Convertible Burt (from "Road To Fast 9" mixtape)

(Come in)

[Tory Lanez:]
Hop in that bitch and I go
I cannot stress this bitch no more
Fifty racks came outside from the mall
Still come kick down your door
I don't got no time for no fuck shit
All in the packet, lil' baby gon' bust it
All of my hunnids, they printed out blue
And they new and I knew it as soon as I touched it
Bad joint, hop out the whip
Let a nigga up it, I'ma up out the stick
Say you finna catch me in traffic
My little nigga in the backseat, shoot an opp out the whip
I ain't finna fuck shit, nah, nah, hop in that Scat and that's that
I made her put a whole ten in her bag
Used to talk real crazy to a nigga, but I made her put it back in her track
703, put the dice back down to the ground
But you know a nigga betting on me
Broke boy, he ain't got nothing on me
I hop out the whip, I'm stunting on three
Niggas on dick and they hovering
I'm popping so hard, that bitch let my brother hit
Tropical water on me like I'm Fiji
I used to set that shit up on a PG
I know the scammers, the trappers, the killers
Tryna cop baby Pampers and some pillows
I'm with the Ace, smoking gorilla
You see my jacket? This shit chinchilla
I just got back on road, now I'm iced up
Like I just got fifty outta DR
Sending you fuck boys to the ER
They say nobody popping, bitch, well we are
Bitch, I might land in the strip in Miami
My bitch is gon' fuck me and never gon' dump me
Right out the dealer, I'm sending these pictures
Girl, and I know that they never gon' touch me
Bitch is go-happy, go-lucky
All of my niggas, they don't care, stand with no ducky
All of my rap friends, don't y'all come around shining that ice, my man might buck ya
Now that I'm all independent, I'm out of my label
I promise I play about nothing
Ain't got no label restrictions or politics
Niggas, they talk and they play, I'ma bust it, ayy
Like how I jugg and I stick it, though
I got that green on my body like Piccolo
She wanna fuck with a gigolo
I'm hitting these hoes, 'bout to deuce like Bigalow, ayy
Granite, I came out the dirt
Door on the Aventador slanted, I came out, I skrrt
Nigga, don't play on my turf
Play with this choppa, I bet this shit rain on your Earth
You want a wifey? You said that you'll give her your worth
I hit that shit, it was dirt
Then I slid off in a 'vert
Felt like Convertible Burt, ayy, uh, Tory

[Kevin Gates:]
Air Force 1s, NFL training
In the game with an NFL trainer
Moving pail, tracker on a trailblazer
Caught a sale, what a major bill changer
I'm in the lead in a league of my own
Supplying the peace, get a piece of me gone
I'm in the streets and they ringing my phone (Hello?)
Surprising to me, I can't leave it alone
I'm in a sports car
Roll down the window and then I unfasten her sports bra
Don't tell me you love her
Permanent stain in the streets, I got love scars
A big handful of mushrooms, I take some and recharge
Iced out, slid the clip in the stainless
Lifestyle of the rich and the famous
Close quarters in the whip with a gangster
Pipe down up in here 'fore I spank you
Pull up, park around the bend
I walk down, never slid (Uh-uh), yeah
I got power, no pretend, yeah
Only cowards like to spin, yeah (Yeah)
Barbershop, we for real, yeah
Grip the clippers, split a wig, yeah
Caught a clip, you're in a wheelchair
We go to war this time
Put it on party time
Turning your party down
And I'ma walk 'em round
Know I'm a god now