Tory Lanez

"Suge (Remix)"

[Verse 1: Joyner Lucas]
Yeah, ain't no one colder than me (Yeah)
I'm straight from the mud, I got me a plug
And now I be rollin' with Meech (Woah, woah)
You think you the sh*t? I think you a b*t*h
Now go 'head and call the police (b*t*h)
These n***as a trip, your homie's a snitch
He'll probably be home in a week (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I hit up Tory and told him, "I know you don't like me but f**k it I'm over the beef" (Word)
Told 'em we could be friends, invited him over and gave him some soda and bleach (Haha)
They said, "Joyner you lost it"
I told them they soft
Now go take a stroll on the beach (Yeah)
n***a, I get the sauce, b*t*h, I'm a dog
Just don't get a hold of my leash (Ruff)
Y'all n***as back to the bluffin' (Blah)
Joyner get back to the bustin' (Blah)
If I do not make a few million this year then I might just go back to the hustlin'
I got me some product and I ain't gon' hide it
I might just start trappin' in public
I might go to prison and free all my n***as
That's word to Harriet Tubman

Tired of you askin' me questions, I'm sick of it (Buh, buh)
"Why you keep shuttin' sh*t down on the internet? (Grra)
Why do you have so much talent and benefits?
Why you keep droppin' your album in increments?"
A.D.H.D. is a social experiment

Who pay attention the most when they hearin' it?
You cannot stop it, there's no interferin' it
This is my moment and no one is sharin' it
n***a, I'm just gettin' started, I hit all my targets
I promise I'm very defiant (Yeah)
If I do not win the Grammy this year then I'll blow that b*t*h up and then everyone dyin' (Yeah)
I think all my sh*t is hot, if everyone think that it's not then everyone lyin'
I hope my sh*t doesn't flop, 'cause I'll put a gun to your head and make everyone buy it
I'm diggin' the hole you get buried inside (Woo), or you get buried in silence
The day that I die I get buried in diamonds
I'm killin' you n***as, you barely survivin' (Brrt, brrt, brrt, brrt)
I think I'm so high, I could marry a pilot
I'm Area 51 alien, I let my UFO fly in, it's scary and violent

I shut down the planet, you hearin' the sirens (Buh, buh)
I'm very excited and you shouldn't bother (Woo)
Joyner got too many problems (Word)
I told that little b*t*h that I'm down with a threesome as long as it's you and your mama (Yeah)
I ain't got no patience, I love to get dirty
But f**k it I'm cool with the drama (Cool)
When n***as be hatin', I tell them, "No worries my n***a, Hakuna Matata"
I don't wear Prada, just bring me a white tee (Buh)
I bust some Margiela's, I still wear the Nikes (Grra, grra)

I roll with some hitters, I know you don't like me
I sh*t on you n***as, now bring me some wipeys (Grra, grra)
You think I'm a killer? Well maybe I might be
I ain't got no feelings I dare you to fight me (Buh)
I'll swing with a left but I'm really a righty
Get pu**y and money, it barely excites me
I'm ready, don't try me, so bow
f**k all you pricks
You cannot harm me, I think you a b*t*h
You think I'm corny? I think I'm the sh*t
When she get horny, she tickle my d**k
When I was broke, I would think like I'm rich
'Til I f**ked up my credit and hit me a lick (Woo, woo, woo)
Then I got me some money to get me a crib
And then blew it on b*t*hes from Plenty of Fish (f**k was I thinkin'?)
I'm goin' back to the streets (Yeah)
If Freddy and Jason had babies, my n***a I promise then that would be me (Word)
n***as all in my honey and actin' all funny, I think I'm attracted to bees
They told me that I changed, I looked in the mirror like what the f**k happened to me?
Ever since I done came up, these n***as been so in their feelings
They countin' my pockets I know that it's killin' 'em
Don't tell me you proud when you know that you jealous
The money keep pilin' I know that you smell it
You think you entitled? Well suck on a d**k and I hope that you swallow
And that's how I'm feelin', put that on the Bible
Don't call me your family, you know you're my rival I do what I gotta
Now turn the f**kin' TV up, I'm in the media
And ain't nobody wanna see me up, a n***a heating up
I'm like a sickle cell anemia, I really mean it
But I'm 'bout to slow a n***a breathin' up, I think he's seen enough (Buh, buh, buh)
I go to hell, I f**k a demon up, I think I'm mean enough
To beat a n***a with Adidas 'til I f**k the sneakers up (Yeah)
I'll sucker-punch you when I'm sneakin' up
You couldn't see me but I had to hit 'em like a meteor (Boom, boom, boom)
And make 'em giddy up, to get the trunk
And I went from nothing to somethin'
I fell in love with the guns and I got a hundred and one (Brrratat)
And like every day that I'm bustin' I'm putting one in your stomach
I got 'em jumping and running, you better cover and duck (Brrratat)
And I'm not the one to be f**ked with
I'm not the one that you think you could do whatever you want to (Brrratat)
There's gonna be repercussions
The enemies know what's up and I'm up at three in the mornin'
When you be sleepin' and yawnin', you know the evil be callin' (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Somebody better call the ambulance or the E-M-T (Yeah)
n***a, I'm the bomb like T-N-T
Bet I roll up on a n***a with a G-M-C (Brrat, brrat, brrat, brrat)
Get to clappin' on 'em, end of it, the E-N-D
Call the plug, tell him that I want at least ten keys
Now I'm back in business, E-P-M-D (Woo)
Couldn't walk in my shoes with a street stampede
Can't walk this way, I Run D-M-C (Yeah, yeah)
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