Shot Caller (Freestyle) lyrics - Tory Lanez

Warner Brother

All directions now pointed to haters

That's why these haters so directed at us

Canada

As the lies fall, Canada

Canada

Sincerely Tory, March 26

Shorty residential, I can be your sponsor

I don't want your love baby, just give me them tonsils

Honey know I'm fly like a fuckin' air marshal

Dot niggas ball, it don't matter what it cost you

My niggas on they chains like a motherfuckin' fence

Someone tell them lames hit the motherfuckin' bench

80 for the frames on the eyes of a king

Eyes out for the shirt, iPod for the ring, that's the iPhone

Bad bitches wanna bite me like a python

I'm in your skin like hair with the lice on

It like shit, you can get your face split

Like a zit that you pop when you think it's hot shit

I don't know how I did it, I don't know how I did it

I get so much pussy man, that I don't know how I get it

I be on that I hit it, you be on that I get it

You be on that grown shit, I be on that I live it

Ridin', I'm dippin' dirty, them bitches, they gettin' flirty

I'm high and I'm sippin' purple, I lie no, I'm in the dirty

Them bitches they wanna fuck, I pass to my nigga Kirky

We fuck then we get up early, you want it then get it early

The haters they black ball, paper the back ball

I hit em in the front and leave they brain in the back yard

It's paper to stack dawg, so why you niggas stallin'?

If you ain't stackin;, don't be acting like you ballin'

Acting like Spalding, all up on the court side

Ridin' for the north side, nigga come through

I'm lookin' smoother than a door slide

Move a couple units in, we can get the Porsche ride, livin' by the shore side

When I was just a youngin', imagine little 5-10

Nigga with a onion with some wishes for the bunion

Money ain't a power, ain't a fuckin' nigga stuntin'

I keep it too real that's why these fuckin' niggas frontin'

I put it on his head and let another nigga done him

Never touch the work, I let another nigga run 'em

Pack the Louis luggage, got the one way out to London

We just passed through customs, me and Jae be out the country

And I'm somethin' like a teepee, niggas can't see me

If you pullin' hoes, you gotta rope one for Stevie

Bitches couldn't play me if they burnt me on a CD

Model after model, shit is lookin' like a repeat

I fuck a bitch and pull the swave out of her

Shout my nigga Honey, it's gon' be a loud summer

That's my little sister and I'm very proud of her

Now back to the business, 'bout to blow this cloud bubble

And I, I do this shit, I'm too legit

Refuse your bitch, like a Skype call

I'm killin' germ ass niggas like some Lysol

I'm eatin' through the game, it's like a rice wall

But yeah, can I say it any clearer?

That a nigga got your boo but ain't tryna get your scare, get it?

I slide through a chick like debit

Then she eat the dick like credit

Got a new trend and I just might set it

Should of let your mom know, I can get your mind blown

I can kill that bird on your shirt, you can die slow

This that SLS now get the fuck up outta my throne, motherfucker, oh yeah