Yo Gotti Ya Bih lyric

Ya Bih

Yo Gotti Yo Gotti
04 February 2022
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Yo Gotti Ya Bih Lyrics

[Intro]

(Tay Keith, Fuck These Niggas Up)

 

[Verse 1: Yo Gotti]

I'm legend my life should be studied

I come from nothing, ran up a thirty

Fucked 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 fuckin' her (Fuckin' 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 fucked 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 fuck 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 fuckin' her (Fuckin' 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 fucked 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 fuck 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 fuck her way up get a meal ticket (Facts)

 

[Chorus: Moneybagg Yo & Yo Gotti]

Your bitch outta pocket, I'm fuckin' her (Fuckin' 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 fucked in a Cullinan (Ooh-ooh)

Got the umbrella up (Go)


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