Fifty
[Intro: Tory Lanez & Quavo]
Durel made the beat I’ma rock with it
Grr, skrr, brr, skrr (Yeah, yeah), uh
Uh, uh-uh (Ooh-ooh)
Uh, yeah, uh, ayy
[Verse 1: Tory Lanez]
Hop in that Skat and that’s that
b**ch, don’t call my jack
It’s some Moncler on my back
Jackboy, stare and get clapped
That boy said he finna rob me, clearly it’s cap
Ran in that 1600, I jump in my trap and I bet my sh*t keep coming
[Verse 2: Quavo]
Whole lotta B, yeah, the trap keep running (Woo)
100 round shotta, he’ll spin ya, he’ll dump ’em (Oh)
Lambo doors, crawling in through the tunnels (Lambo)
Benjamin Franklin, we wrap ’em in bundles (Things)
2 for the 5, that’s the next of the runners
Monkey run us, I’ma jump for the drama (Blaow)
Cop a new Drop for my mama
Gotta spend it, I can’t die with it on me (Spend it)
My cash is Solitaire only
Try to take it, you gon’ die with your homie
[Verse 3: Tory Lanez]
I’m ’bout my cheese, my cheddar, my chicken
That boy keep talking I promise he get hit with that Smith N’
Blue bill coming out spiffy
Louis V coat case the sh*t get nippy, ayy
Out in BK I’m moving my hots
I prolly put 30 damn dudes in your block
b**ch, I U with that Wop
Sipping that Screw with that wok, ayy, uh
[Chorus: Quavo]
Yeah, shooters on shooters I hit the spot (Yeah)
None of em telling, no testify (No)
Started out broke but I hit the top (Broke)
You can get whacked for the 50 wap (Whacked)
Loading the batch in the rental car (Plug)
If I look back, b**ch, I been a star (Superstar)
Me and the gang always into something (Into something)
You ain’t talking real, we don’t get along
Yeah, shooters on shooters I hit the spot (Yeah)
None of em telling, no testify (No)
Started out broke but I hit the top (Broke)
You can get whacked for the 50 wap (Whacked, plug)
You can get whacked for the 50 wap (Superstar)
You can get whacked for the 50 wap (Into something)
You can get whacked for the 50 wap
[Verse 4: VV$ Ken]
Ayy, bust down Cuban my pick got a bust down lease
Swipe it, I do 20k on a piece
Try me, I rip you to pieces, my Loubitins ain’t got no creases
Bought her a Tiffany, nigga ain’t never steal sh*t from me
Choppa shootin’ loud like a symphony, you can die simply
Pull around spinning your block in an all black bulletproof Bentley
Wrist red banging, Glock on my hip, dick hanging
Thick b**ch coming out swangin’
Now not later, I been on the grind like a skater, he be on my time like a hater
Too much flavor, I got that drip like a model but attitude just like a gator
Tough like a raider, rocks in my ear real big like the Dipper, look just like a crater
[Verse 5: Tory Lanez]
Hopped out 488 ‘Rrari, no key, push start, no button, I’m stunting you niggas, you know it
I cock it, I clutch it, I’m blowin’, I’m throwin’, my b**ch wanna f**k me, she goin’, I know it
I got it, finna rip the tab off the Legend
Fooly ass b**ch with the tags on her leggings
I perched, you know her jaw be working
My car be skrrting, your heart’ll be hurting
I flex, boy, I be damned he play me on a check
I send them shooters on jets
I’m like a sports scout, that nigga, he shooting too good, we recruiting him next
Got 2 bad b**ches on a 2 way text
Got blue ray neck, gotta threw away checks
Got a 2 way flex
f**k, how the f**k you spin a nigga block when you flew away jet, nigga
[Chorus: Quavo]
Yeah, shooters on shooters I hit the spot (Yeah)
None of em telling, no testify (No)
Started out broke but I hit the top (Broke)
You can get whacked for the 50 wap (Whacked, plug)
You can get whacked for the 50 wap (Superstar)
You can get whacked for the 50 wap (Into something)
You can get whacked for the 50 wap
Yeah, shooters on shooters I hit the spot (Yeah)
None of em telling, no testify (No)
Started out broke but I hit the top (Broke)
You can get whacked for the 50 wap (Whacked, plug)
You can get whacked for the 50 wap (Superstar)
You can get whacked for the 50 wap (Into something)
You can get whacked for the 50 wap
