Accidents Happen

(альбом: The New Toronto 3 - 2020)

[Tory Lanez:]
Baby need shoes, mama need a house, going through racks again
Baby mama bitching 'bout another bitch and I got 'em racks again
Caught me down when I was slipping, but I promise I'll never lack again
My shooter trigger finger itchy, nigga, might just hit you on accident
Reload the strap again, we coming back again
You double-crossed on a nigga, we hit him and it ain't by accident
Throwing new racks again, blowing through stacks again
Hella new plaques again, spitting these facts again
Sipping the dirtiest, baby
The shipment come, we get the earliest, baby
I'ma spend it, I'm courteous, baby
The first to the fucking thirtieth, baby
It ain't a place a nigga can't go
One Umbrella, that's the fucking gang though
Had to imprint it on a chain though
Switching different whips like I'm lil' Django
I done came up from the sidewalk
Now I rap, nigga used to slang dope
From the fistfights to the shootouts
In the parking lot and now it's bankroll
Was a broke nigga, now I came up
I don't do this shit to entertain ya
Can't believe I even got this famous
Yesterday, I was gripping on a stainless
I was selling dope from out the Popeyes
I was whipping corner counter-clockwise
Tryna get the Porsche with the frog eyes
Selling dope, a nigga should be top five
Got extended clip inside a Glock 9
It was never times I forgot mine
If a nigga tripping, turn to Columbine
Shooting anybody that his shots find
Niggas say that they deserve my position
But them pussy niggas, they did not grind
If we talking 'bout shit that separates me and you, nigga, it's a long line
I done came through, Bentayga Bentley
Never thought that I'd be seeing this when I was young and I was playing Sega Genesis
Pancake seats made at Denny's, that's real nigga shit
We don't pay a bitch nigga debt
Bet your life on the line 'cause we don't make lil' nigga bets, nah

[Tory Lanez (Lil Tjay):]
Look at all this dope, it ain't by accident
Bitch nigga, I'm froze, it ain't on accident
She gon' give me that throat, it ain't on accident
Fuck nigga, just know
Throwing more racks again, blowing through stacks again
Bitch, I might back the Benz, it ain't on accident
Backing that back again (Oh), done fucked up my stacks again (Oh)
Nigga get clapped again, it ain't on accident

[Lil Tjay:]
Shitted on 'em, so I know they mad
Copped my freezer from AZ in Rollie bag
Grippied up, we don't care where the police at
And we scoring, fuckboy, where your homies at?
Niggas know us, we 'bout it, we love to drill
Some my youngins be on that, they love the field
We pull up, we blasting this shit for real
Mama said, "It's for nothing, you need to chill"
I'm going off, still on that gang shit
But I told you ain't lane switch
I catch a lick, it ain't really 'bout shit
We gon' spin off the strip and just change whips
Ain't no security with me, we toting like fifty, that's life if the gang slip
But fuck it, we live how we live and I know what I did, plus it's too late to change shit
Ain't no fighting, that Glock rearrange shit
If you tryna meet death, I'll arrange it
In a foreign, I pick up your main bitch
She was sucking my dick and I came quick
I ain't even gon' talk on the opp side
Y'all could say what y'all want, but do not slide
Caught him slipping, he ran into Popeyes
Everybody all tough 'til them shots fly, gang

[Tory Lanez:]
Look at all this dope, it ain't by accident
Bitch nigga, I'm froze, it ain't on accident
She gon' give me that throat, it ain't on accident
Fuck nigga, just know
Throwing more racks again, blowing through stacks again
Bitch, I might back the Benz, it ain't on accident
Backing that back again, done fucked up my stacks again
Nigga get clapped again, it ain't on accident