Sneeze Wrong Lyrics – Tory Lanez

Read the full Sneeze Wrong lyrics by Tory Lanez along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Tory Lanez’s music, you can also explore White Lightning and Guide Me Through the Storm, two other songs by Tory Lanez.

[Verse 1]
That n!gga played he gotta lay that’s all it is
One hour warning before they killed him, let him call his kids
He got a bounty on his head, so n!ggas calling dibs
His paper work was never strait, that’s why they calling fibs
You don’t wanna linger around them problem kids
When everybody down to do it like they volunteers
The shoe terms and n!ggas hopping out of solitaires
You see the pain in the mothers and baby mama tears
They dropped a kite, but you ready for war
Knife that you just buried in the yard will machete a door
Your girl beefing with you, ain’t no My Cherie Amour
She out there spiteful and she fu*king ya friend and ya boy
Ya son is 7 and asking when you coming home
But you don’t wanna tell yo boy the date ’cause it’s gon’ rub him wrong
You had to get a n!gga scraped ’cause it was coming to him
Got on the phone that very day and said it’s nothing wrong
Middle of the field is where the wars cracking
I’ma general in battle plus a war captain
High ranking with the blacks just because my face
So when it’s on I’m who they want, I will get you erased
Play with us and find out
I’m bigger than this prison K spit at ya mom’s house
Run inside ya cell lace fitted with knives out
I hang around a bunch of grave diggers and climb-outs
He told me he gon’ kill him ’cause his baby need some pampers
Say he owed a debt, but he stopped giving n!ggas answers
It’s way too close to Christmas to be giving n!ggas chances
My dawg got triple life, but walk around like he got 5 left
Won’t a n!gga in here touch me, n!gga, that’s on my chest
That ain’t no tough guy s*it, n!gga, that’s my respect
Plus the bussa’s all around me if you try step

[Interlude]
“So we walking out the shower you feel me
And it’s a situation where the CO’s ain’t come back yet
So once the CO’s come back you see everybody posted on the wall

Because n!ggas know what’s about to happen
So boom, the n!gga jump in his cell, start whamming the n!gga, whamming him
The n!gga stabbed the n!gga like 40 times
He looking up and I’m looking back like, it’s over”

[Verse 2]
County jail experiences that begin to make you callous
Bob Barker tags on us like we share a stylist
Imagine waking up and all you outside is malice
Time for war and all that you gon’ see outside is violence
Little n!ggas crashing out for OG prior problems
And they wild enough to go outside and die about ’em
Been through all the n!ggas at my door saying 12 o’clock
They say they running in here once they unlock ’em
And the coppers ain’t gon’ stop ’em ’cause they in it with ’em
It’s a lose-lose every time you bicker with him
He got certain paper work, I wouldn’t kick it with him
If he a chomo and ain’t dead, he lucky that he living
Fallout on the spice one more time and we knocking you out
We gon’ remove you if you making it hot in the house
I like my free staff snappy and quiet with the mouth
They wanna search me, but the dope been popped in the mouth
That’s where I’m fu*king up the dogs at
But where my dawgs ready for the open combat
It ain’t no place for me to ever write my wrongs at
I promise that he finna die if he don’t fall back
This a big dog to a small cat
Get you picked off like a quarter back
Could call me jigsaw where the horrors at
You take a life from one of us and you gon’ owe it—

[Interlude]
One thing I’ma live on the camera for you to remember is right here: Gabos. The name of the game is Gabos
Game ain’t based on sympathy
If you got sympathy in this fight you ain’t gon’ never making it

[Outro]
I’m gonna find my (??)
I’ve got to
Before I lose myself
Lose myself, now
I’ve got to
Before I lose myself