Faded (Freestyle) lyrics - Tory Lanez

You know I know y'all American niggas got all your high cities and states that you rep, my nigga

But I got a whole country on my motherfuckin' back, my G

Canada all the way to the death

TO let's go my nigga what

I'm stunnin', got a bitch cummin'

I'm stunnin', got a bitch cummin'

I'm stunnin', got a bitch cummin'

Whip doors peel like a motherfuckin' onion

Know a nigga higher than the whole Grand Canyon

Break a tree down like my name Paul Bunyon

Rude broad with me gotta try new things

Lil nigga fly like I tried two wings

Playground pussy, try to ride new springs

And I made her sit on it like my new swing

Do that, bitch nigga, you that

I be gettin' brain, you be tryna pursue that

That my old book and you be tryna renew that

Fuck nigga who that? Know it ain't me though

Lookin' for a husband, you know it ain't me hoe

Tryna get the green but no it ain't Cee-Lo

Stuntin' is a habit

Diamond carrot like a rabbit

Niggas and these bitches ratchet

Got your bitch inside my basket

Man I'm a fuckin' G, a motherfuckin' G

You can be the one I'm fuckin' but you still can fuck with me

My life A plus and my chicks a double D

And I'm reppin' SLS 'til the death, nigga we be

Stuntin' in the mall

Tints on the back from the front, a nigga bald

Bitch on my back, I'm a beast I'm a dawg, fuckin' warthog

This a feast, this a ball, let a nigga ride

This that east side, west end shit niggas crave on

Let a nigga guap raise on 'til the day gone

Niggas at the top better have they game face on

I be at the hot spot, swave with the lace on

Let a nigga be though

Everythin' big from the dick to the ego

Hatin' niggas tryna send shots, reload

Homie, you can have her, I don't touch stee hoes

Skeet skeet skeet

Niggas cheat cheat cheat

And I'm movin' these hoes like beep

Money so long, man, this a nice streak

Waiter in a thong, tell her bring the iced tea

Talk on the road is that's your wifey

Talk on the road is that she like me

Knickers got that Cocoa like they Ice-T

How you fuckin' niggas tryna be they wifey? Huh

Bust that pussy open like a bad one

Send them hoes home when the cab come

Tell them sleepin' niggas take a nap, son

Y'all ain't shootin' to kill, half done

Baby, say I'm better than the average

Claimin' she'll be better than my last bitch

I told her you can't be my fuckin' lady

'Cause right now I'm fuckin' swavey

I'm fuckin' swavey, nigga, you dig it?

I'm so swavey that your bitch wanna date me

And I'm lookin' like a lazy motherfucker on my couch

Bitches like ouch, come and let a nigga eat nigga cheese like a mouse

Bitches on my dick and I'm all in they house

All in your fridge 'cause I need a sandwich

Back to the Neverland ranch

Back again with a tuna sandwich

And I ain't talkin' money like who the man is

That's it, nigga

That was my little freestyle like the end of the motherfuckin' song, nigga

Just so you niggas know I'm on that Ignant Shit

Shout out Sunny Diamonds man

Sincerely Tory, March 26th, nigga

You better hide in a motherfuckin' hole nigga when that shit come out, nigga

'Cause it's gon' be catastrophic

SLS 'til the death with your bitch ass