Litty Freestyle
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LETRA
Litty Freestyle
[Verse 1]
What’s up with you R&B niggas tryna turn rappers and trappers (Joyner)
You should just stay in your lane, bro, you sound like Parappa the Rapper (Yeah)
I’m looking down on you and you talk to me, you should grab you a ladder
You swung at me, only jadded my bladder
Watch you disappear like you abracadabra (Poof)
Now grab me a dagger, you got some hits but you lacking a swagger (Yeah)
I’m still the shit, bitch, so that doesn’t matter
Don’t call me a kid, I’m your papi and dada (Hahaha)
You get splattered and flattered
You an’ Trippie better have you some backup (Hol’ up)
Running stimpy, looking agi’ and staggered
And when I kill ‘em, they get madder and madder
Time to get litty, bitch, f*** all that singing (Yeah)
You challenge me, what the f*** is you thinking? (Woo)
Way too much weed, what the f*** is you drinking?
I brought the tsunami, you fuck*** are sinking (Brrrat)
I’m glad that you came
Leave all that lyrical shit up to me, I’m a savage that bang
Bring al your Prada shoes back to (?) (Brrrat)
Take all that autotune back to T-Pain
I swear all you R&B rappers are strange
You okay but you ain’t nobody favorite (Yeah)
You aight but you ain’t nobody major
5’3″, you ain’t nobody dangerous (Brat)
It be that weed you were smoking
Had you feeling confident, let’s have a real conversation (Boom)
Maybe that doctor put something inside of your head
When you got your new hairline replacement (Brrrat)
[Chorus]
Why you bring my name up in the first place, Tory?
You ain’t fuc*** with me on my worst day, Tory
Wasn’t better than me when I was in first grade, Tory
We can do this every year on your birthday, Tory
Every summer, every winter, every Earth day, Tory
Every tuesday, every thursday, Tory
It’s gon’ be a motherfucking anniversary, Tory
You done fuc*** up, now you need first aid, Tory
[Verse 2]
I’m the leader of the new school with a screw loose (Woo)
All you niggas Blues Clues with a fruit juice (Woo)
Turn your Jimmy Choo shoes into Fubu, ni***
You do what you can, I do what I choose to
I get litty in this bitch for my city (Yuh)
Only few real niggas left, they ain’t many (Yuh)
They can pay me to Em, they compare you to Iggy (Oh)
They compare me to Meth, they compare you to Dizzy (Oh, oh)
I’m Leonardo da Vinci, I paint a picture with color
I already got cake and I don’t need a butler (Yeah)
We already got Drake and we don’t need another
I don’t really got space but I’ma eat your supper
You know Joyner got a hotter flow
I’ma do the Travis shit I did a while ago
I’ma do the Drake shit I did a while ago
Throw your ass off a cliff, make you say, “Geronimo”
Then you had one chance, now you slumped on
Back in the booth, make another love song
What you gon’ do when the fuc*** blunt’s gone?
‘Cause I wanted all the smoke, I ain’t even puff long
Nigga, I been packing a black MAC with it wrapped in a backpack
With a stack and I’m Mad Max in the back of the black cab
With a gat and a snapback, put a cap in yo’ back fat
Murder you in your wack little Cat in the Hat bag
Finna stab if you (?) back, and I clap at you mad fast
When you sing, you ain’t half bad, but you rapping like Ras Kass
And I bet that you mad sad ‘cause you ‘bout to get laughed at
And buried in trashbags or left in a hatchback, my ni***
Jamming in front of the cornerstore, woah
Mobbing a lot in the corridor, woah
Breaking some shit you don’t want no more
Fighting when nobody want a war
Rob at the haters, gon’ sing like the Commodores
I got some shit you ain’t saw before
(?)
Tory, you ain’t gotta hide no more
Come out and play, you my prey, you the goat, I’m a dinosaur
Oh, you wan’ hate, that’s normal
You just gonna do what you supposed to (‘Posed to)
I remember when them hoes called me old news
Now when they cheat, I’m the go-to (Joyner)
Word on the street’s I ain’t one to get close to
I was hopeless, now I’m hopefull (Yuh)
I done made my own way like I’m supposed to
All you niggas did what you was told to (Yeah)
Tory, why all your songs always sound like a rerun, ni***?
I just want my motherfucking refund, ni***
Funny looking ass, go and eat some, ni***
I ain’t never had to get my fuc*** teeth done, ni***
When I kill you, I ain’t running to you, bleed some, ni***
Oh, you wan’ be some ni***?
Me and 6ix9ine had Trippie Redd bitch on the couch
She was giving us a threesome, ni***
[Chorus]
Why you bring my name up in the first place, Tory?
You ain’t fuc*** with me on my worst day, Tory
Wasn’t better than me when I was in first grade, Tory
We can do this every year on your birthday, Tory
Every summer, every winter, every Earth day, Tory
Every tuesday, every thursday, Tory
It’s gon’ be a motherfucking anniversary, Tory
You done fuc*** up, now you need first aid, Tory