Cassidy - Plaigiarism lyrics

I know that nigga Tory goin' through it
But I wish that I'd get dissed
Just to respond to it

Let's get back to business
After I rap, it's a wrap, it's finished
This goin' on WorldStar, Shade Room
And Akedemiks the Baller Alert
Or catch it on The Breakfast Club
See, when TMZ mention this
It's gon' get extra buzz
Wendy Williams gon' mention how
Upset you was 'Cause when this get spin
You gon' be salty like Pepa was
Hollywood Unlocked, on drop
I'm goin' ham on him
Tory had to move from LA 'cause
They put hands on him
I'mma turn fans on him, all his shit taken
My algorithms have risen, I got shit shakin'
This jawn goin' on platforms
Like Dish Nation
'Cause dawg stole my bars on a big station
(What?) he was next to Flex acting
Likе he catching wreck
Using my bars like my fans can't rеcollect
(Yup) i'm a winner
'member I was living check to check?
Now I'm getting the type chicken
That they connect collect
Nigga, we ain't neck to neck
'cause Tory Lanez ragging
When he got his chain snatched
It went from neck to neck you know Cassidy
(Cass) , I don't use autotune
But they still be tuning in automatically
(Damn) hitman said, "Cass
Sign a autograph for me" and Tory corny
Using my own lines to battle me (What?)
(Facts this nigga got me fucked
All the way up) yo, you never killed men
Show your true colors, you a chameleon
Like Wack100 told 6IX9INE, you a civilian
(Yeah! Yeah! Let's get)
Tory Lanez, you're a lame
Even though we never met
Yo, when we finally meet
Would you be silent or speak?
Would you act like you know me
Or show me no respect?
Tell the truth or get the long nose
Pinocchio effect
A hoe never told me no for sex
The smoke compress
You need some smoke to blow
I'm the Do-Si-Dos connect
I just mailed some smoke I
Grow to a Tokyo address
That cost like a long phone call from Tokyo
Collect i'm confused how some dudes broke
And blow a check
Then try to take yo' dough
When they cake go low

Listen nigga, they find your body
Nobody gon' miss a nigga
And how you diss a nigga sounding like Meek?
That's wack, cuz
I'll bathtub drown you type ease
I don't keep an assistant
Around to type tweets
But I do keep a biscuit
If it's sounding like beef
Phi-Philly my city and gritty what
They call our shit you not from Philly
But you still be stealing all our shit
All I grip is ratchets, homie
The thing ring like matrimony
In this galaxy, cats is phony
Wait, pussy, don't Facebook me
You bite bars, if somebody bite yours
They'll taste pussy
I'm-I'm the type to tell you
Right to your face, pussy
"Fuck you!" Then cut you like
Classmates that play hooky
I cooked Free and made a little chunk
But when you try to earn cash
It burn fast like a little blunt
I was little jumping niggas
You a little chump

You little punk, hopefully, your folk'll see
I'm the GOAT and you don't
Want no smoke with me
You a fucking joke to me
I hang with a gang that made a oath to me
You bar bite, soft like luxury car upholstery
And I can tell a shooter close
To me to grab the cannon
Spray like potpourri where your
Hairline supposed to be
I'm never toaster free
I had a weapon since an adolescent
Tory Lanez' story change every time
He asked the question
Cass a veteran, on Flex
You did a Cass impression
So using my music was a bad selection
I was Da Hustla 'fore
Usher ever had confessions
My presidential had them Joe
Before the last election
When I'm driving to my house
I got bad reception
I could quit rap and just trap
I got mad connections
The men in my gang mean
They got mad aggression
I done seen inmates get
Gangrene from staph infection
Selling hard was my last profession
And I go hard like my last erection
Out here bag collecting
If a robber come in Cass direction
I'm popping the K
To knock him back the opposite way
Off my CBD site, I made a profit today
To make the cake stretch, invest
Don't lock it away
My nigga locked on a cell block rotting away
He just got out the hole
Been back on the block for a day
For that trial
He gave his lawyer all the guap he could pay
But that law firm ain't handle
It the Cochran way like the end of trial
I blew back in Cochran day
And been okay ever since then
Word to OJ simpson
Man, you can't battle with me
If you got thin skin
Bars been hard, no Viagra or ginseng
When I first signed
They knew that I had a pen then
Labels said, "Dawg is a star, Rin Tin Tin"
Me and my AR been friends
And we never even had an argument
A friend like that hard to get
I got enough street credit to
Sign a artist with
So, when I send them dudes
They don't move 'til the target hit
A head shot'll make his lace
Front hard to fit he got a big head
I'ma humble him 'cause he small as shit
You rather starve or fish?
Look, I got hooks and lines
And Tory bit the bait
That's what you call a lick
He admitted he stole my bars
That's retarded shit
And he stole a lot of other artists' shit
Did y'all forget?
That man confiscated all his hit's
Taking all that shit got him stressed
That's why his hair goin' bald and shit
You should call it quit's, just retire now
His hood mad at him
He just embarrassing his entire town
Don't get thrown in the trunk
Where the spare tire found
I know a dude with no tools
Who could change a tire now
So, I'm feeling real inspired now
A worker say I'm ready to stop workin'
I'm not smirkin'
I got work in in my bag, but it's not Birkin
You looking for the best? Stop searchin'
Cass ass get it shakin' like a
Bitch that can't stop twerkin'
They pussies bleed, but they not virgins
Yo, I'm hoping my niggas cut you open
But they not surgeons
My raps go over your head
But they not turbans
One of my managers told me
I should stop splurging
That's like a guy driving drunk
Trying to stop swerving
I got the word and he crazy puss
But playing wolf
I can tell that he crazy shook
By the way he look
Us battling is a crazy look
I'm like before the shot: pedicure
After the shot: Megan foot
Look, my guns got infrared dots
You clap heat at feet
But I'm giving niggas head shots
I'm cold-blooded, you was red hot

That's dead funny like Fred Sanford
Redd Foxx i'm ten toes down like the
Other Fred from Bedrock
Soon as the bread stop, shit decay
This for my niggas in the Feds
Not wishing they could get away we demons
But even angels might forget to pray
What you rather
Move a brick a day or work at Chick-fil-A?
You ever glove up, grip a K?
Mash your mug up and start throwing
Shells early like it's Mischief Day?
Shit I say show that I don't give a damn
If you a businessman, when your week end
It's still a business day
This back and forth gon' end today
'Cause you in the way and I already
Heard all the shit you finna say
You nothing like myself
But even if you Michael Phelps
In a pool of your own blood
You can't swim away
I been this way, I'm still punching niggas
I spit dumb rhymes, dumb times
I done battled a bunch of niggas
I'm hungry, better break fast
I catch you lunching, nigga?
Then you in the ER drinking breakfast, lunch
And dinner
I felt like a fucking winner all summer
Nigga shit, it won't stop like I
Just got the plunger, nigga
I know you a dumber nigga
But this kind of basic
It's a sin to steal my lines
'cause my rhymes is sacred
I black out like some kind of racist
So, if I ever get you pussies tied up
It's not dominatrix bARS!

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