Ya Bih Lyrics by Yo Gotti (feat. Moneybagg Yo)
I’m a legend, my life should be studied
I come from nothing, run up a thirty
Fucked on a superstar bitch and I butted
Christian Louis Vuitton’s, yeah, I been blooded
I’m not a Crip, but I got blues in my pocket
Too many blues won’t fit in the wallet
Christopher wallets
Everything B.I.G, we are the hottest
Your bitch outta pocket, I’m fuckin’ her
Your bitch a lil’ beggar, I’m dunkin’ her
Your bitch a lil’ baddy, I am cuffin’ her
I turn your lil’ bitch to a hustler
Your bitch on a dope shit, she a customer (She gone)
I’m tirеd of your bitch, had enough of her (I’m tired)
Shе like cars, we fucked in a Cullinan
Got the umbrella up
We met at the Waldorf, sixty minutes and I had her draws off
How you let a bitch make you fall off? (How?)
Aye, come get your bitch out my call log (Please)
A hunnid missed calls, I block her (Hello)
Oh, yeah, she determined, can’t stop her
She blew a bag at the doctor
Thick-thick, like she eat cornbread and pasta (Yeah)
Yeah, my type of bitch don’t need no n**** (None)
She got a boutique and a cold figure (Damn)
You know she young, got an old n**** (Yup)
And she gon’ keep a few hoes with her (Yup)
Bitches be salty so they be they be subbin’ up
N***** be thirsty, bitches won’t fuck with us
She on her shit for real
Got her ass done but it looked real (Yup)
Your bitch outta pocket, I’m fuckin’ her
Your bitch a lil’ beggar, I’m dunkin’ her
Your bitch a lil’ baddy, I am cuffin’ her (Lockin’ her)
I turn your lil’ bitch to a hustler
Your bitch on a dope shit, she a customer (She gone)
I’m tirеd of your bitch, had enough of her (I’m tired)
Shе like cars, we fucked in a Cullinan
Got the umbrella up (Go)
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)
Do you see the difference, it’s plenty (So many)
And that emoji, you know I’ma give it
In my M&M with a girl from my city
Soon as she get drunk, we gon’ film us a flicky
I’m deep in my duffel, roll up me some truffles
Wherever I go, it’s a smoke out (Puff up)
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 WhatsApp (In China)
He mad as a bitch, let me find out
Had his ho and my honey, come hideout
You the type let a bitch get you for everything
He may not owe me, I know how play it man
Them n***** corny, she fuck with the bread gang (Us)
Shot my shot, would have switch, I got dead aim
Still wishin’ they had me, ex beauty bitches
You can’t pay me to pay ’em attention (Nope)
She follow every rapper with a Richard Milly
Tryna fuck her way up, get a meal ticket (Facts)
Your bitch outta pocket, I’m fuckin’ her
Your bitch a lil’ beggar, I’m dunkin’ her
Your bitch a lil’ baddy, I am cuffin’ her (Lockin’ her)
I turn your lil’ bitch to a hustler
Your bitch on a dope shit, she a customer (She gone)
I’m tirеd of your bitch, had enough of her (I’m tired)
Shе like cars, we fucked in a Cullinan
Got the umbrella up (Go)