Текст песни MAWA Interlude (feat. Max B) x Lunch Tray - Tory Lanez , Max B

Yo, shoutout to my motherfuckin' brother, nigga
Tory Lanez, nigga, this Max Biggavel
Nigga, I love you, I appreciate you, hold your head
When we touch down, nigga, we gon' make good music, nigga
I might be home before you, nigga
If I do, you already know, nigga, I got a super duper bag for you
Nigga, pull up on the star, I love you, nigga
Al, Al, fuckin' Al, nigga, wavy baby, MAWA for life, nigga
Wee, wee
Stretching that shit, nigga, I'm stretchin' that shit

CO play with me today, I might slap all the shit out that nigga
Think I just misread the energy, he came and told me I'm really that nigga
Accountant accountin' for everything, nigga
I told you that Nicki that nigga
Bitches be lyin', I flew 'em to islands, they can't even get in the villas

I got to slide for black
I just made seven hundred thousand sittin' in a room, feel like I'm Kai Cenat
Shoutout the independent distributors that understood nigga fire would catch
But I'm 'bout to start a distribution January, I ain't got no time for that

Callin' up Jona and gettin' the stats (Jona)
Fuckin' these hoes and lettin' 'em know I ain't gettin' attached (woo)
Callin' up Dan and Jay and makin' sure the numbers match
They locked me up in a cage, but let them pussy niggas know the dog is back, mm

Airlift him off the yard and send him to medical
All the charges we committin' so federal, I don't even wanna call you back, mm
Pullin' her weave, and I got it all in track
Visit, she stickin' it all in her crack

Police are comin', I'm callin' you back
(Ayo, they 'bout to walk, let me hit you back, ay)
I'm at the tippity top
Niggas was thinkin' they send me to prison, somehow it would get me stop
No, he think he the shit when he not
I'm on the phone with Suge in Donovan
He tellin' me he think I could be bigger than Pac, mm

Stretchin' that shit (woo)
Nigga, I'm stretchin' that shit (ooh), mm
Stretchin' that shit (stretch)
You got my name in your mouth, lil' bitch (ooh)
Stretchin' that shit (ooh)
It won't be the same when I'm out, lil' bitch
Stretchin' that shit (yeehaw)

Recordin' in prison, this shit revolutionary
Niggas be niggas, but really be bitches with dicks, they want to be futanari
I go to canteen, got more bags on me, weight is way more than you can carry
My little nigga be tuckin' the knife under pillows like he was the tooth fairy (he's on fire)

Talk of the prison when I'm on the tablet
Jail is only makin' me more famous than I was, I'm so well established
21 hit records in your whole career, to me, in a month is a average
That googled-eye bitch is in need of some dick, but she cannot get none of this Blackness
You can't have none of this Blackness (uh)
You can't have none of this Blackness (uh)

You can't have none of this shit
Know I'm a vet when it come to this shit
We gettin' Benji's all over the North, don't let me call Pressa and Bun in this shit
Bitch, get the fuck from the front of my cell 'fore you make the police come and run in this shit

If you want a fade, well, fuck all that talkin', my nigga, we runnin' that shit
If I wasn't livin' the shit that I'm talkin' on top of the song, I'd be done in this bitch
Smokin' on gas inside of the cell, I hit it and might lose a lung in this bitch
You see me pass, and you niggas tell, I swear you gon' lose you a tongue in this bitch

Free Tory
'Til it's backwards, ain't no chains for me (oh)
Breaking these boundaries, I'll rise and be free
In the darkest place, light shines, we'll see
Free Tory 'til it's backwards, let the truth decree