Tuh

Tuh Lyrics

[Intro]
Got it on Smash

[Verse 1: Tory Lanez]
f**k all that talkin’, I’m back with that 7.62 and it’s spittin’
I got a bad lil’ b**ch f**kin’ on anybody in the room, that’ll get her Givenchy
Holdin’ the vibe at the condo, I don’t need nobody
No entry from niggas that envy
She set a threesome up, I f**ked her friend
She got jelly, now she on Twitter actin’ petty
Sent my other b**ch a whip and got wetty
My diamonds bustin’ down the wrist in baguettie
I hit his b**ch and he couldn’t accept it
b**ch, I got all type of sticks, I got invested
Whole lotta gateway
All my niggas in jail, I got you through the JPay
Rockefeller guap, Sky-Dweller watch
But we all started at the Day-Datе
Hit the dealer, comе back with another cop
Hit the jeweler, come back with another watch
Hit that bih from the back and I let her watch
El Dorado, the cap with the yellow top
I done shopped ’til I dropped in Givenchy
Been on top since I dropped in the Bentley
When that day come around and I buss up the case
Don’t you niggas come back actin’ friendly
After this, I don’t f**k with you rappin’ niggas
b**ch, I’m good in the trap with the savages
Plus, I’m good in the board with the business niggas
Get the f**k out my face, mind your business
Different angles, I’ma watch it, colorblind
Bagged your b**ch and I f**ked her some other time
Make a hit, then I go make another song
I got nothin’ to lose on you f**k niggas
I been in this sh*t here for like ten years
I got nothin’ to prove, all you f**k niggas
No award in the world could define me, nigga
I got bad b**ches think it’s timey, nigga
So they let me know if this sh*t cool or fun
You could pull up on uninvited, ha
And then I smoke the pussy like a spliff
I light it, I’ma throw a party, every b**ch invited
I’ma give money fo’ sho’, yeah
No, I cannot do no regular
I’m in running for trapper, trapper of the year
I’m juggin’ off four different cellulars
Tell my teachers, “f**k you, you can’t tell me nothin'”
Shut the f**k up while I pull a Bentley up
I’ve been shinin’ so bright, now they envy us
Wonder how them niggas feel that set me up
I done witnessed my nigga Kelz go to jail and come back and hop in a Urus
Different b**ches, came back like [?]
Take your b**ch right back from you, I’m courteous
If a chick, she don’t miss, she ain’t serious
She must not give a f**k ’bout her paper
She must not give a f**k ’bout her majors
Even if her other nigga made her, that nigga ain’t gettin’

[Chorus: Tory Lanez & EST Gee]
More paper than me
I got bad little b**ches, they waitin’ on me
I’m a young nigga, gettin’ this paper for free
b**ch, I’m young and single, don’t be waitin’ on me
Tuh, tuh
Dead presidential paper on me
How you lookin’ up to me but hatin’ on me?
I’m a young nigga, gotta get this sh*t, get this sh*t
Tuh, tuh
Got bad little b**ches, they waitin’ on me
I’m a young nigga, gettin’ this paper for free
b**ch, I’m young and single, don’t be waitin’ on me
Tuh, tuh
Dead presidential paper on me
How you lookin’ up to me but hatin’ on me?
I’m a young nigga, gotta get this sh*t, get this sh*t
Tuh, tuh (Yeah, tell them niggas)

[Verse 2: EST Gee]
Yeah, I make ’em renew they membership
Niggas is new to this spinnin’ sh*t
We was up one day, we gambled with it
Tripled the gravity, he had to remember it
He caught a face shot and lived with it
But when he talk, now he spittin’ sh*t
Practice and preachin’, no hypocrite, bond was a million
I’m spinnin’ and can’t let ’em sit, and I’m with ’em, whatever the endin’ is
I’m on an island with killers, on Gilligan
I ain’t no regular citizen, trippin’, I’ll f**k around and up the innocent
Talkin’ tough, you know he been a b**ch, secure the premises
Choppa and swisher when I enter in
I’m tryna finish him, whoever he post a picture with
Niggas be b**ches, they sensitive, rappin’ but not really livin’ it
I’m in a rental, I tint it, it’s spinnin’
We miss ’em and spin again, that’s how we settle our differences
I still be bendin’, I’m really rich
b**ch nigga, you a gentleman, in the streets, I’m goated
Niggas be hoes and I know it
Hittin’ his phone, I know niggas ain’t focused
All of my b**ches love breakin’ in local
That’s why they hatin’ on me
Can’t say they gettin’ more paper than Gee

[Chorus: Tory Lanez]
Not more paper than me
I got bad little b**ches, they waitin’ on me
I’m a young nigga, gettin’ this paper for free
b**ch, I’m young and single, don’t be waitin’ on me
Tuh, tuh
Dead presidential paper on me
How you lookin’ up to me but hatin’ on me?
I’m a young nigga, gotta get this sh*t, get this sh*t
Tuh, tuh
Got bad little b**ches, they waitin’ on me
I’m a young nigga, gettin’ this paper for free
b**ch, I’m young and single, don’t be waitin’ on me
Tuh, tuh
Dead presidential paper on me
How you lookin’ up to me but hatin’ on me?
I’m a young nigga, gotta get this sh*t, get this sh*t
Tuh, tuh

[Verse 3: VV$ Ken]
I’m on my time and I do what I wanna do
In the hood, sellin’ birds with a bird in the air (Brrd)
Let me know if you want you a brick or two
Ride around with a stick or two
One of ’em dirty, it really got busy, it killed a few
Take a bullet so big, if I shoot it, I’m movin’ ’cause I know it’ll really kill a crew
Money set like Gorilla Glue
It came right out of the safe and them ten thousand bands
Swipin’ cards and I’m trappin’, I just signed a deal, I’ma go out and throw my advance
All it took was a chance and now I got paper on me, and I get it the quickest (Frrr, frrr)
Niggas know not to play with me, I’m Magic Johnson, I’m shootin’, they know I’m the sickest
Call her bluff like a cricket
She wanna come over, bend while I stick it
I take my time on that cat while I lick it
I take my time on the beat when I pick it
I caught a opp and I shot him like Ricky
I like my filet with lettuce and mayo
I’m breakin’ up rap like Saweetie and Quavo
Pull up on oppers like I’m playin’ Halo
I nutted in shawty ’cause she looked like JLo

[Chorus: Tory Lanez]
Not more paper than me
I got bad little b**ches, they waitin’ on me
I’m a young nigga, gettin’ this paper for free
b**ch, I’m young and single, don’t be waitin’ on me
Tuh, tuh
Dead presidential paper on me
How you lookin’ up to me but hatin’ on me?
I’m a young nigga, gotta get this sh*t, get this sh*t
Tuh, tuh
Got bad little b**ches, they waitin’ on me
I’m a young nigga, gettin’ this paper for free
b**ch, I’m young and single, don’t be waitin’ on me
Tuh, tuh
Dead presidential paper on me
How you lookin’ up to me but hatin’ on me?
I’m a young nigga, gotta get this sh*t, get this sh*t
Tuh, tuh