Toronto ft. KILLY Lyrics

Toronto ft. KILLY - SL

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Lyrics by @Tochii❤️

Ugly

We doin' him rude (Ugly)

We don't do recruits

If he shoots, bring him through (Yeah)

All the Killy's oot

Let him know, what we do

Where we go, for the loot

Get a phone, let it boom

Let it blow, through the... (Yeah, yeah)

Trust what I say in my songs

He ain't hittin' it right, 'cause his status is wrong (Wrong)

Shawty caked up to the max

I'm watchin' my stroke oh my God, oh my God (Cake)

Green tick emoji it's on (On)

Pray we don't see us no cops (Pray)

Gobble me up like a megaladon

Your steppers ain't steppin', they stomp (Steppers)

Youngins patrollin' the strip

And they're doublin' back if it's somethin' they missed (They missed)

Footy was top of the list, but I rubbed it away when I got in the mix

I ain't been home in a bit

Just me and your miss on a hell of a shift (Work)

Bro tryna go off the grizz

Choppin' it down, got the dust on his flick (Look, look)

Dumb lil' chick too inna my shit

Keep tellin' me this, keep tellin' me that (Ah, man)

Just cool with your actions

My last one said she hates my behaviour

Next mornin' we woulda seen a next tantrum (Another)

But the game I play that (Play it)

True, I coulda been a very good lad

But the outdoors couldn't contain man

Fuck three hoes, let me see three thousand (Way more)

Man, I could've gone broke off a impulse

I really gotta thank my accountant

Look, hundos to the millions (Look)

And I'm also close, don't doubt it (Yeah)

If I creep on the kid and the wetter gets brandished

Bet he's pissin' his trousers (Long)

Me and Camz on a team death match just campin'

Hopin' that we did and we found him

Pretty Danielle went and gave her an 8 at minimum (At minimum)

10, if you go and 'round it (Around it)

Ugly

We doin' him rude

We don't do recruits

If he shoots, bring him through

Ugly

We doin' him rude (Ugly)

We don't do recruits

If he shoots, bring him through (Brrah)

All the Killy's oot

Let him know, what we do (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

Where we go, for the loot

Get a phone, let it boom

Let it blow, through the...

Used to wanna see one thousand (What?)

Now I bring a hundred thousand pounds in

The hills I'm ridin' 'round in (Yeah)

Still fuck a bitch in public housin'

I'm with a bad B straight loungin' (What?)

Sell her a dream like how's that soundin'?

The hate in my city is astoundin'

Put faith in my Killy, don't doubt him (Yeah)

I really acted off impulse (Fuck)

Never went jail if I just lowed it

Bro rockin' all black goretex (Arcy)

He not really tryna hike no mountain

Youngins in the East on badness

Even when I try to show them different (Different)

My best friend never left the trap so long

Coulda thought that he went missin', listen

Ugly

We doin' him rude

We don't do recruits

If he shoots, bring him through

All the Killy's oot

Let him know, what we do

Where we go, for the loot

Get a phone, let it boom

Let it blow, through the...

Lyrics by @Tochii❤️