Plagiarism lyrics - Cassidy

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 L.A. '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 like he catching wreck

Using my bars like my fans can't recollect (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-do 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

That's why my Draco (Drake go) blow with no OVO connect

Listen nigga, they find your body, nobody gon' miss a nigga

And how you diss a nigga sounding like Meek?

That's wack, cause, 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

B.A.R.S. been had a A.R., you got a little pump (Lil Pump)

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 O.J. 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 hits

Taking all that shit got him stressed, that's why his hair goin' bald and shit

You should call it quits, 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

But out here, falling off like Lil Wayne dreadlocks

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!