Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Dope Boy's Diary, artist - Tory Lanez. Album song The New Toronto 3, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 09.04.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Interscope
Song language: English
Dope Boy's Diary |
Yeah, nothin' bigger than the Umbrella |
Yeah, yeah (Perfect) |
Forever, you just gotta feel me, nigga |
Lil Tory (Cannon) |
Told my bitch, «I love her», she ain’t say it back |
My heart, I can’t play with that |
Fuck it, that’s that, and we made it that |
Runnin' through the trap to find my re-up, tryna make it back |
BM trippin', I’m just tryna cop my son his favorite snacks |
Love from the Crip, Bloods, and GDs |
Scammin' out the bank, I made like fifty thou' on TD |
In this trap, my homeboys my heart, but shit, I gotta move greedy |
Got a budget for the lawyer case I lose with this PD (Perfect) |
'Cause we tryna get more than rich, fuck the fame and all the glitz |
My bitch ain’t had tits, so I bought her tits |
I’m a lil' older, so I mold her 'til I taught the bitch |
Boy, I woulda swore that she was loyal 'til I caught the bitch |
I won’t trust a soul, it’s just me and my pole, playin' position |
On that road, watchin' jackboys close |
Gun closer than the sirens, see if them boys try me |
Bitch, I’m openin' the fire, catchin' bodies like corona in the virus, nigga |
Weed bought the Rolex, crack bought the bussdown |
Trappin' did a home run, scammin' did a touchdown |
Thinkin' 'bout my son now, know I gotta stay alive |
'Cause I done let him down like four times and I can’t make it five |
Cops from a naked eye, watchin' in a foreign |
But we movin' neat, the DA can’t grant them no warrants (Perfect) |
The Birdman with me like Wayne in New Orleans |
Rainin' and pourin', ragin' and warin' |
Prolly lost my bitch to an athlete |
Fuck it, I’ma pull up with another bitch, mad fleek |
I remember Crystal done told me I was mad weak |
From that day, I never let another bitch embarrass me (Perfect) |
I had to wear the same drawers |
Goin' out for weeks, a nigga stank, but this shit paid off |
Flexin' like I own the rental, nigga, I had to play it off |
Hoes I put this dick off in they hole just like I’m playin' golf |
Anytime I ran up out of work I sold 'em drywall |
I was broke and threw it on the scale 'cause I can’t eyeball |
Homie, I just came from bein' homeless, that’s a sidebar |
That’s why with this rap shit I be focused, can’t take time off |
Boy, I’m not a killer, but don’t push me, that’s on my mama |
'Cause my killers out there swimmin' in the deep end |
'Fore he knew that nigga drowned 'cause he was deep in |
Scoreboard, bitch, you playin' on the defense |
My lil' niggas catchin' bodies every weekend |
My lil' shooter made the movie with the sequence |
Play with us and we gon' turn that nigga pretense |
In the foreign, picked him up from out the precinct |
'Cause he gon' still put in that pressure 'til the beef ends, ayy |
I wanna cheat but I’ll prolly kill her if she cheat on me |
Homicidal thoughts don’t mix with Gs on me |
Plus I be with Gs, homie, stick hot like ninety-eight degrees on me |
Trigger finger itchy like some fleas on me |
Sleepin' on my nigga sofa, sleepin' on the floor |
I couldn’t even tell a bitch, «Come over» |
Now it’s all Dior all on my body like my melatonin |
Niggas took the stand, I can’t believe them boys were tellin' on me |
Street shit is hella phony, yeah |
Look in my eyes, you see I’m dodgin' all the demons |
Came a long way from swipin' fraud cards at all the Neiman’s (Perfect) |
I was plottin' and schemin', poppin' bad beans and shit |
I thought it, then dreamed it, turned it to reality |
This a fatality, killin' any nigga sayin' he got the same style as me |
I’m the only rapper sayin' shit with no apology |
Pull up, you could holler, B |
Your favorite rapper’s shit just ain’t as hot as me |
Tory (Perfect) |
Ayy, spittin' fire in the booth |
Forgiato tires on the coupe |
OGs lookin' at me like they inspired to be me, when I aspired to be you |
It’s crazy but it’s true |
Damn, yeah |
90 310 run this shit, you know what’s goin' on, nigga |
Big U, big Umbrella |