Big Yavo, Li Heat - Titi lyrics

Ayy, let that shit ride, Tav
Let's go, skrrt, skrrt ayy, gang
Turn me up, ayy

Gang, call up lil' Titi again
Her nigga don't know she
Been drivin' the pent
Seventeen nicks like Jeremy Lin
I cut off my bitch, no, we ain't winnin'
I cut off my bitch, she went right side, left
I don't use elevators, yeah
I like big steps if she try to charge me
I'm tellin' the ref
Tag team bust a bitch like we mad at Jeff

And I aim with the heat like the young D Wade
Choppa cuttin' shit, give an opp temp fade
Ah, Lil Baby and Dugg, lil' bitch, we paid
If I fuck
I'ma dip like I opened some Lay's
My dawg in the kennel, let D out the cage
I'm young with money
So I'm stuck in my ways
Ayy, I swing the stick like a drunk ass uncle
Hit from the back, bet I pull out her frontal
Yeah, your nigga dumb, but GG dumber
You not a boss, lil' bitch, you a runner
Ayy, I'm a big boss like Vince McMahon
She slurp the dick like it's drink in a can
Make up your mind, you a opp or a fan?
You cut off the lights
My diamonds gon' dance
You cut on the lights
My diamonds gon' blind
Like the opps got rank
We'll pull up and aim

Gang, call up lil' Titi again
Her nigga don't know she
Been drivin' the pent
Seventeen nicks like Jeremy Lin
I cut off my bitch, no, we ain't winnin'
I cut off my bitch, she went right side, left
I don't use elevators, yeah
I like big steps if she try to charge me
I'm tellin' the ref
Tag team bust a bitch like we mad at Jeff

Yeah, I'm just smokin' Jamaican like potion
On the E, just picked up your ho friend
How the fuck you a trapper and
You don't know the meaning?
I'm tryna find me a opp
Mix a hunnid in the season
And I keep my heat
I ain't goin' to Cleveland gangsta bitch
She keep a heat in her cleavage
Before I dip, gotta grab my Glock
Can't leave it
My opps odd, the score uneven
Ayy, sippin' good drink
Li Heat pour some more up
Adidas, I'm tryna run some more up
I'm in the club with ten bottles
On top of the sofa
I fuck with robbers and killers
My show fucked
Ayy, look, I'm havin' bread, cold cut
'Fore I let him beat, my
I'll kill a nigga dead like Oprah
Look, my opps Fruit Loops
All of 'em boxed in
She don't drop the panties
Call her opp friend (Let's go)

Gang, call up lil' Titi again
Her nigga don't know she
Been drivin' the pent
Seventeen nicks like Jeremy Lin
I cut off my bitch, no, we ain't winnin'
I cut off my bitch, she went right side, left
I don't use elevators, yeah
I like big steps if she try to charge me
I'm tellin' the ref
Tag team bust a bitch like we mad at Jeff