Luh Tyler Naughty List Lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah (Bass Kids, answer yo' motherf*ckin' phone nigga)
Ayy, ayy
Yeah, let's do it
Uh, uh, uh (Gang-gang)

[Chorus]
Woke up fresher than a bitch (Than a bitch)
Wait, hold on, nah I meant fresher than a mint (Hah-hah)
And my bitch bad, it don't make no sense (Make no sense)
She just want me, go and spend a bag, put it in some Ritz (Ritz)
Niggas really broke, acting like they rich (Like they rich)
Flexing with your Christmas money on the 'gram, you ain't slick (Ayy)
Ask my bro, what he put on his Christmas list? (What yo' list?)
He'll prolly say a brand new switch and a pint of Tris'
[Verse]
Ain't got a license but I still ride the beat (Ride the beat, skrrt)
Eyes low, can't see
Sippin' drank, smokin' spluffs
And I think shawty come from overseas (Overseas)
Bad bitch, pretty face, little waist, thick hips
Shawty might just be the baddest bitch I seen (That I seen)
Ass poking out them jeans, French tips, big lips
Every day I'm out here getting to the cheese (To the cheese)
Nigga I don' bossed up, bust down on my wrist (Bust down)
If a nigga ever f*ckin' with the team (Nigga, what?)
Brodie whip that bitch out, grr-baow (Grr-baow), that's the switch
I'm just tryna get this shawty on her knees (On her knees)
After that, she can go, bitch, bye, you dismissed (Bitch, bye)
I went Frozone, now these bad bitches tryna f*ck
I'm like, which one do I pick? Nigga, I don't even know Girl, don't put yo' clothes on
When I pull up, hit me up
Girl, I'm tryna do some freaky shit and f*ck you on the floor
Spend some money on some clothes, prolly only wear it once
Do a show in it and I pass it down to the bros
Nigga it's the holidays, brodie in the Christmas spirit
Save your feelings, feel like Santa, I'm the North of this pole
Bad bitch give me good brain, yeah
Bad bitch give me good brain (Baby on a roll)
I might go and cop a new chain, yeah (Ice, ice)
When the time comin' up, know I gotta go froze
Chasing money like I'm Usain (Phew), yeah
Chasing money like a nigga name, Usain Bolt (Phew)
Every day I'm laughing to the bank (Haha), yeah
Why you niggas steady flexin' with the same bankroll? (Same bankroll, what?)
[Chorus]
Woke up fresher than a bitch (Huh, yeah)
Wait, hold on, nah I meant fresher than a mint (Hah-hah)
And my bitch bad, it don't make no sense (Make no sense)
She just want me, go and spend a bag, put it in some Ritz (Ritz)
Niggas really broke, acting like they rich (Like they rich)
Flexing with your Christmas money on the 'gram, you ain't slick (You ain't slick)
Ask my bro, what he put on his Christmas list? (What on yo' list?)
He'll prolly say a brand new switch and a pint of Tris' (Pint of Tris')

[Outro]
Uh, yeah
Yeah
Skee