580 Benz (Prison Tapes) lyrics

[Intro: Tory Lanez]
You have a prepaid call from: Tory
Yeah, yeah

[Verse 1: Tory Lanez]
I get in the booth, and I spit poetry
Ain't no hotter flow as me, all gas on free
580 Benz just so I can spin, yeah
Plain Glocks and AKs, switches just a trend to us
Ridin' 'round Cullinan, she say she don't f*ck wit' rappers
Pass her to my bruddanem, let 'em introduce theyself
Like, "Uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-um" f*ck it, get a drum or sumn
Teach you how to turn a fishscale into a metric ton
I been eatin' all this bread, I gotta feed the steppers some
Smokin' like I got a extra lung inside my chest or sumn
Black caught a bullet to his cap, well, she had a extra onе
Call my phone when I was f*ckin' Tati in the rеstaurant
n*ggas shot, but I can't sleep until I shoot the rest of 'em
Hitters, they can't eat until they turn 'em to a vegetable
Layin' in Jamaica, Montego, eatin' festival
I'm white boy wasted when you see me at the festival
Two .9s, seventeen shots, call him two times
Hurt to see a n*gga tell a true lie
I was stuck in shootouts a few times, bullets just like fruit flies
Ain't no wakin' back up in no gulag, real
My haters doin' voodoo; look what I brought the crew through
Dirty AF1s, I used to have to lace the loop through
My baby mama thuggin', she even slided in her two-two
When we was ridin' out like that, I must've had a screw loose
Syrup sandwiches, eatin' rice with the ketchup
Put the corned beef in a bowl like a dog fetchin'
You ever worried about yo' dollar more than you worried about yo' health?
You ever worried about yo' partner more than you worried about yourself?
I swear, uh, these n*ggas dangerous, huh
But they ain't gon' play wit' us; show 'em million dollar faces, yeah
sh*t, my attorney looks amazin’, yeah
We don't take no pills, but sh*t been feelin' like The Matrix, for real
[Chorus: Tory Lanez]
It's all or nothin'
Takin' what's mine is just not for discussion
My woadie got a drum, and that sh*t ain't for percussion
Riskin' it outside, and a n*gga been hustlin'
Stacked it outside, I won't lose this sh*t for nothin'
Throw it all away
Imagine that I threw it all away
All away
Can't throw this all away
Throw it all away
Imagine that I threw it all away
All away
Can't throw this all away

[Verse 2: HollywoodSos]
Rollin' with the family, I said, "Motherf*ck the homies"
Meanin' I can't hang around if you don't really know me
And I ain't givin' info out for questions on the brodie
"Hit me on the Jacksons, get yo' money" what he told me
On the road, I had to learn to handle my emotions
Never greedy, pass it to a n*gga if he open
Had to put that work in, nothin' ever came from hopin'
Don't tell me that you down for me, I prefer if you show it
We done switchin' lanes and then, we hopped out on the new ride
My n*gga told me bird's the only bird he ever flew out
And he down to up it ain't a problem to pull a tool out
It hurt him when it rains, but that's just wounds from the shootouts
[Chorus: Tory Lanez]
It's all or nothin'
Takin' what's mine is just not for discussion
My woadie got a drum, and that sh*t ain't for percussion
Riskin' it outside, and a n*gga been hustlin'
Stacked it outside, I won't lose this sh*t for nothin'
Throw it all away
Imagine that I threw it all away
All away
Can't throw this all away
Throw it all away
Imagine that I threw it all away
All away
Can't throw this all away