Y.N.T.B. (EXTENDED VERSION)
Cue my music, for a bitch
Mylezz music, for a bitch
Close the curtains, on that bitch
Drop, drop the curtains on a bitch
I'll stop a speech, on a bitch
I don't want to hear that shit
You are not that bitch
You're not that bitch
Tell me what your point is nigga?
Why the fuck you still
Standing right here nigga?
Waiting for a bitch
To give you one mo' chance
But ain't no Biggie in this bitch
Or no faith in you nigga
How the fuck you think
You fuckin' up and still staying?
Why the fuck you think
A nigga like me playing
When I been couped up
Barely in tune, when you be tuned up
Still gooned up
Over there shits rough
I don't give a fuck
Peace be still with me
You can't be real with me
And you still want to stray?
I won't bark with a pup
One shock will mute you up
Now your shit is by the door
You see them jaws drop
It's all games when keys change
Like fuck the padlocks
What you won't do
The next nigga will
And it's fuck how you feel
I ain't bending at your will
Cue my music, for a bitch
Mylezz music, for a bitch
Close the curtains, on that bitch
Drop, drop the curtains on a bitch
I'll stop a speech, on a bitch
I don't want to hear that shit
You are not that bitch
You're not that bitch
Hol' up
He think I give a fuck
What he feel like?
He know I keep a glock tucked
In my pillow (light)
Since he want to switch
Don't want to act right
I bet I book a flight
So many midnights
You know that I don't even sleep
Unless it's airtight
Cam then, see them
I'll shoot a foe or a friend nigga
Bitch when, did I fold on you?
Bone collector
So many Skullys for you
Shake that shit off of me
Gotta them snakes off of me
You don't know what it cost for me
Bitches be linking with opps
Don't text or call, y'all cops
Open the trunk, CHOPS
Broomsticks and mops
You ain't even see me coming
I'm like a ninja, in all black
Baby come outside and stop running
Me and my bitches ain't hearing that
We gone put hands and feet on that
You know?
Lay a nigga down, on a twister mat
Wait
Ain't that two birds with one stone
The way he been talking, it's on
See now I got to bring that shit
To the streets
When lines get drawn
Just park, release
Bitch you ain't seasoned enough for me
Bitch you ain't put in that work
But want features from me?
I'm sleep
Cue my music for a bitch
Close the curtains on that bitch
I'll stop a speech on bitch
You're not that bitch
Mylezz music, for a bitch
Close the curtains, on that bitch
Drop, drop the curtains on a bitch
I'll stop a speech, on a bitch
I don't want to hear that shit
You are not that bitch
You're not that bitch
Tell me what your point is nigga?
Why the fuck you still
Standing right here nigga?
Waiting for a bitch
To give you one mo' chance
But ain't no Biggie in this bitch
Or no faith in you nigga
How the fuck you think
You fuckin' up and still staying?
Why the fuck you think
A nigga like me playing
When I been couped up
Barely in tune, when you be tuned up
Still gooned up
Over there shits rough
I don't give a fuck
Peace be still with me
You can't be real with me
And you still want to stray?
I won't bark with a pup
One shock will mute you up
Now your shit is by the door
You see them jaws drop
It's all games when keys change
Like fuck the padlocks
What you won't do
The next nigga will
And it's fuck how you feel
I ain't bending at your will
Cue my music, for a bitch
Mylezz music, for a bitch
Close the curtains, on that bitch
Drop, drop the curtains on a bitch
I'll stop a speech, on a bitch
I don't want to hear that shit
You are not that bitch
You're not that bitch
Hol' up
He think I give a fuck
What he feel like?
He know I keep a glock tucked
In my pillow (light)
Since he want to switch
Don't want to act right
I bet I book a flight
So many midnights
You know that I don't even sleep
Unless it's airtight
Cam then, see them
I'll shoot a foe or a friend nigga
Bitch when, did I fold on you?
Bone collector
So many Skullys for you
Shake that shit off of me
Gotta them snakes off of me
You don't know what it cost for me
Bitches be linking with opps
Don't text or call, y'all cops
Open the trunk, CHOPS
Broomsticks and mops
You ain't even see me coming
I'm like a ninja, in all black
Baby come outside and stop running
Me and my bitches ain't hearing that
We gone put hands and feet on that
You know?
Lay a nigga down, on a twister mat
Wait
Ain't that two birds with one stone
The way he been talking, it's on
See now I got to bring that shit
To the streets
When lines get drawn
Just park, release
Bitch you ain't seasoned enough for me
Bitch you ain't put in that work
But want features from me?
I'm sleep
Cue my music for a bitch
Close the curtains on that bitch
I'll stop a speech on bitch
You're not that bitch
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Writer(s): Devon Bishop
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