TYG (feat. Spiritbox)

Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Haha
Yeah, bitch, bitch, yeah
Bitch, yeah, bitch, yeah, bitch, yeah
Bitch, yeah

Who in the fuck do you bitches think y'all talkin' to?
Slap the wrong bitch, she ask me what the fuck I do?
I'm running down on any bitch that look like you
So when you see me, bitch, you know I'm finna act a fool
I do and I do and I do for you motherfuckers
But I still ain't heard a thank you in this motherfucker
You did me dirty, now your life ain't shit
You the best, bitch, that's what you get

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, let's go
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, bitch, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Hmm, I go hard in the paint
I'm the type to touch your gangster
Put my fingers in your face, yeah
I'm the type of bitch put my fingers in your face
I'ma taste you if you pussy, I go hard in the paint, hmm
Really be honest, I'm really iconic
Whatever I do get people talking
I just be breathing, now it's a problem
I'm with a nigga, now he a topic
Can't let a bitch play me, this ain't a biopic
I really be grinding, I really be wildin'
You bitches be talking, but I be on timing
When you get pressed, you better not be crying
Here come another bitch, on my
What the fuck do it got to do with you?
You hoes corny, secretly adore me
Speaking on my life 'cause yours is so boring

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Hmm, I go hard in the paint
I'm the type to touch your gangster
Put my fingers in your face, yeah
I'm the type of bitch put my fingers in your face
I'ma taste you if you pussy, I go hard in the paint, yeah