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Tory Lanez - 580 Benz (Prison Tapes) Lyrics
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[ Featuring HollywoodSos ]

You have a pre-paid call from-
Tory
Yeah, yeah

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-uh, 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 one
Call my phone when I was f*ckin' Tati in the restaurant
Niggas 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 while you see me at the festival
Two .9s, seventeen shots, call him two times
Hurt to see a nigga tell a true lie
I was stuck in shootouts a few times, bullets shoot like fruitflies
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 your dollar more than you worried about your health?
You ever worried about your partner more than you worried about yourself?
I swear, uh, these niggas dangerous, huh
But they ain't gon' play wit' us, million dollar faces, yeah
Shit, my attorney looks amazin', yeah
We don't take no pills, but shit been feelin' like The Matrix

It's all or nothin'
Takin' what's mine is just not for discussion
My woadie got a drum, and that shit ain't for percussion
Riskin' it outside and a nigga been hustlin'
Stacked it outside, I won't lose this shit for nothin'
Throw it all away
Imagine I threw it all away
All away
Can't throw this all away
Throw it all away
Imagine I threw it all away
All away
Can't throw this all away

Rollin' with the family, I said, "Motherf*ck the homies"
Meanin' I can't hang around if you don't really know
And I ain't givin' info out for questions on the brodie
Hit me on the jack, "Sos, get your money", what he told
On the road, I had to learn to handle my emotions
Never greedy, pass it to a nigga 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 nigga 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 shootout

It's all or nothin'
Takin' what's mine is just not for discussion
My woadie got a drum, and that shit ain't for percussion
Riskin' it outside and a nigga been hustlin'
Stacked it outside, I won't lose this shit for nothin'
Throw it all away
Imagine I threw it all away
All away
Can't throw this all away
Throw it all away
Imagine I threw it all away
All away
Can't throw this all away
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You have a pre-paid call from-
Tory
Yeah, yeah

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-uh, 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 one
Call my phone when I was f*ckin' Tati in the restaurant
Niggas 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 while you see me at the festival
Two .9s, seventeen shots, call him two times
Hurt to see a nigga tell a true lie
I was stuck in shootouts a few times, bullets shoot like fruitflies
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 your dollar more than you worried about your health?
You ever worried about your partner more than you worried about yourself?
I swear, uh, these niggas dangerous, huh
But they ain't gon' play wit' us, million dollar faces, yeah
Shit, my attorney looks amazin', yeah
We don't take no pills, but shit been feelin' like The Matrix

It's all or nothin'
Takin' what's mine is just not for discussion
My woadie got a drum, and that shit ain't for percussion
Riskin' it outside and a nigga been hustlin'
Stacked it outside, I won't lose this shit for nothin'
Throw it all away
Imagine I threw it all away
All away
Can't throw this all away
Throw it all away
Imagine I threw it all away
All away
Can't throw this all away

Rollin' with the family, I said, "Motherf*ck the homies"
Meanin' I can't hang around if you don't really know
And I ain't givin' info out for questions on the brodie
Hit me on the jack, "Sos, get your money", what he told
On the road, I had to learn to handle my emotions
Never greedy, pass it to a nigga 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 nigga 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 shootout

It's all or nothin'
Takin' what's mine is just not for discussion
My woadie got a drum, and that shit ain't for percussion
Riskin' it outside and a nigga been hustlin'
Stacked it outside, I won't lose this shit for nothin'
Throw it all away
Imagine I threw it all away
All away
Can't throw this all away
Throw it all away
Imagine I threw it all away
All away
Can't throw this all away
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Writer: Neil Muglurmath, Play Picasso, Sergio R., Daystar Peterson, YoungDaveBangin
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC

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