Sada Baby, Tay B, Skilla Baby, East Warren Buck - Tay B Style (Remix) lyrics

Huh? (MIA JAY C)
Merry Christmas happy New Year
Huh?

Niggas always barkin' on the 'net
Don't even be wild i get in my car to bless
My Insta' with a freestyle
Walk him down, this a layup
Don't need no rebound
All facts since a lil' nigga
This Tay B style
My lil' bitch don't want no lacefront
She like leave out
I got money, I got hoes, I don't need clout
Niggas always talkin' crazy 'bout me
'til I beat they ass
I should buy this nigga mama house
Make him leave out

Fire bomb the weed house
Can't get no more weed out
I'll knock your teeth out your mouth
And make you bleed out
When I see a nigga I don't like
Shit get violent
'Cause I grew up fightin'
Hearin' police sirens
Threw the fiends a concert, I got Miley Cyrus
Hustle all day
Then spread that money like a virus
Huh? All my bitches twenty-six and up
I heard you got a BBL, can you let me fuck?
In the hood, I'm on tuck, bein' broke
That shit suck
My new bitch mixed with stallion and Italian
She a mutt 'Bout to get rich this year
I can feel it in my gut tryna escape
But the street shit got a hold on me
I look like a beehive
It's so many hoes on me
My lil' bitch love hard
She'll sell her soul for me
Been tryna figure out what to
Do with all these racks
I don't take my swipe friends to the gym
Them niggas hacks
My lil' bitch on the G-way
You can catch me in the back
It's so many officers tryna catch
Me with a strap i'm a dog for real
They'll never catch me in the cat
I'm so quick to tell a bitch
Nigga to pardon my back, Hah

Niggas always barkin' on the 'net
Don't even be wild i get in my car to bless
My Insta' with a freestyle
Walk him down, this a layup
Don't need no rebound
All facts since a lil' nigga
This Tay B style
My lil' bitch don't want no lacefront
She like leave out
I got money, I got hoes, I don't need clout
Niggas always talkin' crazy 'bout me
'til I beat they ass
I should buy this nigga mama house
And make him leave out

Yeah, I used to serve niggas with the weed
I got fiends now
Yeah, I know you used to love this bitch
She fuckin' me now talkin' cash shit
But you can't pull a hundred G's out
Headshot, then a body shot
Watch him bleed out
Niggas always talkin' killer shit
But don't be killin' shit
She ask me for some money, I'm like
"Huh?" I'm on my Skilla shit robbin' me
Better chance at swallowin' some cinnamon
I'll hit that pussy all night
But I'm not kissin' it
Naw, I can't get into it
I am not that intimate
City dried up with all the Wock'
I put some Trish in it
Hit a bitch, she pullin' me in
She got grip in it nigga, I got real pape'
I am not pandemic rich
Huh, niggas always talkin' on the 'net
Ain't really on shit
Once I came across some real pape'
I got lil' bro rich
Runnin' off with a nigga bag
That's that broke shit
See, I'm that nigga
They can't fuck with me and they know this

In Atlanta richer than the Falcons
This Tay B style
All straps for a lil' nigga if we beefed out
(Huh) give your bitch a Perc'
She grab my dick and spit a freestyle (Huh)
Any ho don't like to swallow
Kids have me creeped out (Huh)
Firebomb they traphouse
Can't get no more racks now (Huh)
Can't sell no more crack
Now, Dwayne Johnson, Smackdown
(Huh) pookie need his fix
But that Chris Rock got slapped out (Huh)
Next move ain't mapped out
Ex-bitch just tapped out
Listen, all my bitches rich and dumb as fuck
Huh heard your nigga went to jail, now
Come and suck my nuts, Huh
I'm off Percocets and they ho
Tryna turn it up, Huh
Tryna calm down, but that get hot
Got a hold on me, Huh
I done lied to every bitch
That I can think of
Hit 'em with that rerock, but can't
Never get no rerun, uh, Uh
Every ho know who I'm is when they see blood
Them niggas gangster on the internet
See Casada, don't speak up, Duh

Grew the work in Oakland, but I just left OKC
Now I'm out in Jersey gettin'
Off like I'm KD all these diamonds on me
Now these bitches think I'm Tay B
Huh? Fuck you mean? Bitch, this an AP
Bustdown, say cheese
Get 'em out for thirty-six
I only paid eighteen that was 2018
Double up my chicken
Turn a four to an eight-piece
Turn my bike into a Porsche, we can race
This bitch a sport
Turn your wife into a whore
Turn my Nikes to Dior
Still plugged in the Lex'
Them fiends callin' me for more
Opps still sendin' threats, man
They must ain't checked the score
At the game courtside
Spillin' liquor on the floor

Niggas always barkin' on the 'net
Don't even be wild i get in my car to bless
My Insta' with a freestyle
Walk him down, this a layup
Don't need no rebound
All facts since a lil' nigga
This Tay B style
My lil' bitch don't want no lacefront
She like leave out
I got money, I got hoes, I don't need clout
Niggas always talkin' crazy 'bout me
'til I beat they ass
I should buy this nigga mama house
Make him leave out (Huh?)