Gangland x Fargentina 4EVR lyrics

[Part 1: Gangland]

[Intro: Tory Lanez]
(It's gangland)
(It's gangland)
(It's gangland)
Tired of playin' with you b*tch-ass n*ggas
(It's gangland)
b*tch-ass b*tches too
(It's gangland)
We back
(It's gangland)
God-fearing n*ggas who can't tell
(It's gangland)
Get at me, b*tch, when the lights go off

[Verse: Tory Lanez]
Soon as a n*gga walk foot out the prison, I promise to give 'em the pain and pressure
f*ck what you talkin' 'bout
f*ck who you is and f*ck all that sh*t you sayin' etcetera
I be with crodie and all of, all of them n*ggas that's hot like they play in the desert
Fur is a fox, the Gucci is gator
So watch what the f*ck you gon' say to my leather
f*ckin' the CO, I wouldn't f*ck on the streets in here, that's bae, it's whatever
And my big brodie talkin' crazy off the liquor, but f*ck it, that's Jae, it's whatever
Or it's Ray, it's whatever, it's Nyce, it's whatever
All others don't play with me never
All you n*ggas thats tryna make Ues'
You n*ggas wasn't with me in the rain in the weather
Back in the days when me and lil' Jae was livin' at Lisa
I never could've pictured Houdini dyin' right there in front of the Bisha
The day I get out, I'ma blow up so much you can't even buy you a feature
And when I was pimpin', I took her cheese so much, she couldn't even buy her a pizza
Politics in the prison, man, this sh*t is only gettin' worse
I got my little n*gga spinnin' and spinnin' while I'm here recordin' a verse
I'm on the yard, I built me a army, you play with me, you in the dirt
Started off pipin' and now he recitin' the stuff that he learned in the church
I rather f*ck 'fore I buy her a purse
pus*y was good, got her lyin' in squirt
But if it was fire, I'll fly her to Turks
I'm way too lit to be buyin' a verse
She want a watch and want me to buy it
Well, she gotta buy me one first
Fresh out of prison with pictures, my n*ggas are global
Dominican mami so spicy, the b*tch could've came with adobo
Nine hundred thousand dollars yacht, I bought it to showboat, get it?
My ex could of had it all, but that b*tch is a bozo
I done nearly lost my life flyin' in the storm and sh*t
I need a milli to perform and sh*t
The hits feelin' like I'm growin' this sh*t
Go toe to toe with the CO before I start doin' that corny sh*t
I need the MVP trophy before I go out and settlin' scores and sh*t
[Outro: Ric Flair]
That's what I do in the morning
When I kick five girls out of bed
I go woo, and they go woo-woo-woo
Because they know they bedding with the world champion
You're talking franchise, you're talking money
You're talking notoriety, you're talking women, woo

[Part 2: Fargentina 4EVR]

[Verse 1: Tory Lanez]
I'm on the side I guess
You done made it a vibe I guess
When we both know the truth and the proof, but you went and went out with the lies I guess
When I f*cked her, I slide the best
All that twerkin' and can't take no di*k
She gon' hit me with tried my best
Hit your city, arrived in jets
In this b*tch and I'm as high as it gets
Tell your dog, if he tryna press
Do-do-do and I'm downin' his vest
Don't you know n*ggas dyin' for less?
Don't you know n*ggas slidin' for less?
Hit the buildin', I fire executes
Through the wire like Kanye West
No mistaken, the b*tch is obsessed
The b*tch is obsessed, the b*tch is obsessed, the b*tch is obsessed
I guess that's what I get for the times that I'm f*ckin' and goin' too good with the sex (Perfect)
How I end up with ten years all because I put di*k in some necks?
Restrainin' orders as if I'd ever see her and not hit the b*tch with a next
[Interlude: Kai'Lon Peterson]
Ayy, hold up, hold up, hold up
Free my daddy, f*ck n*gga

[Verse 2: Tory Lanez]
I promise I'm mindin' my business, it's these n*ggas wakin' me up
Then when I get to defendin' myself, I'm a villain, and y'all get to breakin' it up
They get to talk all they want and when I talk, it's a problem
Well, y'all n*ggas fake as f*ck
Gwan and tell them boys suck themselves like I'm Jamaican as f*ck
I'm runnin' my fades, I'm runnin' my back fades too
I was a P in my city, just check about me on the back page too
You n*ggas ballin', I ball, the difference is I got the accolades too
Sit in this prison, I ever catch feelings, just know I'm catchin' fades too, ayy
n*ggas better get to start writin' apologizes
n*ggas fallin' back like the autumn breeze
I got different hoes, f*ck 'em all in threes
I be eatin' beats like I hit the Chick-fil-A and got the nuggets with the Polynese'
I'm a hot n*gga that went cold on the b*tch
Weather Channel, I got all degrees
I got Jewish lawyers that got law degrees
I got shooters that move like masseuses on wheels
That pull up as soon as you call to squeeze
I got Jona to go out, go big dog on a contract
You see fallin' fleas
I got Speedy to go, I go big dog, make it drop back like the fallen keys
I got drugs on me like the CVS, but we go together like the wall and greens
Or Duane Reade, n*ggas can't read
I'm overlappin' these n*ggas so much, I could pull back on them the same speed
Bodies on bodies on bodies on bodies on bodies, this sh*t look like it's A&E
Pull up like I'm boutta read her the alphabet, b*tch, but I'm only here layin' D (Perfect)
[Interlude]
We have illusion about people
Someone's arguing about who's our friend
And I was at one of them very fancy parties
All tuxedoed down [?]
They sound like expensive records
They sound like expensive records
They sound like expensive motherf*ckin' records

[Verse 3: Wolfgang Peterson]
Ooh, woah, ooh, woah, ooh, woah
Ooh, woah, woah
Wolf out the tomb, new pyramid
I call the shots
Coming through the ends
(Whoomp, there it is)
Wolf, do it, boo, here it is
n*gga, don't touch that dial
Jigga, don't touch them kids
You switched your style
Em caught the bid
Who's whistle-blowin'?
It must be Des Perez
And I say it from my soul
Zoom, wear a lens
Do place the horseshoe
Where it fits
Straight from the horse's mouth
Don't chomp at the bit
Belladona wearing Valentino Garavani
Why are you wearing Skims?
Woo, mm, woo, mm, woo, win
Wolf, Wolf, Wolf, Wolf, win
Mm, mm, she said, "Boy, you look good"
How you gon' get me hard and say, "I wish a n*gga would"?
Switching off the hands free
Facts on, fact off
Basta, this can't be
Mask on, wax on, I wax off, I'm waxy
I'm wavy, I'm wound so
Let's take 'em down
With the woop
Hit you with like two to the ribs
Argi with the alley-oop
(Woop, there it is)
Mila, mila, mama mia, ya calling me, you really want the scoop?
(Woop, there it is)
It's difficult to say that you got shot when ain't nobody got a clue where it is
Wouldn't you wanna know what this is?
If you had a brother sittin' idle in a federal peni'
Wouldn't you wanna know what they did?
I could give a f*ck about a lying-ass b*tch
And to my privy history of divinity, I'm summoning the goddess of virginity to tell me when I did!
Sorry, oh
Black chica, white chica, Oreo
Bling (Bling), ring (Ring)
Crown (Crown), throne
The North (North)
King
Tory's home