Lyrics Nothin' Like Toronto - Chief Awuah

I heard them haters be talking
I come around ain't no talking
They getting pressed like a button
When I see em I get straight confronting
Can't fuck with lames steady fronting
I see you in this for clout
I bring that smoke where your mouth quick at
Nothing second hand about that

I got em leaning like spuds on a couch
She got to leaving you stuck in your house
Shit if I talk it believe I'm about
Ain't leaving Shit ever open to doubt
Benz GLK in the lot
I just copped it for shawty
And skirt out the dealership
Eighth of Gelato get burned
Til I hit up the plug
And I get me a half of it
I'm living y'all just see half of it
IG ain't showing the half of it
Gun range 40 I'm clapping it
Way it retracts really got me attached to it, yeah
Gotta go cop me a permit
I mean when in Rome
Better do as the Romans
Fuck it I'm crossing the border
Ain't changing my number
No charges for roaming, aye
Im repping Canada 365
While I run through the Jerse like a regular
Parmesan chicken my man be Italian
So trust that I eat like a wop on the regular, woo
Still rock a hoodie in 80 degrees
Simply cause I ain't sweating you niggas
I ain't one for talking
But l let this flow and this money
Say all I been telling your niggas, Bet

I heard them haters be talking
I come around ain't no talking
They getting pressed like a button
When I see em I get straight confronting
Can't fuck with lames steady fronting
I see you in this for clout
I bring that smoke where your mouth quick at
Nothing second hand about that

Figured y'all just with the chatting
(Talk up talk up talk up)
Ain't one for making shit happen
(Talk up Talk up Talk up)
Y'all out here looking distracted
I can't say I pity you though
I can't put trash and you housing shit in the same sentence
I gotta get rid of you though
I swear y'all be too little for me to belittle you though
(Little ting little)
If my fingers start moving that shit ain't gon' tickle you though
(Simple ting simple ting)
I'm on that Rono and God bud
Eyes like I likely felt God's hug
So high I'd pass out on God's rug
Im blessed nigga I came from God's mud
Tell em boys just get they bars up
Y'all do the most for that clout shit
All these critics look how they act
Bitch niggas clueless, Stacey Dash
S'why I'm yelling to the grave
You and I we're not the same
Ain't even equal,
Cause I want that buzz that gone likely go against the grain
Fuck is you saying nigga

I heard them haters be talking
I come around ain't no talking
They getting pressed like a button
When I see em I get straight confronting
Can't fuck with lames steady fronting
I see you in this for clout
I bring that smoke where your mouth quick at
Nothing second hand about that

Nothing second hand about