[intro: media montage] |
its one of the crazier stories weve heard of, guys (i know) |
as its unfolding its like-fuck tory lanez, okay? now, im from houston, and hes from, bro |
and to think the whole night unfolded on social media |
you are the alleged shooter of megan thee stallion |
instagram, in the pool with kylie jenner |
was she backtracking with what she said originally? |
you know, maybe thats why we dont have a report |
donkey of the day |
some bitches trying to take up for tory and "its more to the story," bitch, it aint-there aint nothing to the story |
tory lanez got a lot of bad press |
serious, hes gon get deported |
donkey of the day for friday august 21st goes to daystar peterson |
so they got pulled over and she had been shot already, great |
donkey of the day |
what im looking like, he looking at the police and then shot her? |
niggas like that, you a sucker, hes the king sucker, hes the biggest sucker in the industry (facts) |
we gotta talk about tory lanez and megan thee stallion |
kaash is looking for you, dawg |
because the police came out saying, "we didnt even know she was shot" |
guess who i believe? megan |
the best thing for tory lanez is for real he needs to just begone |
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[interlude: tory lanez] |
im done with this, you gotta know the truth |
[verse: tory lanez] |
ayy, they rather see me in the cell |
like how he posted out with $30,000 bail? |
im the goat, yall niggas know i made that dope float on the scale |
i had them hoes going crazy, fiends cracking, going pale |
they know im real, i got that flow, its on sale if you need a rush |
coke blowin out my fiends nose like the speaker bus |
hoe caught me dd up, talk down, we ting up |
megan people trying to frame me for a shooting |
but them boys aint clean enough |
i see how they teamin up, watchin and im calculatin |
gotta keep it quiet, i cant jeopardize the outcome waitin |
seein certain niggas hatin, like, how this nigga hatin? |
i done gave these people so much features, made these niggas famous |
they was on the blog saying im canceled from this entertainment |
i was on that spotify like 30 million monthly listeners, im fucking going crazy |
and my fans support me brazy, everything i dos for you, i promise ill be on it daily |
i got nothin but love to spread, but niggas hate me |
hurt my heart to see them twitter fingers come from kehlanis and kaash paiges |
but i flipped the switch, im gripping money at that fast pay |
and dont ask me for shit when it get real, thats my last favor |
cant cry now cause ima laugh later |
girl, you had the nerve to write that statement on that affidavit |
knowin i aint do it but im comin at my truest |
tryna keep this shit two hunnid with you, shorty, i cant prove it |
but them people in yo ear, they the true ones that i fear |
they really got you thinkin tory lanez would do you in for real |
dont forget you was my bitch, i held it down and kept it real |
i would never paint no fake picture of you just for some mills |
and i thought you was solid too, but look at how you doin me |
look at how you doin me, people trying to ruin me |
and whats even worse is im still thinkin about you and me |
how you going live my birthday with all your jewelry to try to make some fool of me? |
but i love you hard so ima cool it b |
cause i was coolin right with cuban, b, that was a stupid me |
somehow im still down to renegotiate the unity |
my heart is some foolery, the shit is just confusin me |
im going through these phases, but i gotta stack that paper |
and the real estate niggas hatin, took me off that application |
but when they took that from me, they really took that from my baby |
what the fuck im finna say to his old lady? |
what the fuck yall mean, my son dont need a house? |
my baby momma dont need safety? |
and even though i got the payment, the real estate niggas still hating |
cause he watching me all on the news, but i aint charged with no cases |
say the owner say my case is looking crazy, how the fuck that even make sense? |
new times turn to past tense |
all i want is straight cash, niggas say i lack sense |
star player, herein lies coming from the back bench |
kill or be killed, thats the reason i dont have friends |
niggas lying on the crodie, niggas saying im deported |
oh, now im 53? niggas saying im a shorty |
but lil bitch im 57, money on me side-steppin |
and if i stand on my wallet you can see my thighs in heaven |
one umbrella gang and when we come back, dont you try reppin |
fore i let these niggas breathe, i gotta teach a couple lessons |
gotta see a couple questions: how the fuck you get shot in your foot, dont hit no bones or tendons? |
how the fuck your team is tryna to pay me in some whole millions? |
i just lost like 10 million dollars because this cold business |
but i got like 10 million followers thats gon roll with me |
fans that support me because they know my heart |
so i dont give a shit if shorty know jigga |
i was taught to beat the block |
eeny meeny miney in these streets, and so my nina cocked |
niggas, yall can play me, yall can frame me, but ima reach the top |
i would never put you in no danger, and if i did, you wouldve said it when you seen the cops |
ayy, lamborghini bands and they coming out the floor |
fff, hit the fan when im pulling out the dough-oh |
i would never fall out with niggas over hoes, ayy |
money over fall outs, my nigga, thats the code-oh |
sent too many bands when i pulled up to the coast |
better have my bands when i pull up to the door-oh |
niggas cant believe i done pulled up in a ghost |
and i dont ever wanna fuck with yall no more, g |
i got bad bitches tryna have a orgy |
keep umbrellas for the days it get stormy |
i pour the henny for my niggas, thats before me |
my outfit fly, you gotta seat out by the floor seats |
she tatted me all on her face cause she adore me |
they talking petty bout me but they looking corny |
i had to fight for mine, nigga, you were sworn in |
and god bless me when i wake up every morning |