Free Pedro Interlude lyrics

[Verse: Tory Lanez]
Look at my caliber
I'm putting 4G all round the caliber
Dusty lil b*tch, I ain't dialin' ya
Gave her the 'I' the 'O' the 'U' my vowel up
She suck this di*k [?]
I'm bout to dirty this hoe pick a towel up
We going 30 for 30, and I'm going birdy for birdy
I f*cked her on cam, and she wanna leak it
But me, I'm not worried, I know I swore that pus*y like the excaliber
This is a Wraith, no charger, no Challanger
Thought they was stylen', but n*ggas they stylen' us
n*ggas ain't wild as us, damn
All of the damage is done
Except for your partner, I still want my fade, the ones
I'm out today with shooters
They Heishan n*ggas that be putting thеy brains in one
'm never playing it dumb
I bag a groupiе, you b*tches, I'm saving your names as one
Homie want beef [?]
Damn, it's done
I want the money, I market it, n*ggas'll Twitter, they diss and they target
Tell a b*tch shut the f*ck up, she too talkative
They wanna crash and wreck, we brawlling it
I got a umbrella jeans for the summer
I'm getting bread, no wonder
My shooter colder than 32 wonder
Richy he left in the plumber
I, I can't let a n*gga backdoor me, never
[?] my homie
All of ya ran for the cheese like Pep in the Rony
[?]
I put the switch on the Glock for n*ggas to switch
Automatic sh*t go, frrrrr
I'm never worried cuz I know you n*ggas is b*tch
Pardon my back talk sh*t to my wrist
Bust in that pus*y, i swerve in it
Don'chu keep talkin' lil baby, keep purkyn' it
I cannot bring these two b*tches, I know where we at the fancy dinner date, they out here twerkin' it
I gotta leave for sure
b*tch call me daddy, lets call you a ride
All of this chillin' and all of this drinkin' for you to just leave, nah, I cannot call you a vibe
But if you suckin' this di*k and its sloppy than, brrrr
The Uber, the car's outside
She jump inside of the Cullinan, look at the roof and say "Damn" the star's outside
No babygurl my car is outside and that's how stun when I pull for the Summer
I cannot kick it with bro n*ggas, Ill be at the top and yall be pulling me under, grrrrr
The switch, I passed it
My di*k, she smashed it
My work, Topanga
Its cutting off heads and baskets, yea
How do you n*ggas be talking 'bout opps, that they ain't even got
Talkin' 'bout guns from Call of Duty claimin' bodies and shots, that they ain't even shot
This sh*t be crazy, but the sh*t don't ever seems to 'maze me
Got the sauce on em like the [?]
They be shooting shots, didn't graze me
b*tch I've been a great since grade 3, ayyy
Give me the shots, no regular
Got the game in a choke, no wrestler
Don't put suicide doors on no Tesla
Its the kid n*gga, lil Tory