Revenge of Fargo Lyrics – Tory Lanez

Read the full Revenge of Fargo 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. If you enjoy Tory Lanez’s music, you can also explore HASTY MARKET // TORONTO and Gyal Gimmie, two other songs by Tory Lanez.

[Part I]

[Chorus]
N!ggas’ll talk, as soon as I see ’em I’m slapping the taste
Catch ’em in public and n!ggas don’t wanna say none of that s*it in my face
I ain’t even fazed when I get home, baby

[Verse]
Twenty-three thousand to trick on a tricky b!tch, I need that s*it out the safe (Right now, right now)
Get the fu*k out of my face
Twenty-one thousand, get Dr. Miami to cut that lil’ b!tch out of shape
The whole world screaming “Free Tory,” man, the haters don’t know how to hate, uh
Had a show, flew back last night, n!ggas think I’m out of state (N!gga)
Clearly, I’m sitting inside of the celly, but manifesting is the way
But I ain’t just manifesting when I tell you I’ll be home any day, n!gga, huh
God got me, no sage (Oh)
Double-R on the car (Oh)
Rolls-Royce, road rage (Oh)
Shawty, my ex turned me back to savage, I’m back to my old ways
So baby, wanna fu*k me for nothing, I told her that it’s okay
Okay, she wanna fu*k, okay
She got a messy lil’ body dub don’t wanna suck just blow me up, okay
Call up the rest of my buddies whenever it’s up and it’s stuck, okay
Don’t give a fu*k if I only hit once, I still got to fu*k, okay

[Chorus]
N!ggas’ll talk, as soon as I see ’em I’m slapping the taste
Catch ’em in public and n!ggas don’t wanna say none of that s*it in my face
I ain’t even fazed when I get home, baby
I might need my fade when I get home
I ain’t even fazed when I get home, baby

[Segue]
B!tch, I need a fade when I ge—

[Part II]

[Verse]
This s*it up forever, them boys tried to murder me
I cannot tell you, but certainly
My n!ggas know just how this gonna go, all my killies gon’ paint him in burgundy
He told me, “Get it right back in blood,” I got it right back in that currency
I mean, like seventeen stabs, my n!gga, you know he was taking that personally

[Part III]

[Intro]
Yeah
It’s three times, you know what it is, (??)
[1:49] world s*it, I run this s*it
N!gga, you know what’s going on, yeah, uh

[Verse]
Yeah, yeah, ayy
Seven in tens, I’ll be outside from seven to ten
That’s 7 p.m. to 10 a.m, n!gga, I don’t got no regular friends (Ayy)
I see the opps in the party, they jacking and acting all extra again (‘Gain)
I keep the same energy when it’s me or it’s type of flow and ten of my friends
You know how I’m coming
Pick the paper, shawty, know I’m thumbing
Hit the show and n!ggas know I’m a dummy
Rev the engine, n!ggas know how it’s running (N!gga)
Hit the pu*sy with a certain stroke, now certain stoke make you know how she cumming
She say my d!ck’ll overload in her stomach
Was dark, but now I see the glow in the tunnel
We do it to you, but you know that you fumbled
Was tripping on me ’til you know that you stumbled
Was player, went into the door, it got crumbled
I take the jet to every show in the summer
She fronted back then, but she go in the summer
I lost my heart in the winter, so fu*k it, I don’t give a fu*k about knowing the summer
B!tches that didn’t fu*k me, I was broke, now I’m rich, lil’ b!tch and you owe me this summer
She ain’t your b!tch, she’s ours now, man, she ours now, man, the slogan the summer
Hit this money like a real n!gga, but I’m tatted up like a chore of the summer (Summer)
Too many bottles and too many blunts
I sold gelato and told ’em it’s runtz
I’m way too rich to be doing these stunts
I’m too legit to be moving this janky
We too sealed to be moving this stanky
B!tch too close, please move, oh, thanky
Hit her with the dance, hanky-panky
A million times, the money is long, the arms are lanky
I threw about forty-three thousand inside of that b!tch and you strippers should thank me
An army of Ubers and shooters, I got ’em parked, them n!ggas right when the tank be (N!gga)
All of my n!ggas are antsy
The chain yelling, “Try to yank me”