Joyner Lucas & Tory Lanez - Suge (Remix)

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  • The Barnacle
    The Barnacle  2 hours back

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    • David Simo
      David Simo  9 hours back

      [Verse 2: Tory Lanez]
      Pack in the mail, I sit it down and it's crackin' the scale
      Had to switch position from the kitchen, nigga, I was flippin' like a spatula there
      Pretty Ricky with them bitches, when I'm hittin' long as a dread on spectacular hair
      Here shit, light shit, white whip, open up it look like a packet of mayo
      I'm back in Rodeo, fuckin' up the check and chuckin' up the set
      And I'm back off the layover, pay-over way over niggas
      No slumber but a nigga stay over, nigga
      Your bitch is with me 'til the day-day, AK loaded up the same way
      Chain swang, white person screamin' out, "Gang gang!"
      Slide or kick, Jet Li or Liu K-K-Kang (Wah!)
      I got a Little B, he got me based God like brring, ding, ding
      Got a main dame, Audemar, and that's my main thang
      Got a Rollie watch, her name Jane but she plain plain, so we call her plain Jane
      Over her, I let it bang-bang like the fingers twistin' on a gang member sittin' in the chain gang
      Nigga, please, I got old nigga cheese, y'all got hoe nigga knees
      Can't let a faux nigga roll up, put a hole in your shit then let the ho nigga leave, man
      Y'all niggas know a nigga T-O-R-Y, all my niggas got paws and they're always for the free
      "O" for the fee, if a nigga throw a couple Gs, get a little nigga smoked for the free, man
      1-5-0, first show, nigga, that's how I go, I was chosen with those melodies
      Niggas hatin', I've been goin' up with those enemies
      And the snakes keep blowin' it with those in the breeze
      I'm up to no good, my boy's in the hood
      With no young Jeezy, and no Jody Breezy, could blow 40 Gs
      Still come back, who the fuck lookin' like the Ol' Dirty B from the Wu-Tang, nigga?
      I could say nothin' on a motherfuckin' track, still go back plat' like Pootie Tang, nigga
      Do your thing, nigga, hoppin' in the Mulsanne
      Hotter than a blue flame lit up in the full tank, nigga
      Man niggas better hide, niggas what, niggas what?
      Nigga, niggas at the bottom of the food chain, nigga
      Nigga so lame, can't crew hang, nigga, can't crew bang with ya, can't move a thang with ya'
      See a little bad bitch walkin' down the block, but she lookin' at me 'cause your crew can't get her
      I'm a dominator, moderator
      Pass your chick like hot potato
      Police non-cooperator
      I won't tolerate a bitch that's talkin' crazy, not me, lil' nigga
      I be on the beach with the sea, lil' nigga
      I been triplin' up the doubles and threes, lil' nigga
      Livin' it up with the women up in Vis, lil' nigga
      Give it up all my niggas is tuckin', I hope a nigga's duckin'
      I been drippin' and drippin' like a nigga's tippin' the bucket
      I been whippin' these bitches and stickin' out my dick in public
      They be lickin' a nigga to get to familiar fuckin'
      I be fuckin' these women in ten-percent'd tinted windows
      And I'm yellin' and tellin' I gotta get it, get to steppin'
      I'm reppin' Umbrella forever, my niggas in abundance
      I'm fly as propellers, you jealous
      And if a nigga comin', I'm eatin' these niggas like ketchup and relish on a bun
      I got the money to fund the wonders of what I wanted
      And when I want it, I wanna feel like you can't front on it
      I got your ex-chick and your next chick on a pole in my livin' room floor tryin' to dance all on it
      As long as I can put my hands all on her, she said: "Handstand, a handstand'' and landed on it
      I said damn, had to put it in her head, I ain't droppin' no bread
      This is not that Gretel and the Hansel story
      Got a Coupe full of hoes and the hose in the Coupe
      To the Lamborghini doors to the floors and the roof
      When I'm goin' in the booth, I'm exposin' the globe to the truth
      They be knowin', I be showin' up with proof
      Any faux nigga, any ho nigga, any low Joe Schmoe nigga better know
      When I unload Get Low, Get Low, Get Low like Lil' Jon and the Eastside Boyz, nigga
      And my lil' bitch type thick, uh
      Neck is freezy as a ice-pick, uh
      Out of sect just like a high kick, uh
      Niggas gonna copy my style like a right click
      All of my dogs'll kill you like Mike Vick
      Light that pistol, put that boy in a Heimlich
      I was handin' them Ls to Joyner and Don for comin' out actin' too lightskin
      Nigga, I'm back in the Bentley, applyin' the pressure
      Spittin' bunch of flyin' and firin' embers
      So fuckin' hot, you'd think I died in the desert
      Came back to fuck up your entire endeavor
      You tryin' me? Never; your squad will get shot if ya try and be clever
      My diamonds forever, designin' and linin' a bed up
      Then give 'em a choice: which one you want die with, the .9 or Beretta?
      I'm sorry for being intolerant, I got this violent temper
      I like when I'm cold, I shoot a nigga, make him die in December
      You been a bitch, as long as I can remember
      You sayin' that you're gang, them niggas keep talkin'
      I promise I'll silence your members then quiet your temple
      While firing bullets that fly at your mental and pry at your denim
      I'll hire somebody to fire the jet up then get up and send a shooter that'll fly if you rattle
      I promise I'm high on momentum
      Might think it's a setup, but find me a nigga
      Might line that nigga for the paper
      Let the hitter get to foldin', origami the nigga
      The Louie luggage bustin' down on ya nigga
      But true we thuggin', no insomnia, nigga
      I'm really a top 3...

      • David Simo
        David Simo  9 hours back

        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 shit? I think you a bitch
        Now go 'head and call the police (Bitch)
        These niggas'll 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 fuck 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)
        Nigga, I get the sauce, bitch, I'm a dog
        Just don't get a hold of my leash (Ruff)
        Y'all niggas 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 niggas
        That's word to Harriet Tubman
        Tired of you askin' me questions, I'm sick of it (Buh, buh)
        "Why you keep shuttin' shit 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
        Nigga, 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 bitch up and then everyone dyin' (Yeah)
        I think all my shit is hot, if everyone think that it's not then everyone lyin'
        I hope my shit 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), all you get buried in silence
        The day that I die I get buried in diamonds
        I'm killin' you niggas, 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 bitch 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 fuck it I'm cool with the drama (Cool)
        When niggas be hatin', I tell them no worries my nigga, 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 shit on you niggas, 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 pussy and money, it barely excites me
        I'm ready, don't try me, so bow
        Fuck all you pricks
        You cannot harm me, I think you a bitch
        You think I'm corny? I think I'm the shit
        When she get horny, she think of my dick
        When I was broke, I would think like I'm rich
        'Til I fucked 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 bitches from Plenty of Fish (Fuck was I thinkin'?)
        I'm goin' back to the streets (Yeah)
        If Freddy and Jason had babies, my nigga I promise then that would be me (Word)
        Niggas 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 fuck happened to me?
        Ever since I done came up, these niggas 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 dick 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 fuckin' TV up, I'm in the media
        And ain't nobody wanna see me up, a nigga heating up
        I'm like a sickle cell anemia, I really mean it
        But I'm 'bout to slow a nigga breathin' up, I think he's seen enough (Buh, buh, buh)
        I go to hell, I fuck a demon up, I think I'm mean enough
        To beat a nigga with Adidas 'til I fuck 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 fucked 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)
        Nigga, I'm the bomb like T-N-T
        Bet I roll up on a nigga 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)

        • juscode1 gmail
          juscode1 gmail  10 hours back

          This nigga really said "oxygen left the chat" 4:23 -5:09

          • David Bryant
            David Bryant  10 hours back

            🔥 🔥🔥

            • dan mills
              dan mills  10 hours back

              Joyner please get Dax on some your songs period. The 2 of you would kill the game in the best way possible.

              • Lazz the Wolf
                Lazz the Wolf  13 hours back

                Get the fuck outta here lol

                • Pittsburgh Wolves
                  Pittsburgh Wolves  14 hours back

                  5:33 best verse from Tory

                  • Evgeny Egerev
                    Evgeny Egerev  14 hours back

                    i went to the forest to pick some wood for my fire but i found this song, so i dont need longer wood to make my steak on pure fire

                    • Trey Daniels
                      Trey Daniels  14 hours back

                      He be killin errbodys beat💪🏿💪🏿💪🏿

                      • Marina Jaguaribe
                        Marina Jaguaribe  15 hours back

                        [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 shit? I think you a bitch
                        Now go 'head and call the police (Bitch)
                        These niggas'll 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 fuck 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)
                        Nigga, I get the sauce, bitch, I'm a dog
                        Just don't get a hold of my leash (Ruff)
                        Y'all niggas 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 niggas
                        That's word to Harriet Tubman
                        Tired of you askin' me questions, I'm sick of it (Buh, buh)
                        "Why you keep shuttin' shit 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
                        Nigga, 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 bitch up and then everyone dyin' (Yeah)
                        I think all my shit is hot, if everyone think that it's not then everyone lyin'
                        I hope my shit 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), all you get buried in silence
                        The day that I die I get buried in diamonds
                        I'm killin' you niggas, 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 bitch 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 fuck it I'm cool with the drama (Cool)
                        When niggas be hatin', I tell them no worries my nigga, 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 shit on you niggas, 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 pussy and money, it barely excites me
                        I'm ready, don't try me, so bow
                        Fuck all you pricks
                        You cannot harm me, I think you a bitch
                        You think I'm corny? I think I'm the shit
                        When she get horny, she think of my dick
                        When I was broke, I would think like I'm rich
                        'Til I fucked 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 bitches from Plenty of Fish (Fuck was I thinkin'?)
                        I'm goin' back to the streets (Yeah)
                        If Freddy and Jason had babies, my nigga I promise then that would be me (Word)
                        Niggas 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 fuck happened to me?
                        Ever since I done came up, these niggas 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 dick 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 fuckin' TV up, I'm in the media
                        And ain't nobody wanna see me up, a nigga heating up
                        I'm like a sickle cell anemia, I really mean it
                        But I'm 'bout to slow a nigga breathin' up, I think he's seen enough (Buh, buh, buh)
                        I go to hell, I fuck a demon up, I think I'm mean enough
                        To beat a nigga with Adidas 'til I fuck 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 fucked 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)
                        Nigga, I'm the bomb like T-N-T
                        Bet I roll up on a nigga 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)

                        • Marina Jaguaribe
                          Marina Jaguaribe  15 hours back

                          [Verse 2: Tory Lanez]
                          Pack in the mail, I sit it down and it's crackin' the scale
                          Had to switch position from the kitchen, nigga, I was flippin' like a spatula there
                          Pretty Ricky with them bitches, when I'm hittin' long as a dread on spectacular hair
                          Here shit, light shit, white whip, open up it look like a packet of mayo
                          I'm back in Rodeo, fuckin' up the check and chuckin' up the set
                          And I'm back off the layover, pay-over way over niggas
                          No slumber but a nigga stay over, nigga
                          Your bitch is with me 'til the day-day, AK loaded up the same way
                          Chain swang, white person screamin' out, "Gang gang!"
                          Slide or kick, Jet Li or Liu K-K-Kang (Wah!)
                          I got a Little B, he got me based God like brring, ding, ding
                          Got a main dame, Audemar, and that's my main thang
                          Got a Rollie watch, her name Jane but she plain plain, so we call her plain Jane
                          Over her, I let it bang-bang like the fingers twistin' on a gang member sittin' in the chain gang
                          Nigga, please, I got old nigga cheese, y'all got hoe nigga knees
                          Can't let a faux nigga roll up, put a hole in your shit then let the ho nigga leave, man
                          Y'all niggas know a nigga T-O-R-Y, all my niggas got paws and they're always for the free
                          "O" for the fee, if a nigga throw a couple Gs, get a little nigga smoked for the free, man
                          1-5-0, first show, nigga, that's how I go, I was chosen with those melodies
                          Niggas hatin', I've been goin' up with those enemies
                          And the snakes keep blowin' it with those in the breeze
                          I'm up to no good, my boy's in the hood
                          With no young Jeezy, and no Jody Breezy, could blow 40 Gs
                          Still come back, who the fuck lookin' like the Ol' Dirty B from the Wu-Tang, nigga?
                          I could say nothin' on a motherfuckin' track, still go back plat' like Pootie Tang, nigga
                          Do your thing, nigga, hoppin' in the Mulsanne
                          Hotter than a blue flame lit up in the full tank, nigga
                          Man niggas better hide, niggas what, niggas what?
                          Nigga, niggas at the bottom of the food chain, nigga
                          Nigga so lame, can't crew hang, nigga, can't crew bang with ya, can't move a thang with ya'
                          See a little bad bitch walkin' down the block, but she lookin' at me 'cause your crew can't get her
                          I'm a dominator, moderator
                          Pass your chick like hot potato
                          Police non-cooperator
                          I won't tolerate a bitch that's talkin' crazy, not me, lil' nigga
                          I be on the beach with the sea, lil' nigga
                          I been triplin' up the doubles and threes, lil' nigga
                          Livin' it up with the women up in Vis, lil' nigga
                          Give it up all my niggas is tuckin', I hope a nigga's duckin'
                          I been drippin' and drippin' like a nigga's tippin' the bucket
                          I been whippin' these bitches and stickin' out my dick in public
                          They be lickin' a nigga to get to familiar fuckin'
                          I be fuckin' these women in ten-percent'd tinted windows
                          And I'm yellin' and tellin' I gotta get it, get to steppin'
                          I'm reppin' Umbrella forever, my niggas in abundance
                          I'm fly as propellers, you jealous
                          And if a nigga comin', I'm eatin' these niggas like ketchup and relish on a bun
                          I got the money to fund the wonders of what I wanted
                          And when I want it, I wanna feel like you can't front on it
                          I got your ex-chick and your next chick on a pole in my livin' room floor tryin' to dance all on it
                          As long as I can put my hands all on her, she said: "Handstand, a handstand'' and landed on it
                          I said damn, had to put it in her head, I ain't droppin' no bread
                          This is not that Gretel and the Hansel story
                          Got a Coupe full of hoes and the hose in the Coupe
                          To the Lamborghini doors to the floors and the roof
                          When I'm goin' in the booth, I'm exposin' the globe to the truth
                          They be knowin', I be showin' up with proof
                          Any faux nigga, any ho nigga, any low Joe Schmoe nigga better know
                          When I unload Get Low, Get Low, Get Low like Lil' Jon and the Eastside Boyz, nigga
                          And my lil' bitch type thick, uh
                          Neck is freezy as a ice-pick, uh
                          Out of sect just like a high kick, uh
                          Niggas gonna copy my style like a right click
                          All of my dogs'll kill you like Mike Vick
                          Light that pistol, put that boy in a Heimlich
                          I was handin' them Ls to Joyner and Don for comin' out actin' too lightskin
                          Nigga, I'm back in the Bentley, applyin' the pressure
                          Spittin' bunch of flyin' and firin' embers
                          So fuckin' hot, you'd think I died in the desert
                          Came back to fuck up your entire endeavor
                          You tryin' me? Never; your squad will get shot if ya try and be clever
                          My diamonds forever, designin' and linin' a bed up
                          Then give 'em a choice: which one you want die with, the .9 or Beretta?
                          I'm sorry for being intolerant, I got this violent temper
                          I like when I'm cold, I shoot a nigga, make him die in December
                          You been a bitch, as long as I can remember
                          You sayin' that you're gang, them niggas keep talkin'
                          I promise I'll silence your members then quiet your temple
                          While firing bullets that fly at your mental and pry at your denim
                          I'll hire somebody to fire the jet up then get up and send a shooter that'll fly if you rattle
                          I promise I'm high on momentum
                          Might think it's a setup, but find me a nigga
                          Might line that nigga for the paper
                          Let the hitter get to foldin', origami the nigga
                          The Louie luggage bustin' down on ya nigga
                          But true we thuggin', no insomnia, nigga
                          I'm really a top 3...

                          [Outro: Tory Lanez]
                          Man, hold on, I'm just rappin' too much, man, fuck this shit

                      • chuy estrada
                        chuy estrada  15 hours back

                        2:20 Joyner, you really need a break.

                        • Scion Parangosky
                          Scion Parangosky  16 hours back

                          I think Eminem would have big respect

                          • Scion Parangosky
                            Scion Parangosky  16 hours back

                            Handing them Ls to Joyner but I think they both killed this

                            • Notorious D.I.G.
                              Notorious D.I.G.  16 hours back

                              If you think they rappin' fast now, put the playback speed on 2. Then put it on 0.25 and then it's like their drunk.

                              • FEXR DEXR
                                FEXR DEXR  17 hours back

                                *Eminem has joined the chat* *listens to this song* *Eminem has left the chat.....* Eminem is no longer the rap god

                                • Mubarak Widaa
                                  Mubarak Widaa  17 hours back

                                  The Game's yours Son, Pitch in with j.cole, Hop on that Shit.

                                  • Akash Pawar
                                    Akash Pawar  19 hours back

                                    Heard Tori was a gay bird. Then he a hoe before bro, trying to kill str8 males, jealousy
                                    delivered is a feminine emotion.
                                    I got you dudes rapping like we
                                    R in 2020

                                    • Michael Vazquez
                                      Michael Vazquez  19 hours back

                                      The artists that beef with each other will really make a masterpiece together lol

                                      • Calvin Sneed
                                        Calvin Sneed  21 hours back

                                        Why you got 100 lungs and Tory got 10

                                        • Anthony Dallas
                                          Anthony Dallas  22 hours back

                                          Can we get this on Spotify like ASAP please

                                          • Julius V. Henson
                                            Julius V. Henson  22 hours back

                                            This shit trash... both banana boat asss niggas...

                                            • L2
                                              L2  14 hours back

                                              ur trash

                                          • mohamed chebni
                                            mohamed chebni  23 hours back

                                            fucking Joyner lucas
                                            keep going

                                            • oof oof
                                              oof oof  23 hours back

                                              joyner:i bet I can rap faster than you

                                              tory:cap

                                              joyner:alright bet

                                              me:CAN YALL BREATHE ARE YALL OKAY?

                                              • Minuscoon Windfoot
                                                Minuscoon Windfoot  1 days back

                                                this is how my leg feel when I've been sitting on the toilet for too long

                                                • Hurricane Parro
                                                  Hurricane Parro  1 days back

                                                  Joyner Lucas look like one of The Undertaker Druids in his background🤣 #JustSaying

                                                  • Leiden 75
                                                    Leiden 75  1 days back

                                                    Where's the guy who drops the lyrics?

                                                    • TOF
                                                      TOF  1 days back

                                                      [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 shit? I think you a bitch
                                                      Now go 'head and call the police (Bitch)
                                                      These niggas'll 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 fuck 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)
                                                      Nigga, I get the sauce, bitch, I'm a dog
                                                      Just don't get a hold of my leash (Ruff)
                                                      Y'all niggas 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 niggas
                                                      That's word to Harriet Tubman
                                                      Tired of you askin' me questions, I'm sick of it (Buh, buh)
                                                      "Why you keep shuttin' shit 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
                                                      Nigga, 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 bitch up and then everyone dyin' (Yeah)
                                                      I think all my shit is hot, if everyone think that it's not then everyone lyin'
                                                      I hope my shit 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), all you get buried in silence
                                                      The day that I die I get buried in diamonds
                                                      I'm killin' you niggas, 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 bitch 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 fuck it I'm cool with the drama (Cool)
                                                      When niggas be hatin', I tell them no worries my nigga, 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 shit on you niggas, 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 pussy and money, it barely excites me
                                                      I'm ready, don't try me, so bow
                                                      Fuck all you pricks
                                                      You cannot harm me, I think you a bitch
                                                      You think I'm corny? I think I'm the shit
                                                      When she get horny, she think of my dick
                                                      When I was broke, I would think like I'm rich
                                                      'Til I fucked 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 bitches from Plenty of Fish (Fuck was I thinkin'?)
                                                      I'm goin' back to the streets (Yeah)
                                                      If Freddy and Jason had babies, my nigga I promise then that would be me (Word)
                                                      Niggas 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 fuck happened to me?
                                                      Ever since I done came up, these niggas 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 dick 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 fuckin' TV up, I'm in the media
                                                      And ain't nobody wanna see me up, a nigga heating up
                                                      I'm like a sickle cell anemia, I really mean it
                                                      But I'm 'bout to slow a nigga breathin' up, I think he's seen enough (Buh, buh, buh)
                                                      I go to hell, I fuck a demon up, I think I'm mean enough
                                                      To beat a nigga with Adidas 'til I fuck 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 fucked 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)
                                                      Nigga, I'm the bomb like T-N-T
                                                      Bet I roll up on a nigga 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)

                                                      • Heroborn Music
                                                        Heroborn Music  1 days back

                                                        Yo he goes so dam hard and so does tory SHEEESH

                                                        • argin kara
                                                          argin kara  1 days back

                                                          5.7k mumble heads lmao

                                                          • urosaurus
                                                            urosaurus  1 days back

                                                            Too bad this track had Tory Lanez on it

                                                            • ジSmiLe
                                                              ジSmiLe  1 days back

                                                              Original better

                                                              • LuckyzzFN
                                                                LuckyzzFN  1 days back

                                                                is this a diss track?

                                                                • Red.Falcon97
                                                                  Red.Falcon97  1 days back

                                                                  2:20 when you’re in the middle of your presentation and the teacher holds up the 1 minute left sign.

                                                                  • Cross!sans
                                                                    Cross!sans  1 days back

                                                                    Joyner and Tory thanks for the most fire song its lit

                                                                    • Jeff Hayet
                                                                      Jeff Hayet  1 days back

                                                                      I can snap way harder then this JOYNER!! let me get a REMIX either with you or T. I'm telling you... I just entered kato contest. and Ima win that shit

                                                                      • Kill.With.Looks N.L.K
                                                                        Kill.With.Looks N.L.K  1 days back

                                                                        (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 shit? I think you a bitch
                                                                        Now go 'head and call the police
                                                                        Bitch These niggas'll 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 fuck 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 Nigga, I get the sauce, bitch, I'm a dog Just don't get a hold of my leash Ruff Y'all niggas 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 niggas That's word to Harriet Tubman Tired of you askin me questions, I'm sick of it Buh, buh
                                                                        "Why you keep shuttin' shit down on the internet? Grra Why do you have so much talent and benefits?
                                                                        Why you keep droppin your album in increments?"
                                                                        (🎶My favorite part🎶)
                                                                        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
                                                                        Nigga, 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 bitch up and then everyone dyin' Yeah I think all my shit is hot, if everyone think that it's not then everyone lyin' I hope my shit 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, all you get buried in silence The day that I die I get buried in diamonds I'm killin' you niggas, 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 bitch 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 fuck it I'm cool with the drama Cool When niggas be hatin', I tell them no worries my nigga, 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 shit on you niggas, 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 pussy and money, it barely excites me I'm ready, don't try me, so bow Fuck all you pricks You cannot harm me, I think you a bitch You think I'm corny? I think I'm the shit When she get horny, she think of my dick When I was broke, I would think like I'm rich 'Til I fucked 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 bitches from Plenty of Fish Fuck was I thinkin'? I'm goin' back to the streets Yeah If Freddy and Jason had babies, my nigga I promise then that would be me Word Niggas 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 fuck happened to me? Ever since I done came up, these niggas 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 dick 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 fuckin' TV up, I'm in the media And ain't nobody wanna see me up, a nigga heating up
                                                                        I'm like a sickle cell anemia, I really mean it But I'm 'bout to slow a nigga breathin' up, I think he's seen enough Buh, buh, buh I go to hell, I fuck a demon up, I think I'm mean enough To beat a nigga with Adidas 'til I fuck the sneakers up
                                                                        I Yeah'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 Brrrata 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 fucked 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 Nigga, I'm the bomb like T-N-T Bet I roll up on a nigga 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


                                                                        (I got tired sorry Tory, but you had to get left off bad & bougie

                                                                        • Joey Lopez
                                                                          Joey Lopez  1 days back

                                                                          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 shit? I think you a bitch
                                                                          Now go 'head and call the police (Bitch)
                                                                          These niggas'll 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 fuck 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)
                                                                          Nigga, I get the sauce, bitch, I'm a dog
                                                                          Just don't get a hold of my leash (Ruff)
                                                                          Y'all niggas 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 niggas
                                                                          That's word to Harriet Tubman
                                                                          Tired of you askin' me questions, I'm sick of it (Buh, buh)
                                                                          "Why you keep shuttin' shit 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
                                                                          Nigga, 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 bitch up and then everyone dyin' (Yeah)
                                                                          I think all my shit is hot, if everyone think that it's not then everyone lyin'
                                                                          I hope my shit 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), all you get buried in silence
                                                                          The day that I die I get buried in diamonds
                                                                          I'm killin' you niggas, 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 bitch 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 fuck it I'm cool with the drama (Cool)
                                                                          When niggas be hatin', I tell them no worries my nigga, 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 shit on you niggas, 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 pussy and money, it barely excites me
                                                                          I'm ready, don't try me, so bow
                                                                          Fuck all you pricks
                                                                          You cannot harm me, I think you a bitch
                                                                          You think I'm corny? I think I'm the shit
                                                                          When she get horny, she think of my dick
                                                                          When I was broke, I would think like I'm rich
                                                                          'Til I fucked 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 bitches from Plenty of Fish (Fuck was I thinkin'?)
                                                                          I'm goin' back to the streets (Yeah)
                                                                          If Freddy and Jason had babies, my nigga I promise then that would be me (Word)
                                                                          Niggas 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 fuck happened to me?
                                                                          Ever since I done came up, these niggas 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 dick 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 fuckin' TV up, I'm in the media
                                                                          And ain't nobody wanna see me up, a nigga heating up
                                                                          I'm like a sickle cell anemia, I really mean it
                                                                          But I'm 'bout to slow a nigga breathin' up, I think he's seen enough (Buh, buh, buh)
                                                                          I go to hell, I fuck a demon up, I think I'm mean enough
                                                                          To beat a nigga with Adidas 'til I fuck 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 fucked 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)
                                                                          Nigga, I'm the bomb like T-N-T
                                                                          Bet I roll up on a nigga 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)

                                                                          • KO KI
                                                                            KO KI  1 days back

                                                                            DO YOU HERE THE FUC*EN PANDA BACKGROUND MUSIC

                                                                            • We are galaxy
                                                                              We are galaxy  1 days back

                                                                              Last time I checked Tory was a singer from his hit songs:
                                                                              Say it &more

                                                                            • Sultan A.
                                                                              Sultan A.  1 days back

                                                                              Joyner baked a pie.






                                                                              Tory threw it out of the window.






                                                                              #Savage

                                                                              • Rated R
                                                                                Rated R  1 days back

                                                                                Both came hard but ima have to give Tory this one

                                                                                • FrolieTheZombie
                                                                                  FrolieTheZombie  2 days back

                                                                                  Bro that one line where tory said 'nigga', way too fire

                                                                                  • Austin Meredith
                                                                                    Austin Meredith  2 days back

                                                                                    Bro breathe

                                                                                    • Dakota principe
                                                                                      Dakota principe  2 days back

                                                                                      Your bad your bars are really bad ha loser

                                                                                      • ThatBoyoLewis
                                                                                        ThatBoyoLewis  2 days back

                                                                                        I walked into job interview listening to this, I came out the CEO.

                                                                                        • Universal Monkey!
                                                                                          Universal Monkey!  2 days back

                                                                                          i was waiting for the *yea yea* and *do what i want*

                                                                                          • B. Tickles
                                                                                            B. Tickles  2 days back

                                                                                            poor dax haha