Songtext zu 'Accidents Happen (feat. Lil Tjay)' von Tory Lanez

[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