Accidents Happen (feat. Lil Tjay)

[Tory Lanez]

Baby need shoes, mama need a house, goin' through racks again

Baby mama bitchin' 'bout another bitch and I got 'em racks again

Caught me down when I was slippin', but I promise I'll never lack again

My shooter trigger finger itchy, nigga, might just hit you on accident

Reload the strap again, we comin' back again

You double-crossed on a nigga, we hit him and it ain't by accident

Throwin' new racks again, blowin' through stacks again

Hella new plaques again, spittin' these facts again

Sippin' the dirtiest, baby

The shipment come, we get the earliest, baby

I'ma spend it, I'm courteous, baby

The first to the fuckin' thirtieth, baby

It ain't a place a nigga can't go

One Umbrella, that's the fuckin' gang though

Had to imprint it on a chain though

Switchin' different whips like I'm lil' Django

I done came up from the sidewalk

Now I rap, nigga used to slang dope

From the fistfights to the shootouts

In the parking lot and now it's bankroll

Was a broke nigga, now I came up

I don't do this shit to entertain ya

Can't believe I even got this famous

Yesterday, I was grippin' on a stainless

I was sellin' dope from out the Popeyes

I was whippin' corner counter-clockwise

Tryna get the Porsche with the frog eyes

Sellin' dope, a nigga should be top five

Got extended clip inside a Glock 9

It was never times I forgot mine

If a nigga trippin', turn to Columbine

Shootin' anybody that his shots find

Niggas say that they deserve my position

But them pussy niggas, they did not grind

If we talkin' 'bout shit that separates me and you, nigga, it's a long line

I done came through, Bentayga Bentley

Never thought that I'd be seein' this when I was young and I was playin' Sega Genesis

Pancake seats made at Denny's, that's real nigga shit

We don't pay a bitch nigga debt

Bet your life on the line 'cause we don't make lil' nigga bets, nah

[Tory Lanez & Lil Tjay]

Look at all this dope, it ain't by accident

Bitch nigga, I'm froze, it ain't on accident

She gon' give me that throat, it ain't on accident

Fuck nigga, just know

Throwin' more racks again, blowin' through stacks again

Bitch, I might back the Benz, it ain't on accident

Backin' that back again (oh), done fucked up my stacks again (oh)

Nigga get clapped again, it ain't on accident

[Lil Tjay]

Shitted on 'em, so I know they mad

Copped my freezer from AZ in Rollie bag

Grippied up, we don't care where the police at

And we scorin', fuckboy, where your homies at?

Niggas know us, we 'bout it, we love to drill

Some my youngins be on that, they love the field

We pull up, we blastin' this shit for real

Mama said, "It's for nothin', you need to chill"

I'm goin' off, still on that gang shit

But I told you ain't lane switch

I catch a lick, it ain't really 'bout shit

We gon' spin off the strip and just change whips

Ain't no security with me, we totin' like fifty, that's life if the gang slip

But fuck it, we live how we live and I know what I did, plus it's too late to change shit

Ain't no fightin', that Glock rearrange shit

If you tryna meet death, I'll arrange it

In a foreign, I pick up your main bitch

She was suckin' my dick and I came quick

I ain't even gon' talk on the opp side

Y'all could say what y'all want, but do not slide

Caught him slippin', he ran into Popeyes

Everybody all tough 'til them shots fly, gang

[Tory Lanez]

Look at all this dope, it ain't by accident

Bitch nigga, I'm froze, it ain't on accident

She gon' give me that throat, it ain't on accident

Fuck nigga, just know

Throwin' more racks again, blowin' through stacks again

Bitch, I might back the Benz, it ain't on accident

Backin' that back again, done fucked up my stacks again

Nigga get clapped again, it ain't on accident