392 – Tory Lanez lyrics

Lyrics 392 – Tory Lanez

392 lyrics
Freeband shit Freeband shit
Baow baow baow baow baow baow
Freeband shit man band-counter shit man
You know we want bags man
Swiper no swiping
Fire not too far from OV to 438 nigga

Hop in the Scat and I go
Went and got Louboutins right out the store
Twenty-two ridin’ with Joe
You hear a pop then that boy on the floor
I got my Glock in my lap I’ma score
Lil’ mama thick I met her on the pole
Told all my niggas y’all better not fold
If anything I’ma go and get the pole
Yeah I’m a shooter but don’t gotta shoot it
I pay my lil’ hitta to pull up and do it
Swear that’s your ass if we get into it
I got lil’ niggas ready to chew it
I got pieces I’m ready I’m swipey
You hollerin’ ’bout action so stop all that typin’ ayy
I ain’t got time for no tussle
I’ma just pull up and pop me a muscle
After I copped it I bought me a duffel (Nyoom)
392 it take off like a shuttle
Needed some paper told my niggas huddle up
Bitch I’d be broke if I wanted to cuddle (Hell nah)
Wrist is G water new pack place your order
If you send a bitch to come shop I’ma short her
Ayy I’ma spin your block like a CD
Got about twenty missed calls from a BD (Hold on)
Gotta pay a lawyer can’t rock with no PD
Told that nigga take it to the door and make it speedy (Real fast)
Pussy niggas tryna call the truce like a treaty
Made about fifty-five bands off TD
Say he gon’ rob me ha try pussy
Fam (Blaow) he dyin’ huh
Bake ’em (Fft) deep fry ’em (Psst Yung Dza)
Go on I’m slidin’
I gotta be up for the pick up
If I miss the drop time I’ma go and stick up
‘Cause I gotta go and get it
Crack’s comin’ gotta go and hit it
I gotta go and hit it
I gotta go and hit it

Soon as that Glock lock hit him
I hit his block and I bend it shots extended
Talkin’ too hot I’ma spin it
Flew to the jeweler bought a quarter mill’ watch and a pendant
Shots keep flyin who spinnin’
Ain’t nobody seen who did it
Trap house need new tenants
Hop in that Scat and they shootin’
for Kenny like he a lieutenant
All of my opps I’m shootin’
That choppa be talkin’ in fluent
Don’t talk I do it
Choppa erase his face
They had to cool it and close the casket at his viewin’
Niggas be tellin’ I knew it
Brand new bitch fell in I flew it
Blew twenty racks in the club but a nigga so rich that you niggas can’t tell that I blew it ayy
I’m slidin’ in a Infinity
I just go skrrt and I skid in it
I don’t give a fuck what bitch in it
I don’t trust you if you fidgety
Hit the gas cruise to infinity
Know I got opps that’ll try
Know a nigga ’bout to drop with the car
so I gotta keep switchin’ it ayy
If I go to jail I fuck the CO
Piss real dirty fuck the PO
Down to the kilo uh
Had a nigga play with my backend
Big yoppa that’ll chop a nigga back in
Pink 30 and the MAC-10
That’s lights no camera but the action
Homie I go to mail with this
Been a thug since me and Kellz was jits
He was steppin’ out the cell with drip
And all my niggas out of jail are rich
It’s poppinnn’


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392 – Tory Lanez lyrics
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