Mawa Interlude X Lunch Tray Lyrics – Tory Lanez

Read the full Mawa Interlude X Lunch Tray lyrics by Tory Lanez along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Tory Lanez’s music, you can also explore Sailor Moon and Verdict Day x Lawyer Fees Interlude, two other songs by Tory Lanez.

[Intro: Max B]
Wee, wee
Stretching that s*it, n!gga, I’m stretching that s*it
CO play with me today, I might slap all the s*it out that n!gga
Think I just misread the energy, he came and told me I’m really that n!gga
Accountant accounting for everything, n!gga
I told you that Nicki that n!gga
B!tches be lying I flew ’em to islands, they can’t even get in the villas
I got to slide for black
I just made 700 thousand sitting in a room, feel like I’m Kai Cenat
Shoutout the independent distributors that understood n!gga fire would catch
But I’m about to start a distribution January, I ain’t got no time for that
Calling up Jona and getting the stats
Fu*king these hoes and letting them know, I ain’t getting attached (Woo)
Calling up Dan and Jay and making sure the numbers match
They locked me up in a cage, but let them pu*sy n!ggas know the dog is back
Airlift him off the yard and send him to medical
All the charges we committing so federal, I don’t even wanna call you back
Pulling her weave and I got it all in track
Visit, she sticking it all in her crack
Police are coming, I’m calling you back (Ayo, they ’bout to walk, let me hit you back)
I’m at the tippity top
N!ggas was thinking they send me to prison, somehow it would get me stop
No, he think he the s*it when he not
I’m on the phone with SUGE in Donovan
He telling me he think I could be bigger than Pac
Stretching that s*it, n!gga, I’m stretching that s*it
Stretching that s*it (Stretch)
You got my name in your mouth, lil’ b!tch
Stretching that s*it
It won’t be the same when I’m out, lil’ b!tch
Stretching that s*it (Yeehaw)
Recording in prison this s*it revolutionary
N!ggas be n!ggas, but really be b!tches with d!cks, they want to be futanari
I go to canteen got more bags on me, weight is way more than you can carry
My little n!gga be tucking the knife under pillows, like he was the tooth fairy
Talk of the prison when I’m on the tablet

Jail is only making me more famous than I was, I’m so well established
21 hit records in your whole career to me in a month is a average
That googled eye b!tch is in need of some d!ck, but she cannot get none of this blackness
You can’t have none of this blackness
You can’t have none of this blackness
You can’t have none of this s*it
Know I’m a vet when it come to this s*it
We getting Bejins all over the North
Don’t let me call Pressa and Bun in this s*it
B!tch, get the fu*k from the front of my cell
Before you make the police come and run in this s*it
If you want a fade, then fu*k all that talking my n!gga, we running that s*it
If I wasn’t living the s*it that I’m talking on top of the song, I be done in this b!tch
Smoking on gas inside of the cell, I hit it and might lose a lung in this b!tch
You see me pass and you n!ggas tell, I swear you gon’ lose you a tongue in this b!tch

Free Tory
? no chains for me
Breaking these boundaries, I’ll rise and be free
In the darkest place, light shines, we’ll see
Free Tory, ’til it’s backwards like the truth decree