Lyrics Ya Bih - Yo Gotti feat. Moneybagg Yo

(Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up)

I'm legend, my life should be studied
I come from nothin', ran up a 30 (yeah)
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)
Everythin' B.I.G., we are the hottest

Yo' bitch outta pocket, I'm fuckin' her (fuckin' her)
Yo' bitch a lil' bigger, I'm duckin' her (duckin' her)
Yo' bitch a lil' baddie, I'm cuffin' her (lock her up)
I turn yo' lil' bitch to a hustler (money up)

Yo' bitch on that dope, she a customer (she gon')
I'm tired of yo' bitch, had enough of her (I'm tired)
She like cars, we fucked in a Cullinan (uh-uh)
Got the umbrella up

We made it to water (extorted)
60 minutes and I had her draws off (woo)
How you let a bitch make you fall off? (How?)
Ayy, come get yo' 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 (yup)
And she gon' keep a few hoes with her (yup)

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

Yo' bitch outta pocket, I'm fuckin' her (fuckin' her)
Yo' bitch a lil' bigger, I'm duckin' her (duckin' her)
Yo' bitch a lil' baddie, I'm cuffin' her (lock her up)
I turn yo' lil' bitch to a hustler (money up)

Yo' bitch on that dope, she a customer (she gon')
I'm tired of yo' bitch, had enough of her (I'm tired)
She like cars, we fucked in a Cullinan (uh-uh)
Got the umbrella up (go)

That ain't yo' bitch, that's our bitch (mine too)
We just gon' keep her at yo' 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 (wet)

Told her, "Stay out my business, go get you a business"
She talk to a vendor on WhatsApp (China)
He mad as a bitch, let me find out
Had his hoe at my honeycomb hideout

You the type let a bitch get you for e'rythin'
In me, not on me, I know how to play it, man
Them niggas corny, she fuck with the Bread Gang (us)
Shot my shot with a switch, I got dead aim (blaow)

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)

Yo' bitch outta pocket, I'm fuckin' her (fuckin' her)
Yo' bitch a lil' bigger, I'm duckin' her (duckin' her)
Yo' bitch a lil' baddie, I'm cuffin' her (lock her up)
I turn yo' lil' bitch to a hustler (money up)

Yo' bitch on that dope, she a customer (she gon')
I'm tired of yo' bitch, had enough of her (I'm tired)
She like cars, we fucked in a Cullinan (uh-uh)
Got the umbrella up (go)