Shots Come For Free (Prison Tapes) Lyrics – Tory Lanez

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[Intro]
You have a pre-paid call from Tory

[Verse 1]
Yeah, okay
The odds always against me, I done pulled up in the Bentley
S*it, I swear I had to do it for them days I did the renting, yeah
Fu*k whoever sent ya and them boys that go against me
I been in here for ten years just like I’m signing for a century
Had to read up with you b!tches twenty times now
Watch y’all nerve, got in a hurry, I tried to run off cool, let me find out
I used to work that nine-to-five until I signed out

Went to jail, got off on bail, I bonded, I was cooking at n!gga’s mom’s house
N!ggas don’t know what the fu*k a n!gga been through
You don’t know about that pain all in my heart when n!ggas spin through
Tell me you was with me, no, the fu*k you n!ggas wasn’t
When them choppas get to busting, I did that one for my cousin
Corner store know I’m the man
When I’m popping with these fours and plus these grams, they got me going
Rain, water, hail and random snow I’m blowing
I’m a familiar face with all them things they see me at the trap, it’s like I’m glowing
Highlighter, marker, pull up on your side and park it
We ain’t got no time for talking, you get on that time, I spark it
Bullets coming sharper than a pine-u-porcer, porcupiner
Plus I’m out that store, I’m buying more designer
First deal I flip it with my n!gga, s*it, you know I signed it
S*it, you know I came up from the bottom, s*it, I told ’em, “Load the choppas”
We fu*ked most the hoes in the city, I know your ho gon’ know my partners
Flying to resorts and islands, I’m trying not to resort to violence
I’m facing **** right now, but all y’all n!ggas that heard was silent
And all y’all b!tches tryna bury me, but n!ggas can’t discourage me
These hoes wan’ fu*k me urgently and I’m counting different currencies
I got a Grammy in the street right now, currently
The n!ggas that keep claiming that they gon’ murder me still ain’t never murdered me
I mix the Black Leprechaun with the zaza
N!ggas talk, it’s got to Tata, talk to Tata
I got the stick, it’s doing magic tricks like, n!gga, voila

Tada, shoot the n!gga, blow his whole mata
Nah, he was tripping, so they blew his biscuit out his Popeyes
He shouldn’t have fu*ked with the Jamaican n!ggas, they deal with slot ties
We talking scoreboard, all my n!ggas top five
Ready to pour Tobasco sauce all on a n!gga hot fry
Tory, n!gga

[Pre-Chorus]
Please, uh, I need hella peace tryna stack these money trees
I remember when a goal was just a hundred Gs
No one ever did it like me, so they come at me, ta-ta

[Chorus]
N!gga, headshots come for free, ta-ta
N!gga, headshots come for free, ta-ta
N!gga, headshots come for free, ta-ta
N!gga, headshots come for free, yeah, yeah

[Verse 2]
I went from sleeping on the floor to the mattress with the air
And every time they cut my lights, it was candle matches everywhere
And I was cutting through this work like it was axes everywhere
I’m somewhere tryna live my life like I pay taxes every year
I want the car way out in Beverly, so I started out there heavily
Telling plugs, “You fu*ked, you picked somebody else instead of me”
I started two Os in one line like the letter B
Pouring with some shooters, they so hectic, you just let it be
Tall guy, really I’m a dog, that’s my pedigree
That’s why shawty got her paws on my denim jeans
Slatt five if a n!gga call himself my enemy
Don’t make me be remembered for turning all of y’all to memories
Running through the feelings, if I come to do a drill
You know I come to hunt the killers, ’bout a hundred blunts I peeled
I been working hard, b!tch, I’m going number one this year
And all my competition really gotta sum it up in fear, that’s for real

[Pre-Chorus]
Please, uh, I need hella peace tryna stack these money trees
I remember when a goal was just a hundred Gs
No one ever did it like me so they come at me, ta-ta

[Chorus]
N!gga, headshots come for free, ta-ta
N!gga, headshots come for free, ta-ta
N!gga, headshots come for free, ta-ta
N!gga, headshots come for free