Letra Toronto - SL

Toronto

We doin' him rude
We don’t do recruits
If he shoots, bring him through
All the Killy’s oot
Let him know, what we do
Where we go
Listen, look
Ugly
We doin' him rude (Ugly)
We don’t do recruits
If he shoots, bring him through (Yeah)
All the Killy’s oot
Let him know, what we do
Where we go, for the loot
Get a phone, let it boom
Let it blow, through the…
Trust what I say in my songs
He ain’t hittin' it right, 'cause his status is wrong (Wrong)
Shawty caked up to the max
I’m watchin' my stroke oh my God, oh my God (Cake)
Green tick emoji it’s on (On)
Pray we don’t see us no cops (Pray)
Gobble me up like a megaladon
Your steppers ain’t steppin', they stomp (Steppers)
Youngins patrollin' the strip
And they’re doublin' back if it’s somethin' they missed (They missed)
Footy was top of the list, but I rubbed it away when I go in the mix
I ain’t been home in a bit
Just me and your miss on a hell of a shift (Work)
Bro tryna go off the grizz
Choppin' it down, got the dust on his flick (Look, look)
Dumb lil' chick too inna my shit
Keep tellin' me this, keep tellin' me that
Just cool with your actions
My last one said she hates my behaviour
Next mornin' we woulda seen a next tantrum (Another)
But the game I play that (Play it)
True, I coulda been a very good lad
But the outdoors couldn’t contain man
Fuck three hoes, let me see three thousand (Way more)
Man, I could’ve gone broke off a impulse
I really gotta thank my accountant
Look, hundos to the millions (Look)
And I’m also close, don’t doubt it (Yeah)
If I creep on the kid and the wetter gets brandished
Bet he’s pissin' his trousers (Long)
Me and Camz on a team death match just campin'
Hopin' that we did and we found him
Pretty Danielle went and gave her an 8 at minimum (At minimum)
10, if you go and 'round it (Around it)
Ugly
We doin' him rude
We don’t do recruits
If he shoots, bring him through
Ugly
We doin' him rude (Ugly)
We don’t do recruits
If he shoots, bring him through (Brrah)
All the Killy’s oot
Let him know, what we do (Yeah, yeah)
Where we go, for the loot
Get a phone, let it boom
Let it blow, through the…
Used to wanna see one thousand (What?)
Now I bring a hundred thousand pounds in
The hills I’m ridin' 'round in (Yeah)
Still fuck a bitch in public housin'
I’m with a bad B straight loungin' (What?)
Sell her a dream like how’s that soundin'?
The hate in my city is astoundin'
Put faith in my Killy, don’t doubt him (Yeah, yeah)
I really acted off impulse (Fuck)
Never went jail if I just lowed it (Yeah, yeah)
Bro rockin' all black goretex (Arcy)
He not really tryna hike no mountain
Youngins in the East on badness (Bad)
Even when I try to show them different (Different)
My best friend never left the trap so long
Coulda thought that he went missin', listen
Ugly
We doin' him rude
We don’t do recruits
If he shoots, bring him through
All the Killy’s oot
Let him know, what we do
Where we go, for the loot
Get a phone, let it boom
Let it blow, through the…