Tyb Lyrics

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

Ayy, how I take your bitch from you, but your ass still can't get a bag

My dollars flashin' just like last you played with me, your ass is gray

Up with the Glock, it shoots so fast, if you run and trip, that's your ass

Hit the mod and blow a band, I ain't runnin' out of gas

I'm out to eat with a thick bitch, light-skinned bitch, she suck some dicks

Never lack, I got my blick, we up to score, we up by six

Shout-out to AB, don't miss, nah, nah, nah, this ain't no diss

I don't bite, I take your bitch, then send you a video of her suckin' dick

Yeah, we creep up on him fast, make sure he don't get no pass

Sip and walk hard, yeah, that's thrash, never leave the house without no cash

She don't a bitch, got the lil' hoe mad, took a nigga bitch, got the lil' nigga sad

I'm a real nigga, never needed a dad, I fuck your bitch from the back and it was rad

Sippin' that drink, got me catchin' a cop, hit up some niggas that's down in the north

She eat the dick till the lil' bitch bald, slutty asshole, let me hit in the car

Took her to the movies just to give me some mouth, bitches all around me just for the clout

Walk in the house, nine sticks on the couch, lil' bitch talkin' shit with my dick in her mouth

Nine sticks in a big-ass house and a big-ass couch, you know we be toting them guns

I like to take a nigga bitch, then take her ass out, then go do something for fun

I don't care about what you say, you play with me, your ass is done

Got a draco with a drum, that bitch sound just like a bomb

Man, it sound just like a bomb, we ain't tryna squash no beef

And fuck with these rap-ass niggas, these cat-ass niggas leave his ass in the middle of the street

Got the lil' bitch tryna hop on my meat, I'm gettin' so hot, got me spittin' this heat

I shoot a nigga daily with a tag on his feet, wanna play with me, then R.I.P

Man, how I take yo' bitch from you, but yo' ass still can't get her back

My diamonds flashin' just like glass, you play with me, boy, that's yo' ass

Off with that Glock, yes, you so fast, if you run and trip, that's yo' ass

Hit the mall, then blow her back, I ain't runnin' out of cash

I ain't runnin' out of cash, you know how this shit go

Dark-skinned bitch, she thick as hell, and that bitch, she got a throat

I ain't tryna come to hope, but this lil' bitch might be the goat

But she killed the reason for me fuckin' with her, cause she broke

I ain't never met a bitch in life that ain't up out her goals

It's rainin' outside, so it's a umbrella and a rolls

Not takin' no picture, if I do, I throw the fours

Heard the diamonds losin' value, so I might just cop some golds

Now that I'm poppin', won't cuff a bitch because they hoes

Julius Rundle, a nigga, put him in the post

Stepped on a nigga without my gun all on my pole

Slutty-ass lil' bitch, she in the club and givin' blows

Biggin' stones all in my area, you know they on froze

I ain't worried bout no nigga, cause they really hoes

Heard the diamonds losin' value, I might cop some golds

Now that I'm poppin', won't cuff a bitch because they hoes