ITYB lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
n*gga, what?
n*gga, who?
n*gga, what? Ayy
n*gga, ooh
Whoa, Kenny

[Verse 1]
Hopped out the foreign just to feel more important (Hey)
f*cked all on his b*tch 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
n*ggas pushin' dirt up on my name like a burial
My b*tch almost bald, Halle Berry, ho
Run n*gga, fat pockets, think I'm Lil Terio, ayy
I be with my rounds like a merry-go, ayy
My n*ggas 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 n*ggas like, "There they go," ayy
Think I'm Creflo in the pulpit (Hey)
Check me out, man, I'm back on my bullsh*t (I am)
n*ggas 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 f*ck her if she got a weave in
Make her take her wig off when I'm deep in
Lil Tape dove off the f*ckin' deep end
Do I wanna f*ck her? Well, it all depends
Are you her n*gga? Are you her man?
Please don't make me ask you again
[Chorus]
Is that your b*tch, n*gga? (Is that your b*tch?)
Is that your b*tch? (Is that your b*tch?)
Is that your b*tch, n*gga? (Is that your b*tch?)
Is that your b*tch? (Is that your b*tch?)
Is that your b*tch, n*gga? (Is that your b*tch?)
Is that your b*tch? (Is that your b*tch?)
'Cause right now it doesn't look like it is (Better hope it isn't)
Is that your b*tch, n*gga?

[Verse 2]
If it ain't, I'm pullin' up with the drugs and the drank
RIP Fredo, but I still sip paint
n*ggas talk like squad but I know they ain't gang (Know you ain't gang)
f*cked your sister and she told me you a lame (You a lame)
f*cked 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 sh*t
And she gon' give me brain in the c*ckpit
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 n*ggas pus*y, I am not them (Nope)
Said ain't sh*t clit on me, ain't sh*t b*tch on me
Know I'm plugged, man, everything lit, homie
Like Dequan, n*gga, everything rich, homie
Not my broad so with everything split, homie
If you ain't mine, well you can't get sh*t from me (Can't get sh*t)
Well, maybe just some, maybe just some di*k from me (Maybe this di*k)
But damn, ain't that your b*tch, homie?
[Chorus]
Is that your b*tch, n*gga? (Is that your b*tch?)
Is that your b*tch? (Is that your b*tch?)
Is that your b*tch, n*gga? (Is that your b*tch?)
Is that your b*tch? (Is that your b*tch?)
Is that your b*tch, n*gga? (Is that your b*tch?)
Is that your b*tch? (Is that your b*tch?)
'Cause right now it doesn't look like it is (Better hope it isn't)
Is that your b*tch, n*gga? (Is that your b*tch?)
Is that your b*tch?

[Outro]
n*gga, what?
n*gga, who?
n*gga, what? Ayy
n*gga, ooh