GYMR Lyrics – Tory Lanez

Read the full GYMR 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 Many Men Pt. 2 and Penthouse Blue.

[Part I]

[Chorus]
They wanna take me up out of the game, lil’ b!tch wanna take me up out of my element
I got the recipe, money and fame and all of these b!tches, they just be all jealousy
Stressing me, baby, with all of that bulls*it, please just get your mind right
Yeah, b!tch, get your mind right
I won’t take none of this s*it from my ex
B!tch, you ain’t even as good as the s*x
I said it ’cause it looked good in a text
Get your mind right
All of these diamonds look good on my neck

I hit the dance, I look good when I flex
Fu*k anybody, ain’t paying your rent
Get your mind right

[Verse]
Uh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I will not take her from out of her debt
She better salute me like I’m a cadet
I plug the pu*sy like I’m a connect
If you wanna book me, two-fifty a show
Five out the Birkin, two-fifty a ho
Get your mind right
Tiffany steak, on my skirt, it’s some butter
I fu*ked her sister, that’s word to my brother
I’m tryna keep this s*it all in the family
I had to get it for Curry my cousin
I’m in the lot, getting birds by the dozen
I’m in the trap, going back for the season
I got them hoes going up for the summer, it’s Tory, you know this

[Chorus]
They wanna take me up out of the game, lil’ b!tch wanna take me up out of my element
I got the recipe, money and fame and all of these b!tches, they just be all jealousy
Stressing me, baby, with all of that bulls*it, please just get your mind right
Yeah, b!tch, get your mind right

I won’t take none of this s*it from my ex
B!tch, you ain’t even as good as the s*x
I said it ’cause it looked good in a text
Get your mind right
All of these diamonds look good on my neck
I hit the dance, I look good when I flex
Fu*k anybody, ain’t paying your rent
Get your mind— (Right)

[Part II]

[Chorus]
Please get your mind right, oh, baby, ‘fore you talk to me
Nah, as if beating your gums don’t do nothing to me
Please get your mind right

[Verse]
Uh, I can sit back and scam with the crodie, though
International trapping in Tokyo
I be tapping her back like I’m scolio’
Mix a can of the pink with the Dosido
Put my b!tch in a suite like she Cody, though
My b!tch living the sweet like she Cody, bro
I’m exact with these hoes, yeah, they know me, though
Put the pack on the road like a turban
Put the pack on the road like I’m that deep
Mollies all in the city, we mad deep
Money tall and see (??)

[1:57]
Put that b!tch on a pole at the Zanzi
She wanna get it up, just wanna hit it up, I just wanna pull off the panty
I know she’ll never quit it as long as I hit it, put her pu*sy all in a frenzy
Take the ting from the bing and I’m popping up
Brand-new Masi, my partners are popping out
I’m so proud of my n!ggas, we getting it
We get to hitting it, shooting like Stoudemire
Pass the oop on the b!tch like a give-and-go
I done came up on s*it that I didn’t know
Strippers looking me dead in my eye and I’m looking right back, what the fu*k am I tipping for?
All the haters are mad and I’m living, though
Every b!tch I ever wanted, I hit it, though
If you want a b!tch, go and get the ho
Put my foot in it just like a kick door
Even OGs call me big bro
Shooter tack-tack like a tik-toe
I was locked up in a Benz, bro
Get a small fur like I’m Gizmo

[Chorus]
Please get your mind right, oh, baby, ‘fore you talk to me
Nah, as if beating your gums don’t do nothing to me
Please get your mind right