Don Q - This Is Ya King? (Tory Lanez Diss Pt. 2) Lyrics






I don't wanna be your friend after this
So I'ma get this out real early
Suck my dick!

I seen this shit comin' in plain sight
We waitin' at stage bright
I had two rounds the same night
Just hold the short jokes, we the same height
We'll recover his body and never be discovered but his remains might
It's feelin' like I'm pickin' on nerds (Pickin' on nerds)
This a miniature purge, from top five to the injured reserve
I stomped his head 'til it's a chip in the curb, but stampede
Oh you bots bet these bullets faster than your hand speed?
Cruisin' in the Van deep
Spot him on his rap tour in Toronto
And who go back up the guard like VanVleet?
You really let the fame go to your head (For real)
Hope you know what you said (What?)
I want to throw this nigga over the ledge
Bruce Willis in Sixth Sense, he don't know that he dead
Can let him find out for himself or I could show him instead (I could show him)
And I can see your scare tactics (Tactics)
You was where trappin'
You was homeless sleepin' on your homie's air mattress
Every artist that's in the game know you a actual lame
You was a bum askin' for change and that's factual Lanez
I heard you bought a new hairline 'cause it don't grow no more
Fordham Road you was gettin' jewelry off the clothing store
It took you long enough, I was startin' to get impatient (Impatient)
I sent the message to you, I'm hopin' your fans relay it
Oh, you Terrance and Phillip? This Canadian Anime
Niggas scared and they bishop say your name when the camera playin'
Ain't no fuckin' R&B nigga that's harmin' me nigga
What you gon' kill me with? A harmony nigga?
Oh this ain't what he predict (No)
I hope he mentally and physically fit
Lil' Tory, stay in your lane 'fore you flip off a cliff
I throw him in a headlock, this nigga fragile as shit (Frail as shit)
Craig Parks chasin' the dog then you slid through some shit
I'm talkin' real pain, you had a nine to five before your deal came (Yeah)
Chill Lanez, hammer bang, got a nine mil' Lanez
I told this nigga put on his boots, I got my foot on his stoop
Look how long this nigga took to recoup (How long he took to recoup)
I can tell I got you shook by the look, it's the proof
They got studios in Dubai, nigga, what's your excuse? (Nigga, what's your excuse?)
You let him talk 'til I put him on mute (Put him on)
You think you dope as Shakur
With you nose ring, tats showin' and all (Tats showin')
You wanna rap fast now? Oh you Tory Lamar? (Tory)
Back down Tory then come back 'round for Tory tomorrow
Nigga clumsy, I clipped his legs, stand over and draw
Humpty Dumpty, I cracked his egg all over the wall (Splat)
You just a celebrity cornball (Cornball)
You brung up Boogie, look I warned y'all
Arrivin' onto your dick, now we on y'all
He lackin' with his bitch, he ain't on guard
I spit 10, missed 10 but I caught in the air like a coin toss (Coin toss)
I heard you joined forces, you gon' need some assistance
Next time shut your mouth and start keepin' your distance
I told you you was gon' die, like to speak in existence
This what happens when good kids put their feet in the trench
I was in your penthouse in Miami, that shit was dope
In and outta the bathroom, I know you was sniffin' coke
Slit your throat, wipe your blood on your teeth
While you was guzzlin' bleach I let the gym star bubble your cheeks (Bubble)
I hope they sent it to your mother whin' that cover release (When that cover release)
You should've never let her son in the streets (Nah)
Call your sisters and brothers, tell 'em you love 'em, nigga hug 'em and leash
Then come outside and get some mud on your feet, pussy (Mud on your feet)
You feelin' froggy, let's dance nigga, WB
This a joke, you ain't a G.O.A.T., you a mutt with a leash
Muzzle on a Desert Eagle just to cover the beat
Tell your people to call a huddle with me (Now keep goin')
You got hot doin' remixes, (What else?) this is three-sixes
When you see Tory suited up, (What) know I mean business
He home booted up without a piece in it, it's the free clinic
Kids there, I'ma leave that bitch without a seed in it
Daystar, I heard you was rappin' in gay bars (Aa)
They pumpin' your battery until I get the same charge
Chainsaw verse a butter knife, you really must don't love your life
You fully calm? This ain't nothin' nice, I hope you bring a pipe
You spent night with twin bull dogs then we cut the lights
They look just alike, when one barked then the other bite
You talk about your bar level then you let a god test you
You a con, it's about time they knew the Don special
Before rap it was hand to hand like an arm wrestle
You rung the alarm now you runnin' until a bomb catch you
I ain't even gonna let you breath one bit (Nah)
This that Beenie flow when he tried to son kiss
Hater got his beanie low, drum clip, one click
I wanna see him hung, lynched, body where the skunks stink
You grew up out in Brampton that shit look like the Hamptons
Ain’t no killers out lampin’, ain’t no houses gettin’ ran in
I been waitin’ for a rapper to step, askin’ for wreck
Ain’t nobody out rap me that I actually met
I tell 'em creep up, put the heat up to the back of his neck
Through his Adam's apple, as soon as he collapse you collect
Alex Trabeck, you on Jeopardy, I'm addin' a death
To your legacy so you better be attackin' correct
And I can smell goofy, I can tell you a male groupie
You don't even got a hood, this nigga grew up well truthfully
I could go to Hollywood back to where they sell loosies
Where most niggas dropped out or got expelled usually
Took you three days, I needed a clean hour
Your baby mama named Raina right, I know you seen Power
You powder play with your nose, it's takin' a toll
With the eye brows up you look 80 years old
Hey you should know that I might stain your face
This the old Don, I had to go and dig in the crate
You prolly put a thong on when you listen to Drake
Who can I run to with his head, y'all think he really escape
Karaoke sing along, tell your cheerleaders bring it on
The neighbor used to pay you by the week to come and clean the lawn
The Everglades high, ain't no robbers in there
Sound like a bunch of scholars in there
You're not just prepared
Tell me, when you ate up Drake's dick, did you swallow?
'Cause you're whole diss sound like five A.M. in Toronto
I load the clip up like it's bufferin', you're shiverin', you was stutterin'
You was bublin' 'til Sean Kingston robbed you of your publishin'
You woke up in the sas and now you're about to get assassinated
You got me aggravated 'cause that whole verse was fabricated
I got chased? Show some pictures and footage
You run with niggas that get robbed and party with the nigga that took it
The nigga's was [?] do what with they next
Go find some more lies and another nigga flow for the next round

I ain't lettin' you breathe one bit, nigga
We ain't lettin' up, my foot on the gas, nigga
Stop askin' for help and start rappin' yourself, nigga
That nigga is scared
Whoever helped him they're gonna need more and more and more
I'm punishin' by myself, nigga
When ever you drop, I'ma drop, nigga
No timin'
Don, bitch (Yeah)





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Don Q This Is Ya King? (Tory Lanez Diss Pt. 2) Comments
  1. B.... ....

    Tory nice but all his shit be 🧢when he rap Lmao that’s why Icant give him the wins. He can spit but he really 🧢 in his bars and shit. Like there’s no facts in his shit so Icant respect it. Wise man said “what good is bars on top of bars if ya foundation is LIES🧢🧢” 🤥

  2. b.... ....

    this nigga biting and punching on Tory weak ass !!

  3. K.... ....

    Straight bars & every line towards Tory lol

  4. t.... ....

    tbh this is old but sounds better than the first

  5. M.... X....

    How to win a rap battle according to Tory lanes and MGK: Get bodied by a response , don’t respond yourself, say you won. Boom

  6. M.... C....

    Your Baby mama name "raynia right I know you seen power". That line was fire 🔥🔥🔥

  7. 2.... T....

    BX $tarted it.... remember that

  8. J.... M....

    What? He bodies him cuz he used a old beat? Ya nigga trippin🤣 had to come back to this

  9. J.... B....

    sounds just like mysonne flow

  10. N.... M....

    What is this beat?

  11. C.... t....

    Dude ur dead blood

  12. C.... t....

    Have ur fat ass on our table blood

  13. C.... t....

    Speak by gang

  14. C.... t....

    We will fucking kill you

  15. C.... t....

    Bring it

  16. C.... t....

    Set trip

  17. N.... T....

    🔥🔥🔥

  18. G.... M....

    🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥

  19. M.... R....

    Cool track but nah Tory still whooped him. Tory said way harder hitting lines in the first 2 min in his diss than don said in his 2 tracks period 💯

    M.... R....

    Marc Rodriguez fuck no

  20. k.... w....

    I know I’m late but........this is never trash🔥🔥🔥🔥

  21. l.... q....

    What’s the name of the beat he’s on?

  22. M.... ....

    Dons career ended before it even started 😂

    M.... ....

    MakaveliG17C yeah no

    M.... ....

    Anthony Gables don has been in hiding ever since, it’s over....

  23. G.... ....

    "ain't no fucking R&B nigga, that's harming me nigga, what you gon kill me wit a harmony nigga?" 😑 9 months later and that shit still gets to me😂

    G.... ....

    GDUHB 9 months later n dons career is still on life support. Tory smacked him around

  24. X.... S....

    Daaaayum this shit heat.

  25. M.... J....

    U young niggas irk me lol y’all don’t know rap

  26. H.... I....

    GET EM Q

  27. H.... M....

    Don goes hard af!! And that Mobb Deep beat is just insane 🔥🔥 tory who ??😂

  28. P.... ....

    Q a beast

  29. A.... K....

    Dn Q in the Yin Yang Zone

  30. D.... J....

    Wish this was on Spotify

  31. c.... q....

    This shit is so hard he really murdered Tory

  32. J.... ....

    Nigga said tell your cheerleaders bring it on, who know what tht mean🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥

  33. H.... L....

    Who ever say this is trash listening to Lil whoever and them bum niggas will never have real bars!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

  34. R.... C....

    "Aint no rnb nigga harming me nigga, fuck you gone hit me with a harmony nigga?"

  35. K.... s....

    Biggie vibes

  36. z.... i....

    🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥 this is fire

  37. M.... ....

    Don q career still on life support

  38. A.... G....

    Yoo son😳😳.... in a hour ?!?!?

  39. Y.... A....

    This Shit Fire Asl What Ya Talm Bout ?

  40. T.... N....

    With the mook intro

  41. T.... M....

    Where’s the intro from?

  42. W.... ....

    Like BIGGIE SMALLS 👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍♥️

  43. s.... h....

    What chu gon kill me with a harmony nigga? BRUH😂

  44. R.... ....

    BRUH I WANT THIS INSTRUMENTAL

  45. N.... L....

    Ain't no fucking R&B nigga that's harming me nigga
    What you gon kill me with a harmony nigga?😭🔥

  46. d.... ....

    Your whole diss sounds like 5AM in Toronto 😂😂😂

  47. T.... G....

    Don Q SNAPPED 💥🔫

  48. C.... G....

    Chainsaw vs a butter knife thats tough!

  49. I.... G....

    This is a victory lap

  50. A.... B....

    🔥🔥🔥

  51. K.... J....

    God Damn Don Q

  52. C.... C....

    Don Queen is a better diss. His lyrics hold way more weight. Don Q didn't mention anything about Tory except his R&B style and hairline which everyone already knew. Tory mentioned Q's entire failed career, having an STD, his father being a drug addictive, being in A Boogie's, being in debt and said it all in a clever, hardhitting way. Real dissect these tracks bar for bar and you'll see Don Q had better wordplay but Tory had better substance instead of so many typical gun bars

  53. J.... A....

    No respond to this, Tory knows he lost, cocky pos

  54. M.... ....

    This is so weak Tory washed this nigga in the first 30 seconds of his song

  55. i.... s....

    Dissected this nigga 😂

  56. g.... ....

    This dudes nasty with shit... I like Torrey but he aint spitting like this.

  57. a.... ....

    This is not trash. However, Tory still won honestly

  58. H.... B....

    Tory didn’t even write that second diss track against Joyner

    H.... B....

    Ha110 Beats Tory don’t have writers u goof

  59. A.... A....

    Whats the instrumental

    A.... A....

    mobb deep the learning

    A.... A....

    @Ronny good looking

  60. D.... B....

    Don q your lyrics are crazy

  61. W.... K....

    Tory shit was wayyy better. Beat, flow, & lyrics

  62. A.... O....

    DON CAUGHT A BODY!!!!

  63. J.... 1....

    all these young dudes don't know hip-hop they hear it's not on some gangster f****** newbeats banging bass drum shit so they like oh this is trash ...you can't even go off this new generations opinion they don't know nothing they retarded

  64. A.... B....

    Bul came real and correct. Thats how you step! Its definitely 🔥

  65. i.... ....

    I wanna see his body linch with a skunk stench 🐐

  66. F.... ....

    Went in on Tory

  67. F.... R....

    I like Tory but DON Q won🥶

  68. L.... S....

    I know I’m late, forgive me. Shittttt 🔥

  69. M.... J....

    What beat is he rapping on

  70. G.... ....

    “Are you Terrance or Philip? This Canadian animated” 🔥🔥🔥🔥

  71. T.... S....

    He still hasn't responded

  72. N.... ....

    whole lotta new york shit

  73. J.... B....

    Who’s still bumping this???

  74. L.... W....

    This is some dope shit the Don Special old school bby

  75. A.... o....

    Anyone getting old school biggie vibes?

  76. C.... B....

    I still bop this today he bodied tory completely no debate

  77. G.... A....

    This shouldve been uploaded to pornhub . PURE HARDCORE.

  78. J.... C....

    LOL, I love when Don say BITCH!!! at the end.. Shits hilarious.

  79. J.... W....

    Still bangin this 🔥🔥🔥🔥

  80. d.... ....

    this is what you call a murder Don Q hold this W, Tory Lame still fabricating Drake verses

    d.... ....

    Carl Malone ur on crack Tory ended this nigga career

    d.... ....

    @MakaveliG17C yeah right, with a harmony?

    d.... ....

    Carl Malone 😂😂

  81. Y.... 1....

    Had to go back and re-hear the bars and punchlines. It’s over tory😂

    Y.... 1....

    Yamoshi 100 It was trash...

  82. M.... A....

    [Intro]
    I don't wanna be your friend after this
    So I'ma get this out real early
    Suck my dick!

    [Verse]
    I seen this shit comin' in plain sight
    We waitin' at stage bright
    I had two rounds the same night
    Just hold the short jokes, we the same height
    Won't recover his body, it'll never be discovered, but his remains might
    It's feelin' like I'm pickin' on nerds (Pickin' on nerds)
    This a miniature purge, from top five to the injured reserve
    I stomped his head 'til it's a chip in the curb, a stampede
    Oh, you box? Bet these bullets faster than your hand speed
    Cruisin' in the Van deep
    Spot him on his rap tour in Toronto
    Then who gon' back up the guard like VanVleet?
    You really let the fame go to your head (For real)
    Hope you know what you said (What?)
    I'm 'bout to throw this nigga over the ledge
    Bruce Willis in Sixth Sense, he don't know that he dead
    Could let him find out for himself, or I could show him instead (I could show him)
    And I see your scare tactics (Tactics)
    You was where trappin'?
    You was homeless sleepin' on your homie's air mattress
    Every artist that's in the game know you a actual lame
    You was a bum askin' for change and that's factual, Lanez
    I heard you bought a new hairline 'cause it won't grow no more
    Fordham Road, you was gettin' jewelry off the clothing store
    It took you long enough, I was startin' to get impatient (Impatient)
    I sent the message to you, I'm hopin' your fans relayed it
    Oh, you Terrance and Phillip? This Canadian Anime
    Niggas scared that they bitch up, say your name when the camera playin'
    Ain't no fuckin' R&B nigga that's harmin' me nigga
    What you gon' kill me with? A harmony, nigga?
    Oh, this ain't what he predict (No)
    I hope he mentally and physically fit
    Lil' Tory, stay in your lane 'fore you flip off a cliff
    I throw him in a headlock, this nigga frivol as shit (Frivol as shit)
    Craig pops chasin' the dog, then you slid through some shit
    I'm talkin' real pain, you had a nine to five before your deal came (Yeah)
    Chill, Lanez, hammer bang, I'll nine mil' Lanez
    I told this nigga put on his boots, I got my foot on his stoop
    Look how long this nigga took to recoup (How long he took to recoup)
    I can tell I got you shook by the look, it's the proof
    They got studios in Dubai, nigga, what's your excuse? (Nigga, what's your excuse?)
    You let him talk 'til I put him on mute (Put him on)
    You think you dope as Shakur with you nose ring, tats showin' and all? (Tats showin')
    You wanna rap fast now? Oh you Tory Lamar? (Tory)
    Back down who with Tory then come back 'round for Tory tomorrow
    Nigga clumsy, I clipped his legs, stand over and draw
    Humpty Dumpty, I crack his egg all over the wall (Splat)
    You just a celebrity cornball (Cornball)
    You brung up Boogie like I warned y'all
    Arrivin' onto your dick, now we on y'all
    He lackin' with his bitch, he ain't on guard
    I spit 10, missed 10, but I caught in the air like a coin toss (Coin toss)
    I heard you joined forces, you gon' need some assistance
    Next time, shut your mouth and start keepin' your distance
    I told you you was gon' die, I like to speak into existence
    This what happens when good kids put their feet in the trenches
    I was in your penthouse in Miami, the shit was dope
    In and outta the bathroom, I know you was sniffin' coke
    Slit your throat, wipe the blood on your tee
    While you was guzzlin' bleach, I let the gym star bubble your cheek (Bubble)
    I hope they sent it to your mother when that cover release (When that cover release)
    She should've never let her son in the streets (Nah)
    Call your sisters and brothers, tell 'em you love 'em, nigga, hug 'em at least
    Then come outside and get some mud on your feet, pussy (Mud on your feet)
    You feelin' froggy? Let's dance, nigga, WB
    This a joke, you ain't a G.O.A.T., you a mutt with a leash
    Muzzle on a Desert Eagle just to cover the beat
    Tell your people to call a huddle with me (Now keep goin')
    You got hot doin' remixes, (What else?) this is three-sixes
    When you see Tory suited up, (What) know I mean business
    He home booted up without a piece in it, it's the free clinic
    Kids there, I'ma leave that bitch without a seed in it
    Daystar, I heard you was rappin' in gay bars (Ha)
    They pumpin' your battery until I get the same charge
    A chainsaw verse a butter knife, you really must don't love your life
    Friendly comp? This ain't nothin' nice, I hope you brung a pipe
    We spun at night with twin bull dogs then we cut the lights
    They look just alike, when one bark, then the other bite
    You talk about your bar level then you let a god test you
    You a con, it's about time they knew that Don special
    Before rap, it was hand to hand like a arm wrestle
    You rung the alarm now you runnin' until a bomb catch you
    I ain't even gonna let you breath one bit (Nah)
    This that Beanie flow when he tried to son Kiss
    Hitter got his beanie low, drum clip, one click
    I wanna see him hung, lynched, bodied with a skunk stench
    Man, you grew up out in Brampton, that shit look like the Hamptons
    Ain't no killers out lampin', ain’t no houses gettin' ran in
    I been waitin' for a rapper to step, askin' for wreck
    Ain't nobody out rap me that I actually met
    I tell 'em creep up, put the heat up to the back of his neck
    Through his Adam's apple, as soon as he collapse you collect
    Alex Trabeck, you on Jeopardy, I'm addin' a death
    To your legacy so you better be attackin' correct
    And I can smell goofy, I can tell you a male groupie
    You don't even got a hood, this nigga grew up well, truthfully
    I could go to Hollywood back to where they sell loosies
    Where most niggas dropped out or got expelled usually
    Took you three days, I needed a clean hour
    Your baby mama named Raina, right? I know you seen Power
    You need powder, go play with your nose, it's takin' a toll
    'Cause from the eyebrows up, you look 80 years old
    Think you should know that I might spit in your face
    This the old Don, I had to go and dig in the crate
    You prolly put a thong on when you listen to Drake
    Who can I run to with his head? Y'all thinking he gon' really escape
    Karaoke sing along, tell your cheerleaders bring it on
    Your neighbor used to pay you by the week to come and clean the lawn
    You went to Everglades High? Ain't no robbers in there
    It sound like a bunch of scholars in there
    You're not just prepared
    Tell me, when you ate up Drake dick, did you swallow?
    'Cause your whole diss sound like "5AM In Toronto"
    I load the clip up like it's bufferin', he shiverin', it's stutterin'
    Oh, you was bubblin' 'til Sean Kingston robbed you of your publishin'
    You woke up in the sas and now you're about to get assassinated
    You got me aggravated 'cause that whole verse was fabricated
    I got chased? Show some pictures and footage
    You run with niggas that get robbed and party with the nigga that took it
    The nigga is puddin', they walk with their necks down
    To go find some more lies and another nigga flow for the next round

    [Outro]
    I ain't lettin' you breathe one bit, nigga
    We ain't lettin' up, my foot on the gas, nigga
    Stop askin' for help and start rappin' yourself, nigga
    Y'all niggas is scared
    Whoever helped you, they're gonna need more, and more, and more
    And I'm doin' this shit by myself, nigga
    Whenever you drop, I'm droppin', nigga
    You know what time it is, nigga
    Don, bitch (Yeah)

  83. Y.... ....

    this is stright fire, the beat, the voice, the bars it be givin me that B.I.G vibe

  84. J.... A....

    fordham road u was gettin jewelry from the clothing store

  85. 1.... O....

    You know don won if you came back again and had to give it another listen 🔥

  86. c.... ....

    Anybody that thinks Tory won this obviously doesn’t listen to the bars dons dropping in this whole song R.I.P Tory lanez 💯💯💯

  87. k.... ....

    Rest Easy prod

  88. F.... ....

    That beat though 🔥👌🏽🔙9️⃣0️⃣s