Tay B Style Lyrics by Skilla Baby
Huh?
(MIA JAY C)
Merry Christmas
Happy New Year
Huh?
N***** always barkin’ on the ‘net, don’t even be wild
I get in my car to bless my Insta’ with a freestyle
Walk him down, this a layup, don’t need no rebound
All facts since a lil’ n****, this Tay B style
My lil’ bitch don’t want no lacefront, she like leave out
I got money, I got hoes, I don’t need clout
N***** always talkin’ crazy ’bout me ’til I beat they ass
I should buy this n**** mama house, make him leave out
Fire bomb the weed house, can’t get no more weed out
I’ll knock your teeth out your mouth and make you bleed out
When I see a n**** I don’t like, shit get violent
‘Cause I grew up fightin’, hearin’ police sirеns
Threw the fiends a concеrt, I got Miley Cyrus
Hustle all day, then spread that money like a virus
Huh? All my bitches twenty-six and up
I heard you got a BBL, can you let me fuck?
In the hood, I’m on tuck, bein’ broke, that shit suck
My new bitch mixed with stallion and Italian, she a mutt
‘Bout to get rich this year, I can feel it in my gut
Tryna escape, but the street shit got a hold on me
I look like a beehive, it’s so many hoes on me
My lil’ bitch love hard, she’ll sell her soul for me
Been tryna figure out what to do with all these racks
I don’t take my swipe friends to the gym, them n***** hacks
My lil’ bitch on the G-way, you can catch me in the back
It’s so many officers tryna catch me with a strap
I’m a dog for real, they’ll never catch me in the cat
I’m so quick to tell a bitch n**** to pardon my back, hah
N***** always barkin’ on the ‘net, don’t even be wild
I get in my car to bless my Insta’ with a freestyle
Walk him down, this a layup, don’t need no rebound
All facts since a lil’ n****, this Tay B style
My lil’ bitch don’t want no lacefront, she like leave out
I got money, I got hoes, I don’t need clout
N***** always talkin’ crazy ’bout me ’til I beat they ass
I should buy this n**** mama house and make him leave out
My words get these bitches out they panties, it’s a gift
But every time the hook ask me somethin’, I’ma plead the Fifth
I used to live in Section 8 housing, how could I forget?
I lost my pops at fifteen, I been hustlin’ ever since
I been sinnin’, I been wildin’, talk to God, I repent
I got grown money, these n***** be childish as it get
I’m a pit, I’ll never let ’em play me like a bitch
Merry Christmas, I gave the world some fire, this my gift
N***** always tryna do what I do like it’s easy
I told my teachers I was gon’ get rich, they ain’t believe me
My fans can’t believe I’m posted in the ghetto like I’m Peezy
I can’t believe my mans really played it foul like he ain’t need me
N***** always tryna say they real, but really be foul
I used to shoot my shot at bitches, bitches shoot at me now
I’m too paid, the plug front me pounds, they three loud
Wan told me calm down, I’m tryin’ not to be wild
N***** always barkin’ on the ‘net, don’t even be wild
I get in my car to bless my Insta’ with a freestyle
Walk him down, this a layup, don’t need no rebound
All facts since a lil’ n****, this Tay B style
My lil’ bitch don’t want no lacefront, she like leave out
I got money, I got hoes, I don’t need clout
N***** always talkin’ crazy ’bout me ’til I beat they ass
I should buy this n**** mama house and make him leave out