[Tory Lanez]
Baby need shoes, mama need a house, goin´ through racks again
Baby mama bitchin´ ´bout another bitch and I got ´em racks again

Caught me down when I was slippin´, 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 comin´ back again
You double-crossed on a nigga, we hit him and it ain´t by accident
Throwin´ new racks again, blowin´ through stacks again
Hella new plaques again, spittin´ these facts again
Sippin´ the dirtiest, baby
The shipment come, we get the earliest, baby
I´ma spend it, I´m courteous, baby
The first to the fuckin´ thirtieth, baby
It ain´t a place a nigga can´t go
One Umbrella, that´s the fuckin´ gang though
Had to imprint it on a chain though

Switchin´ 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 grippin´ on a stainless
I was sellin´ dope from out the Popeyes
I was whippin´ corner counter-clockwise
Tryna get the Porsche with the frog eyes
Sellin´ dope, a nigga should be top five
Got extended clip inside a Glock 9
It was never times I forgot mine
If a nigga trippin´, turn to Columbine
Shootin´ anybody that his shots find
Niggas say that they deserve my position

But them pussy niggas, they did not grind
If we talkin´ ´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 seein´ this when I was young and I was playin´ 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

Throwin´ more racks again, blowin´ through stacks again
Bitch, I might back the Benz, it ain´t on accident
Backin´ 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 scorin´, 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 blastin´ this shit for real
Mama said, "It´s for nothin´, you need to chill"
I´m goin´ 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 totin´ 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 fightin´, that Glock rearrange shit
If you tryna meet death, I´ll arrange it
In a foreign, I pick up your main bitch
She was suckin´ 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 slippin´, 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
Throwin´ more racks again, blowin´ through stacks again
Bitch, I might back the Benz, it ain´t on accident
Backin´ that back again, done fucked up my stacks again
Nigga get clapped again, it ain´t on accident