Lyrics Ya Bih - Yo Gotti , Moneybagg Yo

(Tay Keith, Fuck These Niggas Up)

I'm legend my life should be studied
I come from nothing, run up a thirty
Fucked 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 fuckin' her (Fuckin' 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 fucked in a Cullinan (Ooh-ooh)
Gotta umbrella her (Go)

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 fuck with 'em
She on a shift for real (For real)
Got her ass done but it looked real