Litty Again (Freestyle) lyrics

[Verse]
And it goes on
Kill a pus*y n*gga with his pantyhose on
The gun is equipped for what ever hand it goes on
To kill a backpack n*gga with his Jansport on
Geek ass n*gga
Dweeb ass n*gga
Never had a G-pass n*gga
'Bout to ski mask his ass and eat fast n*gga
Pull the heat fast and blast
And leave that n*gga
With his seat back n*gga
I'm a number one n*gga in no time
I been waiting for a n*gga to give me the showtime
In the jungle waiting for you to slip on the oak vine
I'ma do this n*gga like I was chewing a pork rind n*gga
Eminem couldn't get ya to a million on the 'Gram
Chris Brown tried, n*gga failed both times
I done took ya page to a million in a day
If you ask me, n*gga, I'm ya motherf*cking cosign
I'ma hit the pus*y ass n*gga with a clothesline
I'ma have to catch a n*gga slipping in my own time
I just took the flame on a private ass plane
Out to Massachusetts, catch this n*gga 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 n*ggas know I'm not the one to toe-to-toe around
Singing ass n*gga not the one to leave your hoe around
I'm about to hit him with the end of the K
Word to my n*ggas in Heaven I'm 'bout to send em away
I'm exhausted I kill this n*gga two times
24 hours man this sh*t been a repetitive day
n*gga tell me is it Joyner Lucas, Lucas Joyner?
I'm the n*gga 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*tch she too conjointed
Tryna ask this pus*y ass n*gga who the f*ck want smoke
But the lightskin n*ggas in ya crew too spooked to join in
I'm a nasty n*gga, then you could ask these n*gga
The shotty dumping popping up outta the backseat, n*gga
I'm 'bout to leave his body bloody like a maxi, n*gga
I tax these n*ggas, get at these n*ggas, attack these n*ggas
The venom is arachne, n*gga
I'm 'bout kill da man and da man that done backed these n*ggas
And blam any man that'll try to dap you n*ggas
And clap any stan fan that attract you n*ggas
See ya daddy was a musician that never made it
'Cause when you was born n*gga 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 sh*t to my son"
n*gga I'ma flossy n*gga
They try to toss me n*gga
The 45th I get em off me n*gga
I block n*ggas Chris Bosh these n*ggas
I got figures pish posh to n*ggas
I dump n*ggas, jump, criss cross these n*ggas
The pump leave 'em slumped, in the car seat n*gga
The skunk in the trunk was an awkward n*gga
That thought he didn't need to have caution with him
A cornball with a Boston fitted
I said hold up my n*gga man this sh*t crazy
You f*cked AYLEK$ man that sh*t crazy
n*gga said he out here running threesomes with the
n*gga that's in court dealing with the kid cases
I'ma hit a stain then I hit a bad one
Pull up on the n*gga hold em up for ransom
I got five plaques this year, you did a whole song with Eminem and still don't even have one n*gga
Damn, my lil homie that’s a bad one n*gga
Really feel bad for you it's a sad one n*gga
Hold your head steady maybe you could have one n*gga
Hit me for a hook and maybe get a plaque young n*gga
Shout go out to Wayno and Ak my n*gga
Tomorrow they'll be talking 'bout you got smacked young n*gga
From the pack my n*gga
I'm keeping this sh*t a stack, my n*gga
That "Litty" verse was wack, my n*gga
They go hard my dawg, but I go harder n*gga
Atcha head with the fade like a barber n*gga
Try to come for the boat and I'ma harbor n*ggas
Be smart like a Harvard n*gga don't start with n*ggas
And he got a problem with us
But n*gga, I know how to solve it n*gga
This is my son
I'ma tell 'em like Star Wars, "Lucas, I am your father" n*gga
You a perpetrating, work for hire, twerk for payment
Busta Rhyme 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*gga that be placed for A-list, n*ggas 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 sh*tty as 6ix9ine's
But this time they ain’t really letting me get by
f*ck I'm finna do with this sh*t now?
Damn I know this n*gga finna be wild
Knowin' this n*gga 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 n*ggas beats now
I ain't never ever trapped
I ain't never slung a gat
But the world don't know so f*ck it, I'm a G now"
Man, what the f*ck wrong with him?
I know something wrong with him
I got a hundred bunch o' bullets 'bout to put 'em all in him
n*gga walked in with a hundred rounds in him
And he's seen a n*gga chicken I was comin' down in it
Glock nine n*gga gotta run around with it
I'ma son a n*gga, keep it at least one-a-round with it
Backpack n*ggas ain't sellin' no records
Better dumb it down with it when you come around with it
[Outro]
This sh*t is easy man
Yo it's crazy n*gga
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 n*ggas in my status that come down just to, you know, to come down and spank you n*ggas, pause man
It's crazy, but you know
I'ma do for you what n*ggas didn't do for me - that's older brother status
So if you blow from this point on, I'm your cosign n*gga, you know what it is
Ayy Slow, that's facts right?
Big facts, word to Ralph, n*gga, word to big Jevante too, n*gga
You know what's going on n*gga-, you know what the f*ck's going on, n*gga
One Umbrella gang, n*gga