9Side Bodmon Lyrics – Tory Lanez

Read the full 9Side Bodmon lyrics by Tory Lanez from the album Made You Think I Was Gone …But along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. In case you enjoyed this track, also check out other popular releases by Tory Lanez like GYMR and Many Men Pt. 2.

[Intro]
Uncle Daystar, I love you and I’ll see you soon
Yeah

[Verse]
I’m doing a (??), I’m doing okay
And I don’t hit the truck at two in the day
We hit with the rackets, we hit with the n!ggas, you know I do few in a day
I be busting the block with the Starbucks food few different ways
We talking bout 7.62s in the choppers, ’cause all of my problems got two different case
And this s*it amazing
When I’m (??) the same s*it

Drop the U and the M, it’s some gang s*it
Got a deuce in my pocket, I pull out a two, I’ma shoot up a few of a bank s*it
This s*it is dangerous
I got shooters to pull up a hang s*it
I got weird b!tches on some strang s*it
Money talking, you don’t speak thе language
What’s a flag? You hot with no calluses
N!ggas decking up thе damages
All this s*it, we go through the challenges
All the b!tches, I go through this challenges
I ain’t stabbing for nothing, I wake up on Saturday morning just checking the balances
I can’t do no disguises, just look at my baby boy eyes and I know what the time it is
I came on from some broke s*it to a bust down
When I live, we say “Touchdown!”
Got the AP, face crushed down
She was fronting on me, I’ma crush now
Got her running through the boutiques
(??) cars, all the new sneaks
Switching different b!tches, all through the week
Talk small when (??), b!tch, I be fu*king on all physiques
I got a dream to go to the league
If that s*it don’t work, I’ma go to the trap
Serving em things that go in a plat’
That s*it don’t work, then you know I’ma snap
That s*it don’t work, then you know that I’m back to the back to the black

Who them? Where the old ladies saying where I could’ve been?
But fu*k it, you know that I’m going to jet
Jacking and stealing for n!ggas, can making a killing
It’s nowhere to make this s*it real, if you ain’t been a real one
I look at my baby boy Kai and I know I’ma make him a billion
I gotta keep going, I gotta do this s*it for all of my brothers, my sisters, my n!ggas, my mother
My (??) keep coming from out of the floor, said (??) Benjamin has it, man
B!tch, I could take you back to the days in me trapping
It was only twenty-six (??), b!tch, I was all about 9 to 5 working, selling way the pocket
The delis be spinning that s*it, that (??)
Now I was (??) that b!tch (??)
Now I’m getting that rich off the money
(??)
‘Cause after the storm, this s*it gon’ be sunny
Just tryna be warm, this s*it was so muddy
This s*it was so cold, the days were (??) peanut butter-jelly
Now I’m balling frank, you can tell me
Just to perform, this s*it called a milly
And pop me up off of the place is cool, my n!gga, (??) getting views (??)
And I’m used to being alone
I’m used to n!ggas selling me on (??)
I’m used to proving pu*sy n!ggas wrong
I’m used to n!ggas selling lies, selling their songs
I’m back on my savage mode, on the savagery
And I’m winning, they ain’t letting me
I look at ’em, see anger and agony
Different diamonds boxing like Your Majesty
Hit the four and it be like a travesty
Hit your boy in the whip where the traffic be
Put the four with the fifth when I’m switching the gear, looking back in my mirror, where the crackers be?
Hit the button (Phew), where the stasher be?
Just to find that they gon’ had to rig the car
Even that’d prolly never fit the bar
And I’d give a fu*k if it’s a realer (??)
Lil’ Tory