Litty (Tory Lanez Diss) lyrics

[Verse]
Ugly ass n*gga from Canada saw you on camera watch what you saying to n*ggas
I leave you bloody and that's on the beat
Get to spraying for real I ain't playing with n*ggas
Turn down the b*tches that's none of my business but ask me and I think you playing with n*ggas
Time for a b*tch all that money you yelling out gang n*gga I think you laying with n*ggas
Acting like you was Obama
I had you stretched like they viewing Osama
I took some time off for you and your drama
Poor out some liquor for you and your mama
Yeah
Grab the Glock blast a shot
If he's telling n*ggas then I had to pop
Ask the block where to smash his top if you run up on me like I'm Travis Scott
Superman with it they think it's a kill
Mention my name and they thinking they ill
n*gga ain't gangsta I swear he get caught with the work and that n*gga be singing for real
Killing and Killing
I know you young but today boy your ass gon' be leaving a will
I did an [?] before you
The pop n*gga needed a cosign and needed a deal
Don't give a f*ck bout your melodies, you hated Drake outta jealousy
f*ck is you tellin' me I end up catching a felony
Crashin' your whip like Penelope
n*gga ain't running you better be
I be in places you never be
I heard that you barkin' but n*gga you ain't in my pedigree
I'm on your heels like it's beverly
20s I'm reppin' the letter b
Whoo
Lucas did threesomes with n*ggas thats f*cking with girlies I'm thinking what's wrong with the n*gga
Thought that you had it until n*ggas turn around heard your ass just did a song with the n*gga
You got a cheque for molesting
I got a cheque from investing
Heard your ass killing, well n*gga I'm killing the killing you gotta check in with Dax
Yeah
Jag
I got attack on the dresser
n*gga I'm ready to spray
Just like an interview boss man gon' ask when you ready my n*gga I'm ready today
I pull it out and I'm bout to blast
Run up on n*ggas without the mask
All about bars plus on the island i got this sh*t feeling just like it's Alcatraz
Pushing my n*gga about to pop
I pull a gangsta up out the guy
How is you g? you surfing' the crowd
n*gga I pull a gangsta up out the sky
Pray for this n*gga he bout to die
My n*gga giving him no start
Shoot him like n*ggas got no heart
n*ggas don't even care if he bout to cry
Who you impress with them little pants?
Who you beat up with them little hands?
Must have a complex you hitting fans
n*gga must've called you a little man
Your hairline is fake boy it look like a wig
I put in work boy it look like a gig
How people out tryna say you the man?
Whole f*cking life you done looked like a kid
Yeah Jag
Red lights in the red room with the red rag on the red bed
Red rum in the red cup got my head red from a red head
Don't pull a fady we all know you bald n*gga
Next month your ass be a dread head
Cops gon' be saying he dead dead
I lay it down like a bed spread
Stunt on your ass what I mean to do
You think it's a joke
I'm bringing the smoke
Yeah I'll show your ass what a fiender do
Be up in your house like a cleaning crew
Up in your room
Black on the face
Stand in the dark like a demon do
Soon as you move throw the heat at you
We follow your steps like you Pikachu
Whoo
Test eye with the lame sh*t
Get his plane hit like he left eyed
All the bullets from the tech fly
You gon get a message from the red side
The best guy from the West side
I got people thinking he from West Eye
f*ck with me and you a dead guy
I be preaching n*ggas getting Chastised
You know that my n*ggas get busy my n*gga
Gave me a shot drowning the gang
How is you coming at Drizzy my n*gga
All of your sh*t it be sounding the same
n*gga you trippin' and get in the ring
You only focus on getting the bling
Promise that you end up kissing the ring
Ask on the West n*gga this is the King
JAG