Yikes (tory Lanez Diss) Lyrics - Eric Bellinger

This is the E-mix, this is the E-mix, yeah 

And this gon' be your favorite song 

Memories don't die but I can't say the same for you 

I been on a positive vibe but this I had to do 

I'm down for gettin' dirty, boy, I came from the trenches 

Too pussy to say my name but I heard the description 

The shoe fit so I put a outfit on that match it perfect 

This shit was a Eazy Call, ain't no need for hearses 

Give 'em what they demand 

Bury you where you stand 

What kinda nigga is proud to copy another man? 

First time you stole my shit, I nevermind it, wasn't stressin 

Second time you did it, okay now this needs addressing 

Like any artist with my craft, I work hard 

I thought you would understand but you was focused on the car 

(Are you stupid?) 

I don't know a person that could make it through the challenges 

I see on a daily nigga, you don't know how bad it is 

We live in a day and age where they don't know what talent is 

Yo' only talent is mimicking anyone that's talented 

Released a couple singles to your fans, you was red hot 

Surely had a change of heart the day after your album dropped 

Stole a vibe from Trey Songz, took a flow from K-Dot 

Kinda sound like Fetty Wap 

Dammit, Tory, when will it stop? 

(To be honest with you, I take from a lot of musicians) 

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And that Eazy Call on the way 

Eazy Call on the way 

You should stay the fuck out my way 

Get the fuck out my lane 

Fast forward second album, you still on that same shit 

Every other rap verse suckin' on that Drake dick 

It's all bad for you, I'm sympathetic 

You even stole the song you dissed me on, that shit pathetic 

(I don't give a f—, stole from all you...) 

You don't put no fear in me, nigga 

Next time you in the city of angels keep that same energy, nigga 

Don't back paddle from the smoke 'cause I'll bring it that's true shit 

It's war time, best believe we ain't on no truce shit 

Before yo' next move, think twice 

'Cause that bum ass album you got could be yo' life 

That's on Christ, it's plenty ways it could go 

I put a couple grand on your head 

Have some of your old friends become new foes 

For me the goons pull up packin' pieces and kill things 

Drop you like a bad connection, you know it's the real thing 

With stains on your shirt, screamin' out "It hurt" 

First you hear that yak yak then after that skrt skrt 

As I recall, I been that nigga 

When it come to disrespect, I don't accept that, nigga 

Your temperature, I'ma check that, nigga 

You Wesley Johnson 

This that hesitation before that Harden step back, nigga 

It's Eazy 

And that Eazy Call on the way 

Eazy Call on the way 

You should stay the fuck out my way 

Get the fuck out my lane 

Said that Eazy Call on the way 

Eazy Call on the way 

You should stay the fuck out my way 

Get the fuck out my lane 

Hol' up, hol' up 

Got some more, got some more shit to say 

I could take the credit for a lot of niggas' style 

But I got my pub so I'm good for a while 

You gon' have to do more than just say it 

If it weren't for Interscope, yo' records wouldn't be playin 

You split up your checks like 150 ways 

While I'm just signed to myself like JAY-Z 

Hella plaques on the wall 

Grammy talk, Grammy talk 

April 6th, April 6th 

Eazy Call, Eazy Call on the way, on the way 

Yikes 

You should prolly just chill, bro 

Just chill, take a L 

You gettin' bodied by a singin' nigga