Megan Thee Stallion Slams Tory Lanez With ‘Shots Fired’ Diss Track

The details around the July incident in which rapper Tory Lanez allegedly shot Megan Thee Stallion in the feet have dribbled out slowly, first in TMZ, then over social media and videos, then surveillance video of Lanez’s arrest that night, and last month in the lyrics to Lanez’s extremely long and self-absorbed album “Daystar.” It’s been a bizarre case, as few of the details have been revealed by law enforcement or conventional press.

And when Megan unveiled the tracklist for her debut album, “Good News,” earlier this week and the title of the first song was revealed to be “Shots Fired,” well, it set the stage for the next episode.

Released Thursday night, the song is indeed a diss track obviously aimed at Lanez — although his name isn’t mentioned and she even taunts him with that fact. Not much major new information is revealed, with the exception of her apparently saying that the gun Lanez fired at her was loaded with pellets — which addresses Lanez’s lyric where he questions how Megan could have been shot without any injury to her bones or tendons. However, it’s mostly a traditional diss track and a strong one, with at least two references to Lanez’s 5’3″ height (Megan is 5’10”), which was revealed in the aftermath of the July incident.

The lyrics, largely taken from Genius.com, fill in some other minor details and are excerpted below. After one quick listen to the album, it appears that she doesn’t address the incident again.

Lanez, who is charged with assault in connection with the incident based on Megan’s statements on social media, pleaded not guilty via his attorney at his arraignment earlier this week. He is due back in court in January.

“Imagine n—as lyin’ about shootin’ a real bitch
Just to save face for rapper n—as you chill with
Imagine me givin’ a fuck it was your fuckin’ birthday
You in your feelings, I just thought it was another Thursday
Now imagine me cockblocking them n—as, on some dry shit
I don’t want you on a bitch, believe you wouldn’t been invited
And if it weren’t for me, same week, you would have been indicted (Lock yo’ ass up)… 

You shot a 5’10” bitch with a .22
Talkin’ ’bout bones and tendons like them bullets weren’t pellets
A pussy n—a with a pussy gun in his feelings
Okay, he in the backseat and he keep callin’ me a bitch
We all know this shit, I coulda came back with (Lil’ ass n—a)…

“Who a snitch? I ain’t never went to the police with no names
I thought a bitch that got her chance…

“They want me to be the bad guy? Lemme put my mask on
I was chose, I ain’t asked to be this motherfuckin’ cold…

“I’m a steak, you a side plate, shrimp, stay in your place
Real bitch, yeah, yeah, I ain’t sellin’ fairytales…

“Kick me while I’m down bad, I remember all that
Next n—a sent a shot, I’ma sent it right back.”