Tory Lanez - Rack City (Freestyle) lyrics

[Intro] f**in' with the G code, money on the street, hoe I just need a freak hoe, shout out to Sunny Diamonds [Verse] Young Lanez ridin' in the one lane See you broke n***as ridin' on the one train And all you rap n***as lookin' like a gun range f** n***as wanna be the entree Call up the kid side Holla at a b**h, don't block like Chris Bosh She can turn me down, don't talk that pish posh Fly n***a here and they're like inside I need the money A$AP Rocky Before the money, Lanez act co*ky She wanna f** a rap star n***a Act hard like you ball, where your black card, n***a? Come from the dot, kid flexin' Phone check, this ill na na b**h textin' No sweats if the Minaj gets naked I was wet when I'm inside of the section n***as got 2 ex hoes, it's too stressful Now a n***a flyer than a UFO You be on the dick, let the truth get told You can see my picture in the new echo Ballin' n***as stunnin', hundred thousand in abundance Honies love me 'cause this money but they act like it's because me I'm a motherf**in' essence, address me as the lesson She interrupt my speech, she said she got a question Like, "Why them b**hes all up in your knapsack?" Same reasons why you gotta fix your tracks back Try to comb it out, girl, better scratch that Forget about your weave, go and wear your snapback Fly like woah If I'm on the plane, gotta see me on top where the highlights go Money here lookin' like a tide die, bro I got a goldfish but it might die though They don't have sh** to do to have a n***a doodoo All motherf**ers with a charm like voodoo Ridin' in the coupe And n***a j**els just fruity like some Fruit Loops, high, a n***a poof SLS, countin' 100s, 100s I let my b**h keep the 20s, 20s I ain't frontin' 'cause a n***a got plenty And gotta save me a dollar for Mellacar and Denny's I'm wildin' out with the Bentley, smile out in the friendly These n***as is hatin' on me, I'm hidin' out with the semi Them b**hes wanna holla, them b**hes them n***as envy Even in the Apolla, these n***as goin' think I'm heavy Motherf**ers, I got your b**h, I don't trust her Hell no, I never loved her, but she a dog And the only thing that be missin' is the mustard But we got Mustard on the beat, hoe [Outro] Yeah, I got your b**hes in my knapsack Sincerely Tory, March 26th, motherf**ers, go get that Canada