Ityb - Jace

Yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah

Nigga, what?

Nigga, who?

Nigga, what? Ayy

Nigga, ooh

Whoa, Kenny

Hopped out the foreign just to feel more important (Hey)

Fucked all on his bitch and then I left in the morning (Hey)

She text me back to back (Back), so I started ignoring

Now that I got your attention, let me begin to inform you (Go)

That I got a hot and a heavy flow (Hot)

'Cause I’m ready, though

Not for the radio, stop and just let it go

Talk to a thot for a twat and a heavy throat

I would stop, I cannot 'cause I’m very dope

Niggas pushin' dirt up on my name like a burial

My bitch almost bald, Halle Berry, ho

Run nigga, fat pockets, think I’m Lil Terio, ayy

I be with my rounds like a merry-go, ayy

My niggas keep rounds like a Ferris go, ayy

I heard your new sound, it was terrible, ayy

Honestly, it wasn’t even bearable, ayy

Run up on niggas like, «There they go,» ayy

Think I’m Creflo in the pulpit (Hey)

Check me out, man, I’m back on my bullshit (I am)

Niggas act like they rap with a full clip

When they wouldn’t even clap if they could hit (They wouldn’t)

I’m the one you see creepin' on the weekend lookin' decent

Never wanna fuck her if she got a weave in

Make her take her wig off when I’m deep in

Lil Tape dove off the fuckin' deep end

Do I wanna fuck her? Well, it all depends

Are you her nigga? Are you her man?

Please don’t make me ask you again

Is that your bitch, nigga? (Is that your bitch?)

Is that your bitch? (Is that your bitch?)

Is that your bitch, nigga? (Is that your bitch?)

Is that your bitch? (Is that your bitch?)

Is that your bitch, nigga? (Is that your bitch?)

Is that your bitch? (Is that your bitch?)

'Cause right now it doesn’t look like it is (Better hope it isn’t)

Is that your bitch, nigga?

If it ain’t, I’m pullin' up with the drugs and the drank

RIP Fredo, but I still sip paint

Niggas talk like squad but I know they ain’t gang (Know you ain’t gang)

Fucked your sister and she told me you a lame (You a lame)

Fucked your baby mama and she said the same thing (You a lame)

Must be genetic, dawg, really you pathetic, dawg

If you got smoke, I suggest that you let it off

Hit twice, but I didn’t give her head at all (No)

And she sent mad texts and I read 'em all

Type back but I didn’t even send it all

I been countin' money and forgot who I was textin', ah

Told her hot shit

And she gon' give me brain in the cockpit

I’m in the mall when it’s closed, dawg, I’m locked in

And I might pass her off like I’m Stockton

Said these other niggas pussy, I am not them (Nope)

Said ain’t shit clit on me, ain’t shit bitch on me

Know I’m plugged, man, everything lit, homie

Like Dequan, nigga, everything rich, homie

Not my broad so with everything split, homie

If you ain’t mine, well you can’t get shit from me (Can't get shit)

Well, maybe just some, maybe just some dick from me (Maybe this dick)

But damn, ain’t that your bitch, homie?

Is that your bitch, nigga? (Is that your bitch?)

Is that your bitch? (Is that your bitch?)

Is that your bitch, nigga? (Is that your bitch?)

Is that your bitch? (Is that your bitch?)

Is that your bitch, nigga? (Is that your bitch?)

Is that your bitch? (Is that your bitch?)

'Cause right now it doesn’t look like it is (Better hope it isn’t)

Is that your bitch, nigga? (Is that your bitch?)

Is that your bitch?

Nigga, what?

Nigga, who?

Nigga, what? Ayy

Nigga, ooh