Tity Boi

Bitch, I'm on one, two, three, four Percs, light work though I don't fuck with pussies, but I keep a tight circle Yeah, all I wear is designer-like work clothes Dirty South nigga, bitch, come ride me like a dirt road One, two, three, four Percs, light work though Ski, ski, ride a nigga 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 Then I'm walkin' out nice, can't slip, walkin' on water, not ice In the worstest conditions, I still have perfect attendance I'm from where the innocent mothers givin' birth to defendants This Earth is a prison, serve my purpose before I'm finished Servin' my sentence, work relentless to get no further than inches That hurt when it isn't courtesy givin' currency earned Price on my head, I'm straight though, like the money a perm Got money to burn 'til judgment day, court is adjourned Get out of order with me, nigga, get your order returned 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 OG Three It's me and Mac, 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 a 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 lookin', I wink and she with it In that pussy I'm sinkin' like dishes I smoke cookies, hate milk and love titties Like I got two left feet, I be trippin' In a 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 lookin', I wink and she with it In that pussy I'm sinkin' 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 (let me see them) Titties, titties, titties, titties (let me see them) 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 X Fenty volume four on I got so much drip, I got a boat on On the Molly, I'm a moron But, right now, I'm just lightin' Za Let me get my Zsa Zsa Gabor on Uh, like I got two left feet, I be trippin' Like I got two left feet, I be trippin' In a 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 lookin', I wink and she with it In that pussy I'm sinkin' 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 (Let me see them) Titties, titties, titties, titties (Let me see them) Titties I told that bitch, take her shirt off Sexy ass nigga in this bitch with my shirt on I don't even work out, lil bitch, I just work hard I don't even work out, lil bitch, I just work hard Her pussy like a ocean, my tongue like a surfboard My dick like a yacht, darlin' 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 fallin' 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 Uh, like I got two left feet, I be trippin' Like I got two left feet, I be trippin' In a throne, I'm a king, I'm like B.B On the phone, we call fentanyl Fendi She on tootsie, it's pink and it's pretty Your bitch lookin', I wink and she with it In that pussy I'm sinkin' 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 say That's when I say I say, "Are you on your way?" She say, "Where the Uber at?" I said, "I'll meet you at my gate" And, wait, wait 'til you see your Uber driver's face And I'll buy you lingerie Yeah, I just hope you in the mood for that Oh, we can talk and spark a J, lil' bae Then you get too faded, now you gotta stay Either way, now you're fuckin' on a nigga 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"