The Motto (Freestyle)

This just in, we found your bitch

She's in my knapsack, yeah

I was lookin' around my knapsack, man

And like I seen all the regular hoes right

But then, I think, I think I seen your bitch






I tell her, "Bitch, chill, ride like a big wheel"

Big deal, put a mill on a fish scale

Niggas hatin' 'cause the way the paper makin'

But baby, I'm Canadian, so I'm bringin' home the bacon

They ain't see me in a long minute

I'm gon' get it, you fake and I'm authentic

Bitch, I got it from the low, no bar didn't

Blue hairs on the kush like Marge in it, start with it

Tell a bitch back that ass like she tryna park with it

Hit the gas on the light like a nigga tryna spark with it

I'm a G though, lookin' like Ne-Yo

No I ain't a singer but green, I never see low

How you ain't fuckin' but expectin' me to eat though?

If you ain't fuckin', I'm expectin' you to deep throat

Got a Asian chick, her name is Me Ho

I just say her name when they ask what the cream for

Fuckin' duck tape got me stickin' to the G code

G4, high like fee fo fi fum

Young wild dumb motherfucker got a tongue

High young, die tryin' get the green, nigga fungi

Ill like Will, nigga shout out the alumni

Wah gwaan nigga, ain't shit, y'all pengi

Alert, bitch up in my knapsack

Tell a pussy nigga take a cat nap

Tryna get this cheese like a lab rat

Hatin' niggas tryna set a rat trap

Um, she be on rum

Gave me so much brain, a nigga just dumb

Got the pussy waitin' on the outcome

Mark spots like X, nigga Malcolm

Fuck around, you gon' make a nigga scout him

Doubt him, that nigga ball like the out rim

Bitches waitin' on me 'cause they way the paper on me

I'm makin' paper, hatin' niggas only gon' make it for me

You only one of the fakest, just actin' like you the homie

She only here for my cake 'cause she actin' like she my only

Bag her when she get lonely, slap her up in the mornin'

And tell me, "Tory, I'm horny" I make her feel like a orgy






Wassup motherfucker

I got your bitch in my sock, nigga

Your bitch is now in my sock

She couldn't make it to my knapsack

So she, she jump in my sock

And then, you know I carry her along this path that I walk everyday

Called swave shit

Swavey on the lip ring, bitch

Sincerely Tory, March 26th, niggas

Canada, Toronto, Toronto, Toronto