Letra Accidents happen Tory Lanez

Accidents happen

Baby need shoes, mama need a house, goin' through racks again
Baby momma bitchin' 'bout another bitch and I got up racks again
Caught me down when
I was slippin' but I promise I'll never lack again
My'shooter'trigger?finger at your?nigga, might justàhit 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 and get the earliest, baby
I'ma spend it, I'm courteous, baby, the first to the fuckin' thirtieth baby
Ain't a place a nigga can't go
One Umbrella, that's the fuckin' gang though
Had it imprinted on a chain though
Switchin' different whips like I'm 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 Popeye'sI was whippin' corner, kinda clockwise
Tryna get the Porsche with the frog eyes
Sellin' dope when niggas 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 is shots firin'
Niggas said 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
Won't pay a bitch nigga debt
Bet your life on the line 'cause we don't make lil' nigga bets, nah

Look at all this dope, it ain't by accident
Would you look at where I'm from, it ain't on accident
So gimme 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), fucked up my stacks up again (Oh)
Nigga get clapped again (Grrr), it ain't on accident

Set it all up so I know they mad
Copped my freezer from Izzy and Rollie bag
Could beat up, we don't care where the police at
And we scorin', fuckboy, where yo' homies atà
Niggas know if we 'bout it, we love the drip
So my youngins be on that, they love the fit
We pull up, we blastin' this shit for real
Momma said, "It's for nothin', you need to chill"
I'm goin' up, still on that gang shit
But I told you, I'm lane switchin'
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 with the gang slip
But fuck it, we live how I live
And I know what I did, plus it's too late to change shit
Ain't not fightin', the Glock rearrange shit
If he tryin' me, death, I'll arrange his
In the 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
I could say what y'all want, but do not slide
Caught him slippin', he ran in to Popeye's
Everybody all tough 'til them shots fly, gang (Grrr)

Look at all this dope, it ain't by accident
Would you look at where I'm from, it ain't on accident
So gimme 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, fucked up my stacks up again
Nigga get clapped again (Grrr), it ain't on accident