MAWA Interlude (feat. Max B) x Lunch Tray

歌詞

Yo, shoutout to my motherfuckin' brother, nigga Tory Lanez, nigga, this Max B, prevail Nigga, I love you, I appreciate you, hold your head When we touch down, nigga, we gon' make good music together I might be home before you, nigga If I do, you already know, nigga, I got a super duper bag for you, nigga, pull up on the baluster I love you, nigga Al, Al, fuckin' Al, nigga Wavy baby MAWA for life, nigga ΑΙ Wee, wee Stretching that shit, nigga, I'm stretchin' that shit CO play with me today, I might slap all the shit out that nigga Think I just misread the energy, he came and told me I'm really that nigga Accountant accountin' for everything, nigga I told you that Nicki that nigga Bitches be lyin', I flew 'em to islands, they can't even get in the villas I got to slide for black I just made seven hundred thousand sittin' in a room, feel like I'm Kai Cenat Shoutout the independent distributors that understood nigga fire would catch But I'm 'bout to start a distribution January, I ain't got no time for that Callin' up Jona and gettin' the stats Fuckin' these hoes and lettin' 'em know I ain't gettin' attached (Woo) Callin' up Dan and Jay and makin' sure the numbers match They locked me up in a cage, but let them pussy niggas know the dog is back, mm Airlift him off the yard and send him to medical All the charges we committin' so federal, I don't even wanna call you back, mm Pullin' her weave, and I got it all in track Visit, she stickin' it all in her crack Police are comin', I'm callin' you back (Ayo, they 'bout to walk, let me hit you back, ayy) I'm at the tippity top Niggas was thinkin' they send me to prison, somehow it would get me stop No, he think he the shit when he not I'm on the phone with SUGE in Donovan He tellin' me he think I could be bigger than Pac, mm Stretchin' that shit, nigga (Woo), I'm stretchin' that shit, mm (Ooh) Stretchin' that shit (Stretch) You got my name in your mouth, lil' bitch (Ooh) Stretchin' that shit (Ooh) It won't be the same when I'm out, lil' bitch Stretchin' that shit (Yeehaw) Recordin' in prison this shit revolutionary Niggas be niggas, but really be bitches with dicks, they want to be futanari I go to canteen, got more bags on me, weight is way more than you can carry My little nigga be tuckin' the knife under pillows, like he was the tooth fairy (He's on fire) Talk of the prison when I'm on the tablet Jail is only makin' me more famous than I was, I'm so well established Twenty-one hit records in your whole career, to me in a month is a average That googled eye bitch is in need of some dick, but she cannot get none of this Blackness You can't have none of this Blackness (Uh) You can't have none of this Blackness (Uh) You can't have none of this shit Know I'm a vet when it come to this shit We gettin' Benji's all over the North Don't let me call Pressa and Bun in this shit Bitch, get the fuck from the front of my cell 'Fore you make the police come and run in this shit If you want a fade, well, fuck all that talkin', my nigga, we runnin' that shit If I wasn't livin' the shit that I'm talkin' on top of the song, I'd be done in this bitch Smokin' on gas inside of the cell, I hit it and might lose a lung in this bitch You see me pass, and you niggas tell, I swear you gon' lose you a tongue in this bitch Free Tory 'Til it's backwards, ain't no chains for me (Oh) Breaking these boundaries, I'll rise and be free In the darkest place, light shines, we'll see Free Tory 'Til it's backwards, let the truth decree