Tory Lanez - Shot Caller (Freestyle) lyrics

[Intro] Warner Brother All directions now pointed to haters That's why these haters so directed at us Canada As the lies fall, Canada Canada Sincerely Tory, March 26 [Verse] Shorty residential, I can be your sponsor I don't want your love baby, just give me them tonsils Honey know I'm fly like a f**in' air marshall Dot n***as ball, it don't matter what it cost you My n***as on they chains like a motherf**in' fence Someone tell them lames hit the motherf**in' bench 80 for the frames on the eyes of a king Eyes out for the shirt, iPod for the ring, that's the iPhone Bad b**hes wanna bite me like a python I'm in your skin like hair with the lice on It like sh**, you can get your face split Like a zit that you pop when you think it's hot sh** I don't know how I did it, I don't know how I did it I get so much p**y man, that I don't know how I get it I be on that I hit it, you be on that I get it You be on that grown sh**, I be on that I live it Ridin', I'm dippin' dirty, them b**hes, they gettin' flirty I'm high and I'm sippin' purple, I lie no, I'm in the dirty Them b**hes they wanna f**, I pa** to my n***a Kirky We f** then we get up early, you want it then get it early The haters they black ball, paper the back ball I hit em in the front and leave they brain in the back yard It's paper to stack dawg, so why you n***as stallin'? If you ain't stackin;, don't be actin like you ballin' Actin like Spalding, all up on the court side Ridin' for the north side, n***a come through I'm lookin' smoother than a door slide Move a couple units in, we can get the Porsche ride, livin' by the shore side When I was just a youngin', imagine little 5-10 n***a with a onion with some wishes for the bunion Money ain't a power, ain't a f**in' n***a stuntin' I keep it too real that's why these f**in' n***as frontin' I put it on his head and let another n***a done him Never touch the work, I let another n***a run 'em Pack the Louis luggage, got the one way out to London We just pa**ed through customs, me and Jae be out the country And I'm somethin' like a teepee, n***as can't see me If you pullin' hoes, you gotta rope one for Stevie b**hes couldn't play me if they burnt me on a CD Model after model, sh** is lookin' like a repeat I f** a b**h and pull the swave out of her Shout my n***a Honey, it's gon' be a loud summer That's my little sister and I'm very proud of her Now back to the business, 'bout to blow this cloud bubble And I, I do this sh**, I'm too legit Refuse your b**h, like a Skype call I'm k**in' germ a** n***as like some lysol I'm eatin' through the game, it's like a rice wall But yeah, can I say it any clearer? That a n***a got your boo but ain't tryna get your scare, get it? I slide through a chick like debit Then she eat the dick like credit Got a new trend and I just might set it Should of let your mom know, I can get your mind blown I can k** that bird on your shirt, you can die slow This that SLS now get the f** up outta my throne, motherf**er, oh yeah