Y.a.S. (feat. Tiffany Pollard) [Extended Remix]
YAS, bitch
You know who you are
Yo, well it was real cute when I met you
It was ev'rything
Real sweet when you gave me that promise ring
Then I found out you suck,
I thought you didn't give no fks (wrong!)
You was giving fks alright
Screwing these yucks in the middle of the night
Bitch, you nasty, you trash, so I wrote this hook for that ass
You ain't shit, and ya mama ain't shit, and ya daddy ain't shit
You ain't shit, and ya mama ain't shit, and ya daddy ain't shit
You ain't shit, and ya mama ain't shit, and ya daddy ain't shit
You ain't shit, and ya mama ain't shit, and ya daddy ain't shit
You ain't shit, shit, shit
You ain't shit, shit, shit
You ain't shit, shit, shit
You ain't shit, shit, shit
You ain't shit
You know who you are, you know who you are
You know who you are, you know who you are
You ain't shit
You know who you are, you know who you are
You know who you are, you know who you are (you ain't)
You ain't shit, your dog ain't shit
You got a cute nephew, but his uncle a bitch (whoop, whoop)
Somebody call the hoe police
And ya granny ain't shit may she rest in peace
'Cause you done pissed off a petty bitch, a petty bitch
Well I hope you fking ready bitch, get ready bitch
I'ma hack your computer, I'ma egg your house
I don't do cardio, but I'ma run my mouth
I'ma hide in the bushes so you scared to come out
And let e'rybody know that you used me for clout
Bitch, bye! This bitch independent
I can have another you in a New York minute, bitch
You ain't shit, and ya mama ain't shit, and ya daddy ain't shit
You ain't shit, and ya mama ain't shit, and ya daddy ain't shit
I said, "Who ain't shit?" (You ain't shit!)
I said, "Who ain't shit?" (You ain't shit!)
I said, "Who ain't shit?" (You ain't shit!)
Haha. Bye, pencil dick!
You ain't shit, shit, shit
You ain't shit, shit, shit
You ain't shit, shit, shit
You ain't shit, shit, shit
You ain't shit
You know who you are, you know who you are
You know who you are, you know who you are
You ain't shit
You know who you are, you know who you are
Slow it down for 'em, Todrick
You ain't shit
You shady lyin' punk-ass, bitch-ass trick
You ain't shit
And I can't wait to leak your pics, motherfker
You ain't shit
I ain't the kinda guy that you wanna fk wit
Oh, you ain't shit
And you got a little dick
Yee-haw! You bitch-ass hoe, it's time for a hoedown
I said, you-ou-ou-ou-ou-ou ain't shi-ih-ih-ih-it
You-ou-ou-ou-ou-ou ain't shi-it
I said, you-ou-ou-ou-ou-ou ain't shi-ih-ih-ih-it
Bi-i-itch, you-ou ain't shi-it
(Yee-haw!)
You ain't shit, you punk-bitch
Ya mom ain't shit
Dad ain't shit
Dog ain't shit
Your granny ain't shit
(You know who you are) You ain't shit
(You know who you are) You ain't shit
(You know who you are) You ain't shit
(You know who you are) And you ain't shit
It's after midnight, so tell me why you lurkin' in the dark
A 6am flight, but you meetin' with your exes in the park
I saw your screen and I know you busy textin' other guys
And I'm sick of your lies
You know who you are
And you ain't shit
You messed with the wrong guy
You're prob'ly creepin', cheatin' tonight
Oh, it's 'bout to get a little bit more petty
Sing with me now (Hey, you ain't shit)
Your mama, and your uncle, and your daddy ain't shit
Your sister, and your doggy, and your granny ain't shit
Your cousin, and your crusty future husband ain't shit
Soulja boy, tell 'em
Why you always lyin' fo'
Changin' numbers in your phone
You must think that I'm some kinda stupid man, you hoe
Now watch me
(Youuuu) Ain't shit
(Youuuu) Ain't shit
(Youuuu) Ain't shit
Ariel, the boys up there, they're a mess
Life under the sea is better than anything they got up there
The sweet life is always sweeter
When somebody else can pay
Believed that you weren't a cheater
But that was a big mistake
You say I'm de one and only
Then why are there boys galore?
Such wonderful things surround you
What more is you lookin' for?
Bitch, you ain't shit (bitch, you ain't shit)
Bitch, you ain't shit (bitch, you ain't shit)
So narcissistic, not gonna miss it one little bit (not one little bit)
I gave you ev'rything I had
You gave me lies, excuses, and crabs
No more excuses, boy, you so useless
Bitch, you ain't shit
These shady boys want a free ride
And when I ask for their heart, they just sell me lies
They play my heart like they play ball
But when I'm done, then I'm done, so I built a wall
And now he's callin me
Sayin', "Please don't leave!"
Where is your dignity?
Don't put your pain on me
I thought you were mine but you cheated and lied
You ain't shit (bitch, bitch)
You ain't shit (bitch, bitch)
No, I thought you were mine but you cheated and lied
You ain't shit (shit, shit)
You. Ain't. Shit.
You gotta bitch-ass ex, let me see you jump
You gotta bitch-ass ex, let me see you jump
You gotta bitch-ass ex, put your hands up
You. Ain't. Shit.
Ladies and gentlemen, Petty Productions proudly presents
You Ain't Shit... the musical
Let's take it on home, fellas
You ain't shit
You shady lyin' punk-ass, bitch-ass trick
Oh, you ain't shit
And I can't wait to leak your pics, motherfker
You ain't shit
I ain't the kinda guy that you wanna fk wit
Oh, you ain't shit
And you got a little...
Got a little...
You got a little...
Little...
You've got a lit-tle
Diiiicccckkkk!
And you ain't shit, yeah!
You know who you are
Yo, well it was real cute when I met you
It was ev'rything
Real sweet when you gave me that promise ring
Then I found out you suck,
I thought you didn't give no fks (wrong!)
You was giving fks alright
Screwing these yucks in the middle of the night
Bitch, you nasty, you trash, so I wrote this hook for that ass
You ain't shit, and ya mama ain't shit, and ya daddy ain't shit
You ain't shit, and ya mama ain't shit, and ya daddy ain't shit
You ain't shit, and ya mama ain't shit, and ya daddy ain't shit
You ain't shit, and ya mama ain't shit, and ya daddy ain't shit
You ain't shit, shit, shit
You ain't shit, shit, shit
You ain't shit, shit, shit
You ain't shit, shit, shit
You ain't shit
You know who you are, you know who you are
You know who you are, you know who you are
You ain't shit
You know who you are, you know who you are
You know who you are, you know who you are (you ain't)
You ain't shit, your dog ain't shit
You got a cute nephew, but his uncle a bitch (whoop, whoop)
Somebody call the hoe police
And ya granny ain't shit may she rest in peace
'Cause you done pissed off a petty bitch, a petty bitch
Well I hope you fking ready bitch, get ready bitch
I'ma hack your computer, I'ma egg your house
I don't do cardio, but I'ma run my mouth
I'ma hide in the bushes so you scared to come out
And let e'rybody know that you used me for clout
Bitch, bye! This bitch independent
I can have another you in a New York minute, bitch
You ain't shit, and ya mama ain't shit, and ya daddy ain't shit
You ain't shit, and ya mama ain't shit, and ya daddy ain't shit
I said, "Who ain't shit?" (You ain't shit!)
I said, "Who ain't shit?" (You ain't shit!)
I said, "Who ain't shit?" (You ain't shit!)
Haha. Bye, pencil dick!
You ain't shit, shit, shit
You ain't shit, shit, shit
You ain't shit, shit, shit
You ain't shit, shit, shit
You ain't shit
You know who you are, you know who you are
You know who you are, you know who you are
You ain't shit
You know who you are, you know who you are
Slow it down for 'em, Todrick
You ain't shit
You shady lyin' punk-ass, bitch-ass trick
You ain't shit
And I can't wait to leak your pics, motherfker
You ain't shit
I ain't the kinda guy that you wanna fk wit
Oh, you ain't shit
And you got a little dick
Yee-haw! You bitch-ass hoe, it's time for a hoedown
I said, you-ou-ou-ou-ou-ou ain't shi-ih-ih-ih-it
You-ou-ou-ou-ou-ou ain't shi-it
I said, you-ou-ou-ou-ou-ou ain't shi-ih-ih-ih-it
Bi-i-itch, you-ou ain't shi-it
(Yee-haw!)
You ain't shit, you punk-bitch
Ya mom ain't shit
Dad ain't shit
Dog ain't shit
Your granny ain't shit
(You know who you are) You ain't shit
(You know who you are) You ain't shit
(You know who you are) You ain't shit
(You know who you are) And you ain't shit
It's after midnight, so tell me why you lurkin' in the dark
A 6am flight, but you meetin' with your exes in the park
I saw your screen and I know you busy textin' other guys
And I'm sick of your lies
You know who you are
And you ain't shit
You messed with the wrong guy
You're prob'ly creepin', cheatin' tonight
Oh, it's 'bout to get a little bit more petty
Sing with me now (Hey, you ain't shit)
Your mama, and your uncle, and your daddy ain't shit
Your sister, and your doggy, and your granny ain't shit
Your cousin, and your crusty future husband ain't shit
Soulja boy, tell 'em
Why you always lyin' fo'
Changin' numbers in your phone
You must think that I'm some kinda stupid man, you hoe
Now watch me
(Youuuu) Ain't shit
(Youuuu) Ain't shit
(Youuuu) Ain't shit
Ariel, the boys up there, they're a mess
Life under the sea is better than anything they got up there
The sweet life is always sweeter
When somebody else can pay
Believed that you weren't a cheater
But that was a big mistake
You say I'm de one and only
Then why are there boys galore?
Such wonderful things surround you
What more is you lookin' for?
Bitch, you ain't shit (bitch, you ain't shit)
Bitch, you ain't shit (bitch, you ain't shit)
So narcissistic, not gonna miss it one little bit (not one little bit)
I gave you ev'rything I had
You gave me lies, excuses, and crabs
No more excuses, boy, you so useless
Bitch, you ain't shit
These shady boys want a free ride
And when I ask for their heart, they just sell me lies
They play my heart like they play ball
But when I'm done, then I'm done, so I built a wall
And now he's callin me
Sayin', "Please don't leave!"
Where is your dignity?
Don't put your pain on me
I thought you were mine but you cheated and lied
You ain't shit (bitch, bitch)
You ain't shit (bitch, bitch)
No, I thought you were mine but you cheated and lied
You ain't shit (shit, shit)
You. Ain't. Shit.
You gotta bitch-ass ex, let me see you jump
You gotta bitch-ass ex, let me see you jump
You gotta bitch-ass ex, put your hands up
You. Ain't. Shit.
Ladies and gentlemen, Petty Productions proudly presents
You Ain't Shit... the musical
Let's take it on home, fellas
You ain't shit
You shady lyin' punk-ass, bitch-ass trick
Oh, you ain't shit
And I can't wait to leak your pics, motherfker
You ain't shit
I ain't the kinda guy that you wanna fk wit
Oh, you ain't shit
And you got a little...
Got a little...
You got a little...
Little...
You've got a lit-tle
Diiiicccckkkk!
And you ain't shit, yeah!
Credits
Writer(s): Todrick Dramaul Hall, Jean-yves G. Ducornet, Carl Seante Mcgrier, Kofi A Owusu-ofori
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