Tip Off YN Jay (Ft. Louie Ray & Mozzy)
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[Intro: YN Jay]
(It's a Wayne beat)
Yeah
Like why you always— like (Is this K Dinero?)
Like why you actin' like I did somethin', though?
Like I— like when you—
Like, but you was just at the—
You was— alright, okay
Alright, ah
[Verse 1: YN Jay]
Bitch got me mad, got me askin' questions
Freak bitch give me throat like I had a necklace
Bitch got good coochie, came back for seconds
Drunk a whole pint of lean, got me crashin' reckless
You got took out the game early, got you mad at settings
Losin' all your bros to gun violence got you mad at weapons
Santa Claus fake, got me mad at presents, alright
Pull up shootin' like Klay Thompson, got me mad at Stephen
Bitch, you play like Westbrook, why you mad at Kevin?
And you left the team when we— damn
And you left the team when we need you, got me mad at Kevin
How you miss your flight? You forgot to check in
Beatin' out the hotel, I'ma trap out Westin
Mixin' cornbread with cranberry, it taste just like dressing
Nigga, you don't put no work in, I don't see you sweatin', ayy
Gettin' ready for the game, you can see me stretchin'
(It's a Wayne beat)
Yeah
Like why you always— like (Is this K Dinero?)
Like why you actin' like I did somethin', though?
Like I— like when you—
Like, but you was just at the—
You was— alright, okay
Alright, ah
[Verse 1: YN Jay]
Bitch got me mad, got me askin' questions
Freak bitch give me throat like I had a necklace
Bitch got good coochie, came back for seconds
Drunk a whole pint of lean, got me crashin' reckless
You got took out the game early, got you mad at settings
Losin' all your bros to gun violence got you mad at weapons
Santa Claus fake, got me mad at presents, alright
Pull up shootin' like Klay Thompson, got me mad at Stephen
Bitch, you play like Westbrook, why you mad at Kevin?
And you left the team when we— damn
And you left the team when we need you, got me mad at Kevin
How you miss your flight? You forgot to check in
Beatin' out the hotel, I'ma trap out Westin
Mixin' cornbread with cranberry, it taste just like dressing
Nigga, you don't put no work in, I don't see you sweatin', ayy
Gettin' ready for the game, you can see me stretchin'
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