Ya Bih Yo Gotti (Ft. Moneybagg Yo)

[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 her buddy
Christian Louboutin, yeah, I be bloody
I'm not a crip, but I got blues in my pocket
Too many blues won't fit in a wallet
Christopher 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' her (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 tirеd of your bitch, had enough of her (I'm tired)
Shе like 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 missed 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 they be subbin' 'em (Sub)
Niggas be thirsty, bitches won't fuck with her
She on her shit, for real (For real)
Got her ass done, but it looked real