Litty again freestyle – Tory Lanez lyrics

Lyrics Litty again freestyle – Tory Lanez

Litty again freestyle lyrics
And it goes on
Kill a p***y n***a with his pantyhose on
The gun is equipped for what ever hand it goes on
To kill a backpack n***a with his Jansport on
Geek a*s n***a
Dweeb a*s n***a
Never had a G-pass n***a
‘Bout to ski mask his a*s and eat fast n***a
Pull the heat fast and blast
And leave that n***a
With his seat back n***a
I’m a number one n***a in no time
I been waiting for a n***a to give me the showtime
In the jungle waiting for you to slip on the oak vine
I’ma do this n***a like I was chewing a pork rind n***a
Eminem couldn’t get ya to a million on the ‘Gram
Chris Brown tried, n***a failed both times
I done took ya page to a million in a day
If you ask me, n***a, I’m ya motherfucking cosign
I’ma hit the p***y a*s n***a with a clothesline
I’ma have to catch a n***a slipping in my own time
I just took da flame on a private a*s plane
Out to Massachusetts, catch this n***a slipping in his hometown
Ya see what go around come around and go around
So I got his hoe going round like it go around
Let these niggas know I’m not the one to toe-to-toe around
Singing a*s n***a not the one to leave your hoe around
I’m about to hit him with the end of the K
Word to my niggas in Heaven I’m ’bout to send em away
I’m exhausted I kill this n***a two times
24 hours man this s**t been a repetitive day
N***a tell me is it Joyner Lucas, Lucas Joyner?
I’m the n***a who destroy ya
Coupe deploy ya, label drop ya, who’s the lawyer?
Buy ya contract from them back and be who employ ya
Oops, I’m going, who’s condoning? Juice and jonesing
Met ya b***h she too conjointed
Tryna ask this p***y a*s n***a who the f**k want smoke
But the lightskin niggas in ya crew too spooked to join in
I’m a nasty n***a and you could ask the n***a
The shotty dumping popping up outta the backseat, n***a
I’m ’bout to leave his body bloody like a maxi, n***a
I tax these niggas, get at these niggas, attack these niggas
The venom is arachne, n***a versuri-lyrics.info
I’m ’bout kill da man and da man that done backed these niggas
And blam any man that’ll try to dap you niggas
And clap any stan fan that attract you niggas
See ya daddy was a musician that never made it
‘Cause when you was born n***a it was you or him
Shattered knowing he would never make it as an artist
And the odds of his life prolly be 2 to 1
But I give it to him ’cause he didn’t run
I guess he figured, “man when you look at it in a nutshell
All I got is a failed music career and
My revenge is giving that s**t to my son”
N***a I’ma flossy n***a
They try to toss me n***a
The 45th I get em off me n***a
I block niggas Chris Bosh these niggas
I got figures pish posh to niggas
I dump niggas, jump, criss cross these niggas
The pump leave ’em slumped, in the car seat n***a
The skunk in the trunk was an awkward n***a
That thought he didn’t need to have caution with him
A cornball with a Boston fitted
I said hold up my n***a man this s**t crazy
You fucked AYLEK$ man that s**t crazy
N***a said he out here running threesomes with the
N***a that’s in court dealing with the kid cases
I’ma hit a stain then I hit a bad one
Pull up on da n***a hold em up for ransom
I got five plaques this year, you did whole song with Eminem and still don’t even have one n***a
Damn, my lil homie that’s a bad one n***a
Really feel bad for you it’s a sad one n***a
Hold your head steady maybe you could have one n***a
Hit me for a hook and maybe get a plaque young n***a
Shout go out to Wayno and Ak my n***a
Tomorrow they’ll be talking ’bout you got smacked young n***a
From the pack my n***a
I’m keeping this s**t a stack, my n***a
That “Litty” verse was wack, my n***a
They go hard my dawg, but I go harder n***a
Atcha head with the fade like a barber n***a
Try to come for the boat and I’ma harbor niggas
Be smart like a Harvard n***a don’t start with niggas
And he gotta problem with us
But I know how to solve it n***a
This is my son
I’ma tell ’em like Star Wars, “Lucas, I’m your father” n***a
You a perpetrating, work for hire, twerk for payment
Busta Rhymes impersonating, worthless baby, irks him daily
Hurts to say it, burger flipping, birthed in 80s
Tryna be a 90s baby, thirty something tryna chase it
Tryna make it, rocks designer, kinda fakes it
Hates to face it
That he’ll never be a n***a that be placed for A-list, niggas damn
Here’s what he’s thinking right now
“I’m Joyner Lucas, why did I start it with this guy?
Tory Lanez coming back what am I gonna do this time?
They ain’t like none of my diss lines
Everybody knows I can spit it in quick time
Even if the lines is as shitty as 6ix9ine’s
But this time they ain’t really letting me get by
F**k I’m finna do with this s**t now?
Damn I know this n***a finna be wild
Knowin’ this n***a bout to kill me on it OD now
Don’t nobody ever wanna book me for a show
I ain’t got no songs when I go I spit freestyles
Try to make songs ’bout depression
But nobody ever get it
So I take it out on popping niggas beats now
I ain’t never ever trapped
I ain’t never slung a gat
But the world don’t know so f**k it, I’m a G now”
Man, what the f**k wrong with him?
I know something wrong with him
I got a hundred bunch o’ bullets ’bout to put ’em all in him
N***a walked in with a hundred rounds in him
And he seen a n***a chicken I was comin’ down in it
Glock nine n***a gotta run around with it
I’ma son a n***a, keep it at least one-a-round with it
Backpack niggas ain’t sellin’ no records
Better dumb it down with it when you come around with it

This s**t is easy man
Yo it’s crazy n***a
I’m really-, I’m really-, I’m really being very generous, you know?
Like I’m really doing you a favor, it’s not a lot of niggas in my status that come down just to, you know, to come down and spank you niggas, pause man
It’s crazy, but you know
I’ma do for you what niggas didn’t do for me – that’s older brother status
So if you blow from this point on, I’m your cosign n***a, you know what it is
Ayy Slow, that’s facts right?
Big facts, word to Ralph, n***a, word to big Jevante too, n***a
You know what’s going on n***a-, you know what the f**k’s going on, n***a
One Umbrella gang, n***a
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Litty again freestyle - Tory Lanez
Litty again freestyle - Tory Lanez