Letra de Hasty Market // Toronto - Tory Lanez

(Feat. Hollywood Sos)

Real ting (Hmm)

Told my Indian ting that she was the bomb 'cause she from Iraqi ('Raqi)

Mani might pull up with Gurpreet, Navpreet, Raj and all of my Pakis (Yeah)

All of my work just sold, my custies good, my pockets happy (Hmm)

Crodie, your brethren is not my brethren, you see 'em, just tell 'em don't dap me

Baby, let's do with the mai tais, I fucked her inside the Rabbas (Rabbas, hit it)

Please, you thinkin' he's winnin', but don't know I'm grippin' his ting in a backaz (Backaz)

This one here for bumpas, rudas, all of the tings I slaughter (Ah)

Crodie, I even fucked shawty from s'il vous plaît, that's so many knockoffs

All in Vancouver, the white tings love us, wallahi, they're rippin' the top off (Hit it)

Trust me, the malli dem dead if anything pop off, everything lock off (Grr)

I'm at the beach, I'm trappin', I'm fuckin' a cyattie, one side of my sock off (Ah)

Just caught my opp, these niggas just gotta stop thinkin' you're low 'cause the dockas (Hmm)

No long talk, no long ting (Long ting)

Never again with the wrong ting (Wrong ting)

Just pick a play, no buzz in the fam', you know how it get at the home ting

Come with the sword, I'm bringin' the bogey, you know what I'm dealin' with

Fam', ziplock sealed, compressin' the bag and crodie concealin' it

Shorty put crushed up grabba inside of the fronto, what are you dealin' with? (Hahaha)

Next time, kush man come 'round, that's a reminder, you're never bailin' it

Yo, cro'

Broskis out here, killin' it

All of my ice on and I know you ain't cool, I watch who I'm chillin' with

I spent all night

I spent all damn night

Trappin' out of Hasty, shit is gettin' shaky

Why them wanna bake me?

Mandem wanna scrape me

Shit been gettin' shady, fam' (Shady)

Niggas gwannin' with this beef, it's gon' be two things goin' off

And that's my Glock and its safety (Safety, yeah)

Don't play with your safety, safety, safety

Find yourself in People City

If I'm watchin' you chillin', know what you're doing (Stay a while)

Don't chip in OT, stay a while, you know? (If you can)

Haha, two twos, I'm moshin' (With folks)

You know? (Who will be)

With a Tim Hortons cup (Tomorrow's faces)

And just lookin' at the custy dem like (Kickin' the traces)

What the fuck, cuz? (Showing you places)

Hahaha (In Toronto)

Toronto, though, you know? (That's People's City)

It's the people dem city (Toronto)

Spent a hundred nights, just tryna keep this shit off safety

I done served at least a hunnid custies, I got hasty

Chip and wipe the buckets, sellin' bunches like I'm Brady

You can never understand unless you from Toronto

You know I'm from the 9, I treat the 6ix just like my baby

First time I seen a brick with Cliff in that Mercedes

First golden grill was Jane Finch Mall, baby

First piece of pussy I ever fucked was in Toronto

Drug deal made, shoutout Styrofoam players

T for scammin' had me dashin' like I'm Damon

Certain pollies in my city, watch what you claimin'

Shootouts always happen over crodie, what you sayin'?

Oh, what's gwannin'?

I'm OT in Kitchener into the mall, mm-hmm-hmm

How you want it?

I got green, white cauliflower and broccoli, ah, ah

(Toronto)

Toronto, mixin' up the lemon in the fronto

I'd tell you what's gwannin', but not now

My lil' dog, them want more, searchin' for more

Toronto (Toronto), it's gon' follow me wherever I go

I'll go, I'll go

Lil' Tory

I sold my first half beat crack before I could even take the GO bus

I sat with all them custies, crodie, I ain't takin' no cuff

Back when I would have to crack a Century Sam to roll up

We was pickney, makin' money off them squares before the robots

Two different cyatties, bringin' work, but we broker

Bali ting, batty big, gwannin' like she know us

A bowl of white, vanilla ting dem, she like a donut

Tequila name brand, a nigga from his hood just like a bonus (Toronto)

I'm a 9 side trapper, sixteenth floor by the lease

I'm from where they call America the States, ain't got no reason

Lil' nigga, better watch when you get your cheese up

And your bread, 'cause niggas die dead, piece of pizza

Tomato sauce all over your toppin', nigga (No, yeah)

Shorty's kinda beat, but she got a batty with her (Ooh)

While I'm tryna stop her, nigga sellin' habanero

Better tuck your burner if they catch you, this ain't no hot potato

(Toronto)

Toronto, mixin' up the lemon in the fronto

I'd tell you what's gwannin', but not now

My lil' dog, them want more, searchin' for more

Toronto (Toronto), it's gon' follow me wherever I go

I'll go, I'll go

Uh, yeah

I know a few Wallalos who'll wild out for the Fetti

But no more belts, he want a Rollie Sprite or a Pepsi

Untuck it and up it, turn your tomato to spaghetti

Only 5'4", hold a stick long as Remy (Toronto)

Could go through all the war stories, but it's just too many

Just know that most of problems stem from money, greed and envy

Down home, niggas workin' tings out the telly

Check a little later, then he break her out the Denny's

Sent a bitch at him 'cause they knew that they was GC

Still up in a hearse, but he did it all in PC

Make the matters worse is that they knew him since a preteen

Mad 'cause his miss'll fuck a nigga in the G League

Met a sugar daddy, he's told her he can change her addy (No, yeah)

Took her to Miami, got her new breasts and batty (Ooh)

Bought her pair of pleasers, then she changed her name to Candy

Now she study flexin', doin' extras down at Zanzi

Tryna win, though, shit is grim, we dream, but never sleepin'

So much harder when there's barely nothin' to believe in

From the city where we never worry 'bout a pop out

This really ain't a problem 'til you hear a nigga drop out (Toronto)

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