Luck You (freestyle) Lyrics - Tory Lanez

[Verse] 

I got a million flows, I can go sillly with those 

I got a pocket rocket 

Down to cock and chop and pop a nigga that really impose 

Niggas that's wit me is villans in hoodies 

That lost all they good and they feelings on road 

It's so appealing, the feeling of killing a nigga that pose 

Get Milli Vanillied with those 

Turn a beef plate to a cheesesteak 

Bitch, I be really in Philly with those 

Neck rocky as a blizzard, a nigga flex gotten bigger 

My wrist is so chilly, it froze 

Really I'm colder than ever, my niggas going for whatever 

Niggas gripped up, fifth tucked in the snow storm or the weather 

Sandstorm or the desert, hands drawn on a Dessy 

Leave his whole body bloody 

Like shorty done put in her tampon on already 

Shooting with a Vietnam cannon out the Peter arm on the levy 

See, the charm on already 

We go to jail, this shit'll be fine, we'll meet up with friends 

'Cause all of our mans gone-gone already 

Nigga the-, nigga the- 

I'ma do a three in week, I gave the Jeep the receipt 

Either the double-R stitching, it's that or the Bentley B in the seat 

I got my D in a freak, I gotta be in repeat 

She wanna eat every morning 

I treat it like porridge and gave her the cream of the wheat 

And I rock it like P and a B 

I don't cop it less it's Louie, Gucci on the pocket 

Or even a D and a G, 'cause the way that the money piling 

I be wilding 'til a nigga make about a B in a week 

Fuck niggas hating on me 

Nut I'm Gary Payton, always on the team with the green 

And the money counter, 'cause when I'm accounting 

It be money coming in and coming out it, paper cut the money 

Dummy niggas, I been thumbing out it 

Trying not to run up out it in a fist fight 

With a knife, nigga brought a gun up out it 

Don't you run up out it, lil' nigga 

Uh, hit him with a mini MAC 

Is he really that bad that I gotta hit him with a bigger gat? 

Matter fact, riddle me that 

I'm literally at the spot that he said he'd be at, but where is he at? 

Like, really nigga? Is you really tellin' me that? 

Like I ain't prepared to hit him with a felony act? 

Like, what you thought, I would never react? 

Have a nigga looking like he tryna fight in Smash Bros 

When a nigga put a whole shell in his back 

Fuck niggas yelling it back 

Niggas get high and start hating on a real nigga 

It's like a nigga smoking on jealousy pack 

Look, lil' nigga, uh 

I got the remedy, I got the shooters with hidden identities 

Fuck who send at me 

I got a stack on me long as a ruler and centipede 

I got that Geneve, I got the energy 

I got the money, the power, the enemies 

I go to business 

I'm asking these niggas for 60 percent of the entity 

No one defending me 

Niggas is talking, but no one offending me 

Niggas know what the result of the end'll be 

Niggas won't know how to find where they men'll be 

I'm a way different nigga on Hennessy 

I got the recipe, none of y'all niggas sit next to me 

Guard where your head and ya chess'll be 

I suggest you niggas never go testin' me 

I suggest you niggas never go testin' me, nigga 

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[Outro] 

I promise you niggas I do this shit in my sleep, it's easy 

I come to the studio and just say shit and it comes out that way 

You know what I mean? 

I promise y'all we down to go 36 hundred thousand rounds with anybody 

Let these niggas know that all that rapping fast shit 

We can do it too, nigga 

Niggas be thinking they got that special sauce 

Not today, nigga, ain't that right man? 

Y'all know what the fuck going on man 

Who next? Who next? Who next? For real, who next? 

Lemme know, lemme know, I'm off this, I'm off this 

Love me now