeur me
Lil' class, like a nigga home early
I tell you get the picture, nigga
'Cause I'll put the shots on y'all like you paying for the liquor, nigga
You'll get smoked like a swisher, nigga
I do 'em like the old days, four ways, how I split the nigga
From the B into the Finch West, they know my name, more savvy in the city than a bench press
These niggas hustle, I ain't impressed
I sold bags of the white more tight than 50 Cent's vest
From G-Unit, all I need is three units
Can't see me, but I'm the illest cat you seen do this
I be moving with disciples
And you a pre-Judas
Bounty on his head, yeah, that's how you reuse it
Putting powder in the engines, and the guns in the fenders
Coke and the drugs by my tongue and my dentures
I couldn't make this up if I tried to
I flip the put... lied to
I slide my guys through burning size five-two, I leave 'em bloody
Leave 'em banging like he banging Piru
I'm slangin' on this corner, I'm slangin' mine too
I don't stress, I might just let the gun bless him like he saying achoo
You don't really wanna square it up
'Cause I'm focused, you won't notice
Like when Sway came back and his hair was cut
I'm going fast no matter whatever gear I clutch
These niggas crazy... I touch
I'm going prime time, I'm on my slime time
I'm going hard, these niggas know I'm on my grind time
See, I want Bow Wow baby mama
I keep it real, she look good, I'll okay the drama
Yo, listen ma', you made it rhyme, and a state to state shiner
Money tall, shit, I ball like the wall of great China
I love money, if you love money, touch it, more karats in my jewellery than Bugs Bunny stomach
What's popping, nigga?