Yo Gotti Ya Bih Lyrics

[Intro]
(Tay Keith, f*ck These Niggas Up)

[Verse 1: Yo Gotti]
I'm legend my life should be studied
I come from nothing, ran up a thirty
f*cked on a superstar bitch and ha buddy
Christian Louboutin, yea I be bloody
I'm not a crip, but I got blues in my pocket
Too many blues won't fit in a wallet
Cristopher Wallace (Wallace), everything B.I.G, we are the hottest

[Chorus: Moneybagg Yo & Yo Gotti]
Your bitch outta pocket, I'm f*ckin' her (f*ckin' her)
Your bitch a lil' bigger I'm duckin' her (Duckin' her)
Your bitch a lil' baddie I'm cuffin' 'em (Lock her up)
I turn your lil' bitch to a hustler (Money up)
Your bitch on that dope, she a customer (She gon')
I'm tired of your bitch, had еnough of her (I'm tired)
She likе cars, we f*cked in a Cullinan (Ooh-ooh)
Got the umbrella up

[Verse 2: Yo Gotti]
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
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 (Yep)
And she gon' keep a few hoes with her (Oh)
Bitches be salty so, swear they be subbin' 'em (Sub)
Niggas be thirsty bitches won't f*ck with her
She on a shit for real (For real)
Got her ass done but it looked real
[Chorus: Moneybagg Yo & Yo Gotti]
Your bitch outta pocket, I'm f*ckin' her (f*ckin' her)
Your bitch a lil' bigger I'm duckin' her (Duckin' her)
Your bitch a lil' baddie I'm cuffin' 'em (Lock her up)
I turn your lil' bitch to a hustler (Money up) Your bitch on that dope, she a customer (She gon')
I'm tired of your bitch, had enough of her (I'm tired)
She like cars, we f*cked in a Cullinan (Ooh-ooh)
Got the umbrella up (Go)

[Verse 3: Moneybagg Yo]
That ain't your bitch, that's our bitch (Mine too)
We just gon' keep her at your house (Then what?)
You spent a thousand at Ruth Chris (Tricked off)
I took that bitch to a dope house (My hood)
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 buss down
Told her stay out my business, go get you a business
She talk to a vendor on WhatsApp
He mad as a bitch let me find out
Had his hoe at my Honeycomb hideout
You the type let bitch get you for everything
In me not on me, I know how to play it man
Them niggas corny, she f*ck with the Bread Gang
Shot my shot wit a switch I got dead aim (Bow)
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 f*ck her way up get a meal ticket (Facts)
[Chorus: Moneybagg Yo & Yo Gotti]
Your bitch outta pocket, I'm f*ckin' her (f*ckin' her)
Your bitch a lil' bigger I'm duckin' her (Duckin' her)
Your bitch a lil' baddie I'm cuffin' 'em (Lock her up)
I turn your lil' bitch to a hustler (Money up)
Your bitch on that dope, she a customer (She gon')
I'm tired of your bitch, had enough of her (I'm tired)
She like cars, we f*cked in a Cullinan (Ooh-ooh)
Got the umbrella up (Go)