Tat My Name Bihh lyrics

[Intro]
Uh
Uh, man, I don't feel like talkin' to 'em, man
Ayy, pst (I like that, Anton)

[Verse]
How you doin' big booty b*tch? Let me f*ck
I'm in the club with diamonds, she gon' spread it like it's tongue
She suckin' it for hours, bae, you definitely the one
My ex need a shower 'cause I left her in the dust
He took his wifey back after she accidentally f*cked
Boy, I don't trust your awkward ass, stop passin' me a blunt
I'm cool, chillin', just laughin' at you bums
I'm sorry, Rosa, I had to get it bussed
These n*ggas hit the store and start imaginin' some stuff
He lookin' in the mirror tryna practice bein' tough
Your b*tch is like the FBI, shе snatchin' n*ggas up (Ayy)
I'm throwin' up the hood like my battery need a jump, pst
My darling, you thе baddest out the bunch
I think I need deodorant 'cause havin' you a must, psh
I gotta have it, smackin' n*ggas up
That Maybach got a soft roof, I guess to whip a mutt, huh (Ayy)
You ever gave a famous b*tch lockjaw?
Designer everything, I'm gettin' dressed with the lights off
In the mansion, seein' shadows like a groundhog
I got bunnies all around like a hot dog
I might charge her three thousand for an outcall
She suckin' di*k to her n*gga music, I might sign dog
Her n*gga like she hit it with some Pine-Sol (sh*t)
Got four thousand sittin' on my eyeballs
I was gon' put the hook right there, huh, ayy
I might as well hold you straight through (Boy)
Your birthday 'fit cheap as hell, in my play shoes (Damn)
My b*tch pus*y weak as hell, I'm mad I came through
I'm runnin' 'round in diamonds, boy, I feel like Babe Ruth
Her ass is like a tiger, that's my lil' sabretooth
Nah, I ain't 'bout to dance, but I'm finna raise roof
Yeah, I'll drop the ceiling, smokin' with your main boo (Ayy)
My b*tch ain't got no feelings, I created a monster
"How do he keep on doin' this?" I'm makin' 'em wonder (I'm makin' 'em wonder)
You corny like your n*gga, how y'all made for each other?
I'm playin' with them big coin, David and Buster
I'm countin' racks while Laney Lane makin' me supper (Yeah)
Bored as hell gettin' head, thinkin' 'bout changin' my number
Man, I'ma call you Arthur, you be hangin' with busters (Ayy)
My b*tches love me, they tell my name with each other, n*gga
[Outro]
Ayy, yeah, tell my name, b*tch
Psh, ayy, ayy, pst
Ayy, yeah, think I need a therapist, I'm tryna marry a puppet
I'm in the picture, froze up like Frederick Douglass, huh
If she ain't f*ckin', she a dub, Harriet Tubman, n*gga
Ayy, pst, yeah, yeah, a hundred thousand on me, all Harriot Tubman's, pus*y
Ayy, ayy, ayy, tell me name
Ayy, she easy as hell, you know, drunk as hell
Come in this b*tch and just ho n*ggas, just ho you n*ggas, man, all day
I'm gettin' rich as hell off hoein' you n*ggas, man
I can literally just think of four or five n*ggas in my head and just make millions off hoein' you n*ggas, man
This sh*t is f*cked up