Tory Lanez – Boink Boink (ft. Rich The Kid, VV$ Ken) (Audio, Lyrics, Video)

Tory Lanez unveils the visual to “Boink Boink” featuring Rich The Kid, VV$ Ken. Listen, watch the video, stream, buy, mp3 download and read the lyrics to the song produced by Supah Mario.

Tory Lanez Boink Boink

Tory Lanez recently delivered his new Loner project, a ten-track rap capsule featuring guest appearances from Swae Lee, 42 Dugg, Lil Wayne, Rich The Kid, Melii, Tyga, and more. Designed to highlight the more bar-heavy side of Tory’s arsenal, Loner marked his first release since Daystar, a controversial album that addressed his side of that infamous night. Despite the fallout, many have remained loyal to the Canadian lyricist, who has returned the favor by bringing his A-game to the outlandish new visuals for “Boink Boink,” a collaboration with Rich The Kid and VV$ Ken.

As we’ve seen him do before, Tory imbued the new video with plenty of humor, donning baker’s attire in one scene, eating a breakfast of champions in the next, and freefalling through the clouds like a Grand Theft Auto death run. Clearly, Tory is loving life at the moment, unfazed by some of the lingering narratives and dedicated to moving on with his intended musical rollout. After all, it wasn’t long ago that he was eagerly awaiting the release of his 80s-inspired, acoustic, and Spanish albums, none of which have seen the light of day.

Tory Lanez – Boink Boink (ft. Rich The Kid, VV$ Ken) (prod. Supah Mario)

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Lyrics

[Intro]
(Let’s go Mario)

[Verse 1: Tory Lanez]
Soon as the beat knock in, I get offended, I get to makin’ a face
Lambo, new drop, Rari outside, uh, uh, I put the Wraith on a break
Just got brand new keys (Vroom), uh, makin’ my way on a Jake
Fuck boy talkin’ that tough shit, talkin’ that fuck shit that he won’t say to my face
Put a lil’ twist in the Fanta
White bitch suckin’ my dick in Atlanta
Did it so good I had to go get the camera
Ain’t no MC but she gon’ get this hammer
She won’t get nothin’ from me, I ain’t Santa
Hannah Montana
I get that coochie a Gucci bandana
Took it right back like Shaq, I knew that coochie was slammin’, uh
All red jacket like Thriller
Feelin’ like uh, hit me (Oh)
All the jack boys can’t stand ’em
Ask no questions, I ain’t doin’ no panel
I just walk out the mall with the bags
I just don’t need to call out, I’m tag
I’m just calling up (Oh) so she can come witness the check when I sign and say, “Ah”
I heard you payin’ to fuck her
If I pull up, I promise she fuckin’ for free
I’m finna fuck her then duck her, then send her back to you
‘Cause niggas ain’t fuckin’ with me
I might just fuck her and dip
Uh, I got the stacks and they tucked to the tee
Shawty be touchin’ on me
Ridin’ and climbin’, and suckin’ and touchin’ on D
I just got D and no love for a freak
She got a fee but I ain’t payin’ no fee
I come to fuck and she spray it on me
Bitch don’t be playin’ no games with me, woo

[Chorus: Tory Lanez]
Keep this shit a stack, get my money, make it swiftly (Swift)
Twenty thousand, thirty thousand fuck it, make it fifty (Make it fifty)
Niggas talkin’ down, they just hate me ’cause I’m jiggy (Uh-uh)
Walk inside the club throwin’ money, like a frisbee
Keep this shit a stack, get my money, make it swiftly (Swift)
Twenty thousand, thirty thousand fuck it, make it fifty (Make it fifty)
Niggas talkin’ down, they just hate me ’cause I’m jiggy (Uh-uh)
Walk inside the club throwin’ money, like a frisbee (Frisbee)

[Verse 2: VV$ Ken]
Gucci down, rockin’ my denim
Baby keep suckin’, she pullin’ my venom
I’m ’bout to bust it (Bah), after I’m nuttin’, don’t touch it
.40 on me, I’ma pipe, I don’t clutch it (Grrr, grrr)
Shawty ain’t fuckin’ then fuck it, I know her man drive a bucket
I’m sendin’ shots, better duck it, I know you fuck niggas puppets
Seen me pull up I’ma up it
See me pull off I done did it (Damn)
Moncler coat came fitted (Phew)
Thought I was lackin’, that fuck boy shitted
You know I’m packin’, lil’ hoe, I’m with it
Ten on fleek, too turnt up, I’m geeked
Poppin’, ain’t comin’ out weak
I just been shoppin’, ain’t comin’ out cheap
Blue hunnids droppin’, they comin’ out neat
Shawty a freak (Yeah), I watch her suck it, I peep
He better hide when I see
He better slide when I’m geeked (Grr, grr, grr)
I know her pussy get wet when I motherfuckin’ speak
Scammin’ all week, runnin’ shit, brand new cleats
Pretty bitch, brand new minks
New crib, brand new sinks
That hoe was ugly, I found me a brand new link

[Verse 3: Rich The Kid]
I’ma just bust in her face
Red bottoms, them don’t come with no lace (Red bottom)
Kill the pussy, bitch I’m beatin’ the case
Quarter milli’, took it right out the safe
Soon as I pull out, the Lambo swervin’ (Swervin’)
Ten bitches stuff ’em in a Suburban
Fuckin’ in her rib, I know that for certain
Bought the Rolls truck and then I added the curtains (Skrr)
I’ma buy brand new link (Link)
Dirty Sprite, I keep the cup on pink (On pink)
She was bad, she got a brand new mink (Mink)
My wrist on water like a brand new sink (Water, water, water, water)
Lamborghini on suicide
Hollywood, I’m gettin’ top while I drive (While I drive)
Chopper on me, know I’m keepin’ the fire
Hunnid racks on me, why would I lie? (Rich)

[Chorus: Tory Lanez]
Keep this shit a stack, get my money, make it swiftly (Swift)
Twenty thousand, thirty thousand fuck it, make it fifty (Make it fifty)
Niggas talkin’ down, they just hate me ’cause I’m jiggy (Uh-uh)
Walk inside the club throwin’ money, like a frisbee
Keep this shit a stack, get my money, make it swiftly (Swift)
Twenty thousand, thirty thousand fuck it, make it fifty (Make it fifty)
Niggas talkin’ down, they just hate me ’cause I’m jiggy (Uh-uh)
Walk inside the club throwin’ money, like a frisbee (Frisbee)