Tory Lanez – Wraith Talk Lyrics

Lighting up a Cuban cigar down Collins Ave
This that type of sh*t
Saucy, yeah, you know this that
It’s that light that Cuban cigar in the Wraith music
No excuses
I feel marvelous by the way

(Verse 1)
Look uh, first off, I’m popping ni**a, f**k all y’all
Y’all lucky I don’t let this thing touch all y’all
Swavey, uh
It’s been a while man, uh
Say the name for a ni**a greatest ever
New Toronto very own, bi**h, I made another
Made songs bout Teyana and Karrueche
I should have pulled some fly s**t and had them date each other

Lemme talk my s**t
I told y’all was gon be a lovely evening, I told you
This that s**t you just
You just smoke an L to and sit the f**k back
And look at your life like, look what I did

(Verse 2)
Uh, I run the city in my joggers
Ni**as talking like bloggers
Villas and apartments
Movin like Vinny Vargas
Case closed, deal open talking large sh*t
Got me out on South Beach with the sergeant
Collins Ave., Ocean Ave doing Prime ni**a
The Henny fall for all my dawgs doing time ni**a
Lately I’ve been f**king bi**hes two in time
Selling flows, selling shows, plus keeping you in line
Oh it’s hard
Still I do it and money it coming fluent
Spitting like I need to check my fluids
But I get a check from all these ni**as like I’m Jewish
Stupid money coming, got a ni**a feeling foolish
I stunt harder, single number 1 charter
Two platinum plaque singles off of one starter
I been harder, been smarter
Boy, they got me moving like the hall of fame
Arm through the rim, Vince Carter
Your flow easy and your beats bore me
I done bossed up the city, whole street saw me
In a pair of a red bottoms and fatigues on me
Plugged up til the day they call police on me
Say my s**t the hardest cause my s**t the hardest
In ten years, we’ll check back bout who’s the bigger artist
Whole clique of artists and they bout to get s**t started
Even though the kid alone, could have your s**t deported
I see talking slick now
I got a million for every word out your slick mouth
Lucky I can’t even argue with them little guys
I’m more focused on getting ni**as legitimised
I own the land, I own property, the enterprise
I’m still stunting, f**king all your bi**hes inner thighs
My watch ten glass can get a ni**a killed
P.E., gym class the way I’m in the field
Drove the Rolls round Toronto, show the kid’s its real
340 cash, f**k how ni**as feel
I was broker than the joker
Now I need a bag
Spanish bi**h la vida loca
Bi**h name Coca and I stroke her in the hot tub
Ni**as say it’s love, though it’s not love
So I’m in the VIP strip club section, I’m getting hot rubs
Big dutty .45 on me, in case they pop up
Cause when the shot sober
Ni**as leave you slouched over in the couch sofa
Dawg, especially when the block know ya
And your hater steady talking, what they got for you
But your shooters in the drops over
Down to shoot a movie clip until the plots over

I’m not gon play nice with you ni**as man
F**k you want me to do? I’m sorry
Over here in one umbrella, you know
We got a no f**k ni**a policy, know what I’m saying? One of those
I’m not one of them ni**as that you just
You know you just see me out on a random blue
And you see me in my Wraith and you just pull up
And shoot your gun at me
You gotta make certain calls for that, baby
You gotta talk to certain people
Before you make those moves
Oh I know you