The Motto (Freestyle) lyrics

[Intro]
This just in, we found your b*tch
She's in my knapsack, yeah
I was lookin' around my knapsack, man
And like I seen all the regular hoes right
But then, I think, I think I seen your b*tch

[Verse 1]
I tell her, "b*tch, chill, ride like a big wheel"
Big deal, put a mill on a fish scale
n*ggas hatin' 'cause the way the paper makin'
But baby, I'm Canadian, so I'm bringin' home the bacon
They ain't see me in a long minute
I'm gon' get it, you fake and I'm authentic
b*tch, I got it from the low, no bar didn't
Blue hairs on the kush like Marge in it, start with it
Tell a b*tch back that ass like she tryna park with it
Hit the gas on the light like a n*gga tryna spark with it
I'm a G though, lookin' like Ne-Yo
No I ain't a singer but green, I never see low
How you ain't f*ckin' but expectin' me to eat though?
If you ain't f*ckin', I'm expectin' you to deep throat
Got a Asian chick, her name is Me Ho
I just say her name when they ask what the cream for
f*ckin' duck tape got me stickin' to the G code
G4, high like fee fo fi fum
Young wild dumb motherf*cker got a tongue
High young, die tryin' get the green, n*gga fungi
Ill like Will, n*gga shout out the alumni
Wah gwaan n*gga, ain't sh*t, y'all pengi
Alert, b*tch up in my knapsack
Tell a pus*y n*gga take a cat nap
Tryna get this cheese like a lab rat
Hatin' n*ggas tryna set a rat trap
Um, she be on rum
Gave me so much brain, a n*gga just dumb
Got the pus*y waitin' on the outcome
Mark spots like X, n*gga Malcolm
f*ck around, you gon' make a n*gga scout him
Doubt him, that n*gga ball like the out rim
b*tches waitin' on me 'cause they way the paper on me
I'm makin' paper, hatin' n*ggas only gon' make it for me
You only one of the fakest, just actin' like you the homie
She only here for my cake 'cause she actin' like she my only
Bag her when she get lonely, slap her up in the mornin'
And tell me, "Tory, I'm horny" I make her feel like a orgy
[Outro]
Wassup motherf*cker
I got your b*tch in my sock, n*gga
Your b*tch is now in my sock
She couldn't make it to my knapsack
So she, she jump in my sock
And then, you know I carry her along this path that I walk everyday
Called swave sh*t
Swavey on the lip ring, b*tch
Sincerely Tory, March 26th, n*ggas
Canada, Toronto, Toronto, Toronto