"No Reservation At Torrisi" lyrics
(feat. Jimi Banks)
(Orca Sound Records)
Daydreamin', just a nigga out in Paris like I'm Jay-Zin'
All these bitches speakin' French and they stay schemin'
How he rakin' in this money, man, they can't believe it, ayy
Serving straight drop, uh, pull up in a tank shootin' at your tank top, uh
And we spread opps, uh
And my dog Korean, he gon' let that K pop
When it get to spring, yeah, we bring that Maybach, uh
Pull up on you clean and you gettin' straight mopped, uh
I put blue inside my Rollie, call it Baywatch
It's just us against the world, feel like Tupacs
R.I.P. to Kobe, but I'm seein' helicops, uh
You been actin' phony, dawg, are you my friend or not?
Uh, I'ma park you niggas, cause you niggas talk a lot
Potato on the barrel, turn you to a tater tot, ayy
And Picasso couldn't picture this, flick the wrist
Me and Gash at the top floor sippin' Cris
Poker table with the chips, you just chippin' in
And the restaurant's five-star Michelin, ayy
You play Malcolm, you the middleman, ayy
I'ma cut you out, bring the scissors in, ayy
Throw you out, trash out, in a bin
Throw the bag out, cash out, send a pin
Peter Parker, all these niggas tough behind the web
If he talkin' on the sidelines, sub em in
(Orca Sound Records)
We turn a three-star Michelin to the five-star when we in it
Yeah, sub 'em in
They be askin' for my pronouns, you should know I'm him (Get it)
Only time around police when I perform with Sting (Get it)
All these orcas in the water, I dare you to swim
My high school teacher somewhere cryin', saw me on the Forbes
Never needed Justin Bieber to bring me on tour
Made it in New York, with a plastic fork
No silver spoon, you nepo babies would've been a corpse
You lookin' like a dork in your daddy Porsche
They see the Rollie shimmer every time I twist the cork
No menus needed, bring out everything except the pork
I'm with the family at Torissi, come sit with the Lords
Yeah, I work for myself, so I guess I work for a boss
Don't you get it?
Aye, in South of France with Dolan, he just went and made a trade
If the Knicks win or lose, we still gettin' paid
Poppin' champagne, glasses always gettin' raised
For the days that my parents never got a raise
Got em a crib in Malibu with like 40 maids
Post Malone tried to blackball me, you should be ashamed
I'm speakin' to my son
I treat that boy like he Iverson
I have him on the IV in the ER, son
I gotta fly private cause I gotta bring my
I'm up before the sun for my future son
Don't you get it?
Don't you get it?
Don't you get it?
I'm a top dog, I don't get topped
Your favorite rappers out here gettin' back shots
Can't believe we seen they way before the Sasquatch
Just a bunch of motherfuckin' mascots
Don't you get it?
Don't you get it?
Don't you get it?
My management left cause I ain't do the Diddy deal
Years later callin' sayin' sorry can we chill
All that baby oil bout to have you slip and squeal
The grass was never real
Don't you get it?
Don't you get it?
Don't you get it?
When life gives you lemons, make lemonade
Took me a while cause I ain't Minute Maid
You ain't gotta go to the barber to get this fade
Saw you at the award show and you looked away
Don't you get it?
I'm always on your mind, always on your mind
No matter where you go, you'll always see me
Don't you get it?
Don't you get it?
Daydreamin', just a nigga out in Paris like I'm Jay-Zin'
All these bitches speakin' French and they stay schemin'
How he rakin' in this money, man, they can't believe it, ayy
Serving straight drop, uh, pull up in a tank shootin' at your tank top, uh
And we spread opps, uh
And my dog Korean, he gon' let that K pop
When it get to spring, yeah, we bring that Maybach, uh
Pull up on you clean and you gettin' straight mopped, uh
I put blue inside my Rollie, call it Baywatch
It's just us against the world, feel like Tupacs
R.I.P. to Kobe, but I'm seein' helicops, uh
You been actin' phony, dawg, are you my friend or not?
Uh, I'ma park you niggas, cause you niggas talk a lot
Potato on the barrel, turn you to a tater tot, ayy
And Picasso couldn't picture this, flick the wrist
Me and Gash at the top floor sippin' Cris
Poker table with the chips, you just chippin' in
And the restaurant's five-star Michelin, ayy
You play Malcolm, you the middleman, ayy
I'ma cut you out, bring the scissors in, ayy
Throw you out, trash out, in a bin
Throw the bag out, cash out, send a pin
Peter Parker, all these niggas tough behind the web
If he talkin' on the sidelines, sub em in
(Orca Sound Records)
We turn a three-star Michelin to the five-star when we in it
Yeah, sub 'em in
They be askin' for my pronouns, you should know I'm him (Get it)
Only time around police when I perform with Sting (Get it)
All these orcas in the water, I dare you to swim
My high school teacher somewhere cryin', saw me on the Forbes
Never needed Justin Bieber to bring me on tour
Made it in New York, with a plastic fork
No silver spoon, you nepo babies would've been a corpse
You lookin' like a dork in your daddy Porsche
They see the Rollie shimmer every time I twist the cork
No menus needed, bring out everything except the pork
I'm with the family at Torissi, come sit with the Lords
Yeah, I work for myself, so I guess I work for a boss
Don't you get it?
Aye, in South of France with Dolan, he just went and made a trade
If the Knicks win or lose, we still gettin' paid
Poppin' champagne, glasses always gettin' raised
For the days that my parents never got a raise
Got em a crib in Malibu with like 40 maids
Post Malone tried to blackball me, you should be ashamed
I'm speakin' to my son
I treat that boy like he Iverson
I have him on the IV in the ER, son
I gotta fly private cause I gotta bring my
I'm up before the sun for my future son
Don't you get it?
Don't you get it?
Don't you get it?
I'm a top dog, I don't get topped
Your favorite rappers out here gettin' back shots
Can't believe we seen they way before the Sasquatch
Just a bunch of motherfuckin' mascots
Don't you get it?
Don't you get it?
Don't you get it?
My management left cause I ain't do the Diddy deal
Years later callin' sayin' sorry can we chill
All that baby oil bout to have you slip and squeal
The grass was never real
Don't you get it?
Don't you get it?
Don't you get it?
When life gives you lemons, make lemonade
Took me a while cause I ain't Minute Maid
You ain't gotta go to the barber to get this fade
Saw you at the award show and you looked away
Don't you get it?
I'm always on your mind, always on your mind
No matter where you go, you'll always see me
Don't you get it?
Don't you get it?
