MAWA Interlude x Lunch Tray

Yo, shoutout to my motherfuckin' brother, ****

Tory Lanez, ****, this Max Biggavel

****, I love you, I appreciate you, hold your head

When we touch down, ****, we gon' make good music, ****

I might be home before you, ****

If I do, you already know, ****, I got a super duper bag for you

****, pull up on the star, I love you, ****

Al, Al, fuckin' Al, ****, wavy baby, MAWA for life, ****

Wee, wee

Stretching that shit, ****, I'm stretchin' that shit

CO play with me today, I might slap all the shit out that ****

Think I just misread the energy, he came and told me I'm really that ****

Accountant accountin' for everything, ****

I told you that Nicki that ****

Bitches be lyin', I flew 'em to islands, they can't even get in the villas

I got to slide for black

I just made seven hundred thousand sittin' in a room, feel like I'm Kai Cenat

Shoutout the independent distributors that understood **** fire would catch

But I'm 'bout to start a distribution January, I ain't got no time for that

Callin' up Jona and gettin' the stats (Jona)

Fuckin' these hoes and lettin' 'em know I ain't gettin' attached (woo)

Callin' up Dan and Jay and makin' sure the numbers match

They locked me up in a cage, but let them pussy **** know the dog is back, mm

Airlift him off the yard and send him to medical

All the charges we committin' so federal, I don't even wanna call you back, mm

Pullin' her weave, and I got it all in track

Visit, she stickin' it all in her crack

Police are comin', I'm callin' you back

(Ayo, they 'bout to walk, let me hit you back, ay)

I'm at the tippity top

**** was thinkin' they send me to prison, somehow it would get me stop

No, he think he the shit when he not

I'm on the phone with Suge in Donovan

He tellin' me he think I could be bigger than Pac, mm

Stretchin' that shit (woo)

****, I'm stretchin' that shit (ooh), mm

Stretchin' that shit (stretch)

You got my name in your mouth, lil' bitch (ooh)

Stretchin' that shit (ooh)

It won't be the same when I'm out, lil' bitch

Stretchin' that shit (yeehaw)

Recordin' in prison, this shit revolutionary

**** be ****, but really be bitches with dicks, they want to be futanari

I go to canteen, got more bags on me, weight is way more than you can carry

My little **** be tuckin' the knife under pillows like he was the tooth fairy (he's on fire)

Talk of the prison when I'm on the tablet

Jail is only makin' me more famous than I was, I'm so well established

21 hit records in your whole career, to me, in a month is a average

That googled-eye bitch is in need of some dick, but she cannot get none of this Blackness

You can't have none of this Blackness (uh)

You can't have none of this Blackness (uh)

You can't have none of this shit

Know I'm a vet when it come to this shit

We gettin' Benji's all over the North, don't let me call Pressa and Bun in this shit

Bitch, get the fuck from the front of my cell 'fore you make the police come and run in this shit

If you want a fade, well, fuck all that talkin', my ****, we runnin' that shit

If I wasn't livin' the shit that I'm talkin' on top of the song, I'd be done in this bitch

Smokin' on gas inside of the cell, I hit it and might lose a lung in this bitch

You see me pass, and you **** tell, I swear you gon' lose you a tongue in this bitch

Free Tory

'Til it's backwards, ain't no chains for me (oh)

Breaking these boundaries, I'll rise and be free

In the darkest place, light shines, we'll see

Free Tory 'til it's backwards, let the truth decree