Tory Lanez – Hasty Market // Toronto (Lyrics & Video)

Hasty Market // Toronto – Tory Lanez Lyrics

Part I : Hasty Market

Real shit

Hurrr

Told my Indian ting that she was the bomb 'cause she from Iraqi ('Raqi)

Man you might pull up with Gurpreet, Navpreet, Raj and all of my pakis

All of my work is sold, my crust is good, my pockets happy (Hurr)

Crodie your bredrin, those not my bredrin, you see him just tell him don't dap me

Baby, let's do it, the matas, I fucked her inside the Rabbis

Please, you thinkin' he's winnin', but don't know I'm grippin' his ting in a backaz (Backaz)

This one here for bumpas, rudas, all of the tings I slaughter (Ah)

Crodie, I even fucked shawty from s'il vous plaît, that's so many knockoffs

All in Vancouver the white tings love us, wallahi, they rippin' the top off

Trust me, the malli dem dead if anything pop off, everything lock off (Grrrah)

I'm at the beach, I'm trappin', I'm fuckin' a cyattie once I had my sock off (Ah)

Just caught my opp, he know he's just gotta stop thinkin' you're low 'cause the dockas (Hmm)

No long talk, no long ting (Long ting)

Never again witht he wrong ting (Wrong ting)

Just pick up the plate, no basil in fam, you know how it get

Come with the sword, I'm bringin' the bogie, you know what I'm doin' with it

Fam, ziplock zip, compressin' the bag and crodie concealin' it

Shorty put crushed up grabba inside of the fronto, what you doin' with it? (Hahaha)

Next time kush man come 'round, that's a reminder, you're never bailin' it

Yo, cro'

Broskis out here killin' it

All of my ice on and I know you ain't cool, I watch who I'm chillin' with

I spent all night

I spent all damn night

Trappin' out of Hasty, shit is gettin' shaky

Why they wanna bake me?

Mandem wanna scrape me

Shit been gettin' shady, yeah (Shady)

Niggas gwannin' with this beef, it's gon' be two things goin' off

And that's my Glock and its safety (Safety, yeah)

Don't play with your safety, safety, safety

Part II : Toronto

Find yourself in people's city

Before watchin' your I know what you've done

Stay a while

Lil' trip OT, stay a while, you know (If you can)

Hahaha, two tools, I'm mashin' (With folks)

You know? (Who will be)

With a Timberland's coat (Tomorrow faces)

And just lookin' at the custy dem like (Kickin' the traces)

What the fuck cuz? (Showin' you places)

Ha, haha (In Toronto)

Toronto, though, you know? (That's people's city)

It's the people dem city (Toronto)

It's been a hundred nights, I'm tryna keep this shit off safety

I done served at least a hunnid custy, y'all got hasty

Shippin' wider buckets, sellin' bunches like I'm Brady

You can never understand unless you from Toronto

You know I'm from the 9, I treat 6ix just like my baby

First time I seen a brick with Cliff in that Mercedes

First golden grill was Jane Finch Mall, baby

First piece of pussy I ever fucked was in Toronto

Drug deal made shout out Styrofoam players

T for scammin' had me dashin' like I'm Damon

Servin' collies in my city, watch what you claimin'

Shoot outs always happen over Crowley, what you sayin'?

Oh, what's gwannin'?

I'm OT in Kitchener into the mall, mm-hmm-hmm

How you want it?

I got white, green cauliflower and broccoli, ah, ah

(Toronto)

Toronto, mixin' up the lemon in the front door

I'd tell you what's gwannin' but you not know

My lil' dawg they want more, searchin' for more

Toronto (Toronto)

It's gon' follow wherever I go

I'll go, I'll go, for sure

I saw my first half beat crack before I could even take the GO bus

I sat with all them custys, crodie, I ain't takin' no cuff

Back when I would have to crack a Century Sam to roll up

We was makin' money out on squares before the robots

Two different cyatties bringin' work though we broker

Mally ting, batty big gwannin' like she knows

A bowl of white, vanilla ting dem, she like a donut

Tequila name brand, a nigga from bonus

I'm a non-stop trapper, sixteenth floor by the lease

I'm from where they call America the States ain't got no reason

Lil' nigga, you better watch, you get your cheese up

And your bread 'cause niggas die dead for a piece of pizza

Tomato sauce all over your toppin', nigga

Shorty's kinda beat but she got a batty with it

While I'm tryna stop her, nigga sellin' habanero

Better tuck your burner if they catch you, this ain't no hot potato

(Toronto)

Toronto, mixin' up the lemon in the front door

I'd tell you what's gwannin' but you not know

My lil' dawg they want more, searchin' for more

Toronto (Toronto)

It's gon' follow wherever I go

I'll go, I'll go

Yeah

I know a few who would wild out for the fetti

But no more belts, he want a Rollie Sprite or Pepsi

Done tuckin' it up, he turn your tomato to spaghetti

Only 5'4", hold a stick long as Remy (Toronto)

Could go through all the war stories but it's just too many

Just know that most of problems stem from money, greed and envy

Down home, niggas workin' tings out the telly

Check a little later then he break her out the Denny's

Sent a bitch at him 'cause they knew that they was GC

Still up in a hearse but he did it all in PC

Make the matters worse is that they knew him since a preteen

Mad 'cause his missus fuck a nigga in the G league

Met a sugar daddy, he's told her he can change her addy

Took her to Miami, got her new breasts and batty

Bought her pair of pleasers then she changed her name to Candy

Now she study flexin', doin' extras down at Zanzi

Tryna win though, shit is grim, we dream but never sleepin'

So much harder when there's barely nothin' to believe in

From the city where we never worry 'bout a pop out

This really ain't a problem 'til you hear a nigga drop out (Toronto)