Tity Boi

Bitch, I'm on one, two, three, four perks, light work though

I'on fuck with pussies, but I keep a tight circle

Yeah, all I wear is designer-like work clothes

Dirty South ****, bitch, come at me like a dirt road

One, two, three, four perks, light work though

Skeet, skeet, ride a **** like skrrt, skrrt

Ho, yeah, in a fur coat, yeah, no shirt, though

Ten toes down on the ground, no turf toe

I'm with a housewife, I dig her out twice

And then we chill and talk about life and organize heists

And if I feel it's organized right and authorized right, and I'm walking out nice

Can't slip, walking on water, not ice

In the worst conditions, I still have perfect attendance

I'm from where the innocent mothers giving birth to defendants

This earth is a prison, serve my purpose before I'm finished serving my sentence

Work relentless to get no further than inches

They hurt when it isn't, courtesy given

Currency earned, price on my head

I'm straight, though, like the money, your perm

Got money to burn till Judgement Day, court is adjourned

Get out of order with me, ****, get your artery turned

Now who want smoke with me?

That's a joke to me

Shoot up your block and double back 'cause I got OCD

I'm triple OG 'round this bitch, they call me OG3

It's me and Mack, he like Shaq, but I'm Kobe B

Like I got two left feet, I be trippin'

Like I got two left feet, I be trippin'

In the throne, I'm a king like Mike Bibby

On the phone, we call fentanyl "Fendi"

She on tootsie, it's pink and it's pretty

Your bitch looking, I wink and she wit' it

And that pussy I'm sinking like dishes

I smoke cookies, hate milk, and love titties

Like I got two left feet, I be trippin'

In the throne, I'm a king, I'm Mike Bibby

On the phone, we call fentanyl "Fendi"

She on tootsie, it's pink and it's pretty

Your bitch looking, I wink and she wit' it

In that pussy, I'm sinking like dishes

I smoke cookies, hate milk, and love titties

Titties, titties, titties

Titties, titties, titties

Titties, titties, titties

Titties, titties, titties

I smoke cookies, hate milk, and love titties

Titties, titties, titties

Titties, titties, titties

I smoke cookies, hate milk, and love titties

Let me see them

Let me see titties

So far and so on

I got diamonds all on my forearm

I got the whole Balenciaga store on

She got Savage Fenty volume four on

I got so much drip, I got a pour-on

On the molly, I'm a moron

But right now, I'm just lightin' za

Let me get my Zaza Gabor on, uh

Like I got two left feet, I be trippin'

Like I got two left feet, I be trippin'

In the throne, I'm a king, I'm Mike Bibby

On the phone, we call fentanyl "Fendi"

She on tootsie, it's pink and it's pretty

Your bitch looking, I wink, and she wit' it

In that pussy, I'm sinking like dishes

I smoke cookies, hate milk, and love titties

Titties

Titties

Titties

Titties

I smoke cookies, hate milk, and love titties

Titties, titties, titties

Titties, titties, titties

Titties, titties

Let me see them

Titties

I tell that bitch take her shirt off

Sexy ass **** in this bitch with my shirt off

I'on even work out, lil' bitch, I just work hard

I'on even work out, lil' bitch, I just work hard

Her pussy an ocean, my tongue like a surfboard

My dick like a yacht, darling

I might as well throw me a yacht party

This dick gon' have that ho on cloud nine

When I leave, it's gon' feel like the sky falling

She want Lil Tunechi to titty fuck her

I cum on her chest, leave a mini puddle

She make 'em bounce work, them titty muscles

I want the bitch with the biggest bubbles

I want the bitch with the biggest couple

Big ass, big lips that's a triple-double

Yeah, I'm trippin', baby

Yeah, until I stumble, Lil Tunechi

Like I got two left feet, I be trippin'

Like I got two left feet, I be trippin'

In the throne, I'm a king, I'm Mike Bibby

On the phone, we call fentanyl "Fendi"

She on tootsie, it's pink and it's pretty

Your bitch looking, I wink, and she wit' it

In that pussy, I'm sinking like dishes

I smoke cookies, hate milk, and love titties

Just some titties

Titties

I smoke cookies, hate milk, and love

Titties

And that's when I said

That's when I said

I said, "Are you on your way?"

She say, "Where the Uber at?"

I said, "I'll meet you at my gate, and wait"

Wait till you see your Uber driver's face

And I bought you lingerie, yeah

I just hope you in the mood for that

Or we could talk and spark a J, lil' bae

Then you get too faded, now you gotta stay, either way

Now you fuckin on a **** from the Eastside, yeah

And it's 'bout to get ugly

Turn around, I hit it from the B-side, yeah

Make her scream, "Young Money"