Top Songs By Ty Bri
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Ty’Juane Brijae
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ty’Juane Brijae
Composer
Phillip Martin jr.
Composer
Quincy Taylor
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Pheelthabeat
Producer
LV
Recording Engineer
Josh Manus
Mixing Engineer
Chris Athens
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
What can you swang if you don't want none of this?
Bad bitches come with this
We get to packin', you know we won't fumble it
Bitch, we get to tusslin'
He get to bangin' me and off some other shit
Well, fuck it, he lovin' it
I watch my uncle get money from hustlin'
Just servin' his smugglin'
[Verse 2]
Bitch too bad, too hot to handle her
When I fuck on 'em, got stamina
We gon' pull up in a Challenger
I call my bro, he go "Damn, what you mean yo **** compatible?"
You don't want smoke, this shit flammable
Apeshit, we goin' animal
Stackin' my money, it's valuable
I cut the **** off one at a time
He wanna fuck all the time
He got out way too early, so
That **** must drop a dime
I ain't like none of these bitches be hatin'
'Cause I'm gettin' paper
Don't want no fakin' it, don't want no favors
I'ma be patient, ball out with the Pacers
[Verse 3]
Shawty keep flexin', she go meet her maker
Grindin' 'cause I'm on some glaciers
Pouring Patrón on my way to the chaser
That **** broke, can't they hear?
I ain't gonna say it again
My butt on their face and my foot on their chin
I jumped in the game to win
They know if it static, we doin' the spin
[Verse 4]
Bitch too bad, too hot to handle her
When I fuck on 'em, got stamina
We gon' pull up in a Challenger
I call my bro, he go "Damn, what you mean yo **** compatible?"
You don't want smoke, this shit flammable
Apeshit, we goin' animal
Stackin' my money, it's valuable
I cut the **** off one at a time
He wanna fuck all the time
He got out way too early, so
That **** must drop a dime
I ain't like none of these bitches be hatin'
'Cause I'm gettin' paper
Don't want no fakin' it, don't want no favors
I'ma be patient, ball out with the Pacers
[Verse 5]
It's gon' be pourin' up rounds
Them bitches ain't it, but them bitches is clowns
I've been that bitch for a while
He turn it around and I'm knockin' 'em down
I spent the band on my lace
I took it to trial and I beat up the case
I'm high as fuck with a cape
All of that talkin' get put in a vase
I'm all about gettin' money
Whenever this drop, man, this shit goin' dummy
Don't put your hands on me, honey
Sis', you will left on your tummy
They gotta cut me the check
If they want me to sign, if they want me to rap
He said that shit too wet
So I had to save him to get him a vest
[Verse 6]
Bitch too bad, too hot to handle her
When I fuck on 'em, got stamina
We gon' pull up in a Challenger
I call my bro, he go "Damn, what you mean yo **** compatible?"
You don't want smoke, this shit flammable
Apeshit, we goin' animal
Stackin' my money, it's valuable
I cut the **** off one at a time
He wanna fuck all the time
He got out way too early, so
That **** must drop a dime
I ain't like none of these bitches be hatin'
'Cause I'm gettin' paper
Don't want no fakin' it, don't want no favors
I'ma be patient, ball out with the Pacers
Written by: Phillip Martin jr., Quincy Taylor, Ty’Juane Brijae