Innit lyrics

[Intro: BunnaB & YKNIECE]
Yo YK
Yuh, Bunna, talk to these mothaf*ckin' people
What the f*ck goin' on
They been asking for this sh*t, we gotta give it to 'em
They've been wantin' on this sh*t

[Chorus: BunnaB & YKNIECE]
I'm talm 'bout innit (I'm talm 'bout innit)
And if he want the cat, he got to spend it (He got to spend it)
He claimed he smacked this sh*t, no he didn't (No, he lyin')
Can't be runnin' 'round the city like we did it (What the f*ck)
Droppin' salt, why you f*ckin' up my image (Up my image)
Can't let him hit it, 'cause he tryna tell the business (Mhm)
Won't f*ck him, won't suck him, can't kiss him
Can-can-can't let him hit, 'cause he tryna tell the business (Mhm)
Won't f*ck him, won't suck him, can't kiss him (At all)

[Verse 1: BunnaB & YKNIECE]
Thеy know this pus*y like a faucet (I'm talm 'bout faucet)
I throw this wham all on his body (Ooh)
Hе eat this sh*t, I'm talm 'bout sloppy (I'm talm 'bout sloppy)
This n*gga beggin' me to stop it (Why he beg)
I like to ride it (Like to ride), I'm talm 'bout rodeo (I'm talm 'bout rodeo)
That's my sh*t (Huh), and I'm his ho
He mine, I'm his, he nutted, can't last in it
It's wet, got grip, feel good, come slide in
[Pre-Chorus: BunnaB & YKNIECE]
Throw it, throw it, throw it, throw that wham
Shake it, shake it, shake it around
You better throw it in a circle (Throw it)
Nut in it, boy, you know this pus*y fertile (This sh*t so fertile)

[Chorus: BunnaB & YKNIECE]
(I'm talm 'bout innit)
And if he want the cat, he got to spend it (He got to spend it)
He claimed he smacked this sh*t, no he didn't (No, he lyin')
Can't be runnin' 'round the city like we did it (What the f*ck)
Droppin' salt, why you f*ckin' up my image (Up my image)
Can't let him hit it, 'cause he tryna tell the business (Mhm)
Won't f*ck him, won't suck him, can't kiss him
Can-can-can't let him hit, 'cause he tryna tell the business (Mhm)
Won't f*ck him, won't suck him, can't kiss him (At all)

[Verse 2: BunnaB, YKNIECE & Both]
(Mmhf)
He say I'm pretty, if you love me, better die for this pity
Itty bitty titty committee, ain't got chest for throwin' ass in the city
Big booty, peanut butter ficky, chocolate like a candy bar and this sh*t so sticky (I'm talm 'bout sticky)
He like it, and he want to wipe it, how many times I gotta say it's like a faucet (I'm talm 'bout water)

[Pre-Chorus: BunnaB & YKNIECE]
Throw it, throw it, throw it, throw that wham
Shake it, shake it, shake it around
You better throw it in a circle (Throw it)
Nut in it, boy, you know this pus*y fertile (This sh*t so fertile)
[Chorus: BunnaB & YKNIECE]
And if he want the cat, he got to spend it (He got to spend it)
He claimed he smacked this sh*t, no he didn't (No, he didn't)
Can't be runnin' 'round the city like we did it (What the f*ck)
Droppin' salt, why you f*ckin' up my image
Can't let him hit it, 'cause he tryna tell the business (Mhm)
Won't f*ck him, won't suck him, can't kiss him
Can-can-can't let him hit, 'cause he tryna tell the business (Mhm)
Won't f*ck him, won't suck him, can't kiss him