SUGE (Remix)

[Verse 2: Tory Lanez]
Pack in the mail, I sit it down and its crackin the scale
Had to switch position from the kitchen, nigga, I was flippin like a spatula there
Pretty Ricky with them bitches, when Im hittin long as a dread on spectacular hair
Here shit, light shit, white whip, open up it look like a packet of mayo
Im back in Rodeo, ****in up the check and chuckin up the set
And Im back off the layover, pay-over way over niggas
No slumber but a nigga stay over, nigga
Your bitch is with me til the day-day, AK loaded up the same way
Chain swang, white person screamin out, 'Gang gang!'
Slide or kick, Jet Li or Liu K-K-Kang (Wah!)
I got a Little B, he call me based God like brring, ding, ding
Got a main dame, Audemar, and thats my main thang
Got a Rollie watch, her name Jane but she plain plain, so we call her plain Jane
Over her, I let it bang-bang like the fingers twistin on a gang member sittin in the chain gang
Nigga, please, I got old nigga cheese, yall got hoe nigga knees
Cant let a faux nigga roll up, put a hole in your shit then let the ho nigga leave, man
Yall niggas know a nigga T-O-R-Y, all my niggas got paws and theyre always for the free
'O' for the fee, if a nigga throw a couple Gs , get a little nigga smoked for the free, man
1-5-0, first show, nigga, thats how I go, I was chosen with those melodies
Niggas hatin, Ive been goin up with those enemies
And the snakes keep blowin it with those in the breeze
Im up to no good, my boys in the hood
With no young Jeezy, and no Jody Breezy, could blow 40 Gs
Still come back, who the *** * lookin like the Ol Dirty B from the Wu-Tang, nigga?
I could say nothin on a mother****in track, still go back plat like Pootie Tang, nigga
Do your thing, nigga, hoppin in the Mulsanne
Hotter than a blue flame lit up in the full tank, nigga
Man niggas better hide, niggas what, niggas what?
Nigga, niggas at the bottom of the food chain, nigga
Nigga so lame, cant crew hang, nigga, cant crew bang with ya, cant move a thang with ya
See a little bad bitch walkin down the block, but she lookin at me cause your crew cant get her
Im a dominator, moderator
Pass your chick like hot potato
Police non-cooperator
I wont tolerate a bitch thats talkin crazy, not me, lil nigga
I be on the beach with the sea , lil nigga
I been triplin up the doubles and threes, lil nigga
Livin it up with the women up in Vis, lil nigga
Give it up all my niggas is tuckin, I hope a niggas duckin
I been drippin and drippin like a niggas tippin the bucket
I been whippin these bitches and stickin out my dick in public
They be lickin a nigga to get to familiar ****in
I be ****in these women in ten-percentd tinted windows
And Im yellin and tellinI gotta get it, get to steppin
Im reppin Umbrella forever, my niggas in abundance
Im fly as propellers, you jealous
And if a nigga comin, Im eatin these niggas like ketchup and relish on a bun
I got the money to fund the wonders of what I wanted
And when I want it, I wanna feel like you cant front on it
I got your ex-chick and your next chick on a pole in my livin room floor tryin to dance all on it
As long as I can put my hands all on her, she said: 'Handstand, a handstand and landed on it
I said damn, had to put it in her head, I aint droppin no bread
This is not that Gretel and the Hansel story
Got a Coupe full of hoes and the hose in the Coupe
To the Lamborghini doors to the floors and the roof
When Im goin in the booth, Im exposin the globe to the truth
They be knowin, I be showin up with proof
Any faux nigga, any ho nigga, any low Joe Schmoe nigga better know
When I unload Get Low, Get Low, Get Low like Lil Jon and the Eastside Boyz, nigga
And my lil bitch type thick, uh
Neck is freezy as a ice-pick, uh
Out of sect just like a high kick, uh
Niggas gonna copy my style like a right click
All of my dogsll kill you like Mike Vick
Light that pistol, put that boy in a Heimlich
I was handin them Ls to Joyner and Don for comin out actin too lightskin
Nigga, Im back in the Bentley, applyin the pressure
Spittin bunch of flyin' and firin embers
So ****in hot, youd think I died in the desert
Came back to **** up your entire endeavor
You tryin me? Never; your squad will get shot if ya try and be clever
My diamonds forever, designin and linin a bed up
Then give em a choice: which one you want die with, the .9 or Beretta?
Im sorry for being intolerant , I got this violent temper
I like when Im cold, I shoot a nigga, make him die in December
You been a bitch, as long as I can remember
You sayin that youre gang, them niggas keep talkin
I promise Ill silence your members then quiet your temple
While firing bullets that fly at your mental and pry at your denim
Ill hire somebody to fire the jet up then get up and send a shooter thatll fly if you rattle
I promise Im high on momentum
Might think its a setup, but find me a nigga
Might line that nigga for the paper
Let the hitter get to foldin, origami the nigga
The Louie luggage bustin down on ya nigga
But true we thuggin, no insomnia, nigga
Im really a top 3...