Accidents Happen
(专辑: The New Toronto 3 - 2020)
[Tory Lanez:] Baby need shoes, mama need a
house, going through racks again Baby mama bitching 'bout another bitch and I
got 'em racks again Caught me down when I
was slipping, but I
promise I'll never lack again My shooter trigger finger itchy, nigga, might just hit you on accident Reload the
strap again, we coming back again You double-crossed on a
nigga, we hit him and it ain't by accident Throwing new racks again, blowing through stacks again Hella new plaques again, spitting these facts again Sipping the
dirtiest, baby The
shipment come, we get the
earliest, baby I'ma spend it, I'm courteous, baby The
first to the
fucking thirtieth, baby It ain't a
place a
nigga can't go One Umbrella, that's the
fucking gang though Had to imprint it on a
chain though Switching different whips like I'm lil' Django I
done came up from the
sidewalk Now I
rap, nigga used to slang dope From the
fistfights to the
shootouts In the
parking lot and now it's bankroll Was a
broke nigga, now I
came up I
don't do this shit to entertain ya Can't believe I
even got this famous Yesterday, I
was gripping on a
stainless I
was selling dope from out the
Popeyes I
was whipping corner counter-clockwise Tryna get the
Porsche with the
frog eyes Selling dope, a
nigga should be top five Got extended clip inside a
Glock 9
It was never times I
forgot mine If a
nigga tripping, turn to Columbine Shooting anybody that his shots find Niggas say that they deserve my position But them pussy niggas, they did not grind If we talking 'bout shit that separates me and you, nigga, it's a
long line I
done came through, Bentayga Bentley Never thought that I'd be seeing this when I
was young and I
was playing Sega Genesis Pancake seats made at Denny's, that's real nigga shit We don't pay a
bitch nigga debt Bet your life on the
line 'cause we don't make lil' nigga bets, nah [Tory Lanez (Lil Tjay):] Look at all this dope, it ain't by accident Bitch nigga, I'm froze, it ain't on accident She gon' give me that throat, it ain't on accident Fuck nigga, just know Throwing more racks again, blowing through stacks again Bitch, I
might back the
Benz, it ain't on accident Backing that back again (Oh), done fucked up my stacks again (Oh) Nigga get clapped again, it ain't on accident [Lil Tjay:] Shitted on 'em, so I
know they mad Copped my freezer from AZ in Rollie bag Grippied up, we don't care where the
police at And we scoring, fuckboy, where your homies at? Niggas know us, we 'bout it, we love to drill Some my youngins be on that, they love the
field We pull up, we blasting this shit for real Mama said, "It's for nothing, you need to chill" I'm going off, still on that gang shit But I
told you ain't lane switch I
catch a
lick, it ain't really 'bout shit We gon' spin off the
strip and just change whips Ain't no security with me, we toting like fifty, that's life if the
gang slip But fuck it, we live how we live and I
know what I
did, plus it's too late to change shit Ain't no fighting, that Glock rearrange shit If you tryna meet death, I'll arrange it In a
foreign, I
pick up your main bitch She was sucking my dick and I
came quick I
ain't even gon' talk on the
opp side Y'all could say what y'all want, but do not slide Caught him slipping, he ran into Popeyes Everybody all tough 'til them shots fly, gang [Tory Lanez:] Look at all this dope, it ain't by accident Bitch nigga, I'm froze, it ain't on accident She gon' give me that throat, it ain't on accident Fuck nigga, just know Throwing more racks again, blowing through stacks again Bitch, I
might back the
Benz, it ain't on accident Backing that back again, done fucked up my stacks again Nigga get clapped again, it ain't on accident