Letra de Ya Bih - Yo Gotti

(Feat. Moneybagg Yo)

(Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up)

I'm legend, my life should be studied

I come from nothing, ran up a thirty

Fucked on a superstar bitch and her buddy

Christian Louboutin, yeah, I be bloody

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

Too many blues won't fit in a wallet

Christopher Wallace (Wallace), everything B.I.G., we are the hottest

Your bitch outta pocket, I'm fuckin' her (Fuckin' her)

Your bitch a lil' bigger, I'm duckin' her (Duckin' her)

Your bitch a lil' baddie, I'm cuffin' her (Lock her up)

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

Your bitch on that dope, she a customer (She gon')

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

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

Got the umbrella up

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 missed calls, I block her (Hello)

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

She blew a bag at the doctor

Thick-thick like 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 her (Oh)

Bitches be salty, so they be subbin' 'em (Sub)

Niggas be thirsty, bitches won't fuck with her

She on her shit, for real (For real)

Got her ass done, but it looked real

Your bitch outta pocket, I'm fuckin' her (Fuckin' her)

Your bitch a lil' bigger, I'm duckin' her (Duckin' her)

Your bitch a lil' baddie, I'm cuffin' her (Lock her up)

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

Your bitch on that dope, she a customer (She gon')

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

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

Got the umbrella up (Go)

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

We just gon' keep her at your house (Then what?)

You spent a thousand at Ruth's Chris (Tricked off)

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

Do you see the difference? It's plenty (So many)

Hand out emoji you know I'ma give it

And my eminent would a girl from my city

Soon as she get drunk, we gon' film us a flicky

I'm deep in my duffle, roll up 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 bust down

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

She talk to a vendor on WhatsApp

He mad as a bitch, let me find out

Had his ho at my Honeycomb hideout

You the type let a bitch get you for everything

In me, not on me, I know how to play it man

Them niggas corny, she fuck with the Bread Gang

Shot my shot with a switch, I got dead aim (Bow)

Still wishin' they had me, ex bitter bitches

You couldn't pay me to pay 'em attention (Nope)

She follow every rapper with a Richard Mille

Tryna fuck her way up, get a meal ticket (Facts)

Your bitch outta pocket, I'm fuckin' her (Fuckin' her)

Your bitch a lil' bigger, I'm duckin' her (Duckin' her)

Your bitch a lil' baddie, I'm cuffin' her (Lock her up)

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

Your bitch on that dope, she a customer (She gon')

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

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

Got the umbrella up (Go)

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