Ya Bih

(Tay Keith, **** These Niggas Up)

[Verse 1: Yo Gotti]

I’m legend my life should be studied

I come from nothing, run up a thirty

****ed on a superstar bitch, and I butted

Christian Louboutin, yea I been blooded

I’m not a crip, but I got blues in my pocket

Too many blues won’t fit in the wallet

Cristopher wallets (Wallets), everything B.I.G, we are the hundreds

Your bitch outta pocket, I’m ****in’ her (****in’ her)

Your bitch a lil’ baby I’m duckin’ her (Duckin’ her)

Your bitch a lil’ bad I am cuffin’ ’em (Lockin’ ’em)

I turn your lil’ bitch to a hustler (Whatever)

Your bitch on a dope shit, she a customer (She gon’)

I’m tirеd of your bitch, had enough of her (I’m tired)

Shе like cars, we ****ed in a Cullinan (Ooh-ooh)

Gotta umbrella her (Go)

[Verse 2: Yo Gotti]

We made it to water (Extorted)

Sixty minutes and I had her draws off (Woo)

How you let a bitch make you fall off? (How?)

Ayy come get your bitch out my call log (Please)

A hundred miss calls, I block her (Hello)

Oh yeah she determined, can’t stop her (Damn)

She blew a bag at the doctor

Sixty [?], she eat cornbread and pasta (Yeah)

Yeah my type of bitch don’t need nan’ nigga (Damn)

She got a boutique and a cold figure (Damn)

You know she young, got an old nigga (Yep)

And she gon’ keep a few hoes with ’em (Oh)

Bitches be salty so, swear they be subbin’ me (Sub)

Niggas be thirsty bitches won’t **** with ’em

She on a shift for real (For real)

Got her ass done but it looked real

Your bitch outta pocket, I’m ****in’ her (****in’ her)

Your bitch a lil’ baby I’m duckin’ her (Duckin’ her)

Your bitch a lil’ bad I am cuffin’ ’em (Lockin’ ’em)

I turn your lil’ bitch to a hustler (Money up)

Your bitch on a dope shit, she a customer (She gon’)

I’m tired of your bitch, had enough of her (I’m tired)

She like cars, we ****ed in a Cullinan (Ooh-ooh)

Gotta umbrella her (Go)

[Verse 3: Moneybagg Yo]

That ain’t your bitch, that’s our bitch (Mine too)

We just gon’ keep it in your house (Then what?)

You spent a thousand in Ruth Chris (Tricked off)

I took that bitch to a dope house (My hood)

You see the difference is plenty (So many)

Handle that emotion you know I’ma give it

And my eminent would a girl from my city

Soon as she get drunk we gon’ fem on some flicky

I’m deep in my dog for roll me some truffles

Wherever I go it’s a smoke out (Puff that)

My bitch got a bubble, I beat it like she get in trouble

Get wet as a buss down

Told her stay out my business, go get you a business

She talk to a vendor on what’s up

He mad as a bitch let me find out

Had his head holdin’ my hunnid come hideout

You the type little bitch get you for everything

In n’ out I only know how play mine

Them niggas corny she **** with the bread guy

Shot my shot, would have switch I got dead aim (Bow)

Still wishin’ they had me ex beauty bitches

You can pay me to pay attention (Nope)

She fall in every rapper with a Richard Mille

Tryna **** her way up get a meal ticket (Facts)

Your bitch outta pocket, I’m ****in’ her (****in’ her)

Your bitch a lil’ baby I’m duckin’ her (Duckin’ her)

Your bitch a lil’ bad I am cuffin’ ’em (Lockin’ ’em)

I turn your lil’ bitch to a hustler (Whatever)

Your bitch on a dope shit, she a customer (She gon’)

I’m tired of your bitch, had enough of her (I’m tired)

She like cars, we ****ed in a Cullinan (Ooh-ooh)

Gotta umbrella her (Go)