(Turn me up, T)

(Bird droids flexin')

I want all of ‘em

Bitch, I'm in my birthday suit

I'm with bad hoes

Boy, them hoes, you got expired

We been had those

Bitch, I've been recordin' shit

Just did five songs

I've been so smoked out up in this stu like I got five bongs

Fuckin' all these hoes feel like Ben Dover

Lucky ass nigga like a four leaf clover

I know they gon' hate all these hoes up in my home

(Ay they up in here)

They say she like me and I'm doing her dead wrong

(Ty you wrong for that)

Bad bitches, they been fuckin' with me

From the city, they be up in the streets

They got niggas, but they duckin' with me

In my home and they suckin' on me

Shawty bad, but she want me to chase

Trackstar, Shawty just wanna race

Ain't chasin', movin' at my own pace

Like Picasso, I'ma paint on her face

Shawty tellin' me that she wanna ride

In the stew and it’s just me and my guys

Say her nigga, he been tellin' her lies

Shawty hurtin', I can see in her eyes

Tellin' me she pullin' up with her crew

They all with it, I know what I'ma do

Knowing me to myself I need two

High rise Telly they enjoying the view

In the Stu, my bro smokin' ‘em out

She all up on me, I'll be in her mouth

If she ain't fuckin', then I'm kickin' her out

Put it in her, she gon' scream or she shout

Shawty bad, but the dick she can't take

Real nigga put it all in her face

Pussy wet like a motherfuckin' lake

Hittin' spots, I don't make no mistakes

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

I want all of ‘em

Fuckin' all these hoes feel like Ben Dover

Lucky ass nigga like a four-leaf clover

I know they gon' hate all these hoes up in my home

They say she like me and I'm doin' her dead wrong

(Ty you wrong for that man)

Plenty hoes feeling like I’m Hugh Hefner

She not mine, so you know I won't check her

I just hit it, you know that I just sex her

She get mad when I don't even text her

When she mad, I'ma lame in her eyes

Real nigga, I don't wear no disguise

Y'all lie to kick it and I don't even try

Walk up to her and I tell her I'm Ty

Shawty pretty and she look like Janija

She be wantin' me to come stick beside her

She ain't mine though, so I gotta hide her

Got her stuck like a motherfuckin' spider

In her guts, I be all up inside her

Stretch her out, yeah, I'm makin' her wider

Let her drive it yeah I don’t gotta guide her

Hop on top and she turn to a rider, she hoppin' on top

And I know that Lil' Shawty get lit

And when she come down, I know she gon' suck it

I know she gon' twist it and spit it, yeah

I said, Shawty bad, but she not my bitch

I'm like Ben Dover, it's a lot of hoes I’m fuckin' with

Bitch, I'm in my birthday suit

I'm with bad hoes

Boy, them hoes, you got expired

We been had those

Bitch, I've been recordin' shit

Just did five songs (Yeah)

I'm so smoked out in this stu like I got five bongs

Uh, Uh, Uh, Uh, Uh, Uh, I want all of em

Fuckin' all these hoes feel like Ben Dover (Ouh)

Lucky ass nigga like a four leaf clover

I know they gon' hate all these hoes up in my home

(Ay they up in here)

They say she like me and I'm doing her dead wrong

(Ty why you doing her like that man?)