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TYB X 610 (feat. Lil 610) [Prod. Wes] Video (MV)




Performed By: Tjtyb
Length: 3:13
Written by: Tjtyb




Tjtyb - TYB X 610 (feat. Lil 610) [Prod. Wes] Lyrics




Your bitch hit my phone to reup
We smoke and we eat and we f*ck
I know that she good for the front
Cause she let me nut just where I want
TYB just to stunt, took an L now i'm on the run (yeah yeah)
Secured the bag in a month, took your bitch out for lunch (true)
All summer 17 ima really be trappin in crocs (that's what we do)
In the MGM with the slots, coming soon with the locs
I been getting bitches from a young age (wavy, wavy, wavy)
Ima f*ck your bitch if she come backstage (wavy, wavy, wavy)
Half my so called niggas man they mad fake (aye aye)
I know your broke ass ran in my room broke in my safe
It's cool though cause I made it back the next day
And them 100's that you took was really chump change

TYB, TYB, TYB, your bitch she really be liking me, liking me, liking me
Cause she see me in my TYB, TYB, TYB, cause she see me in my TYB
I hit your bitch from the front, I hit my bitch from the back
I hit my bitch from the back, I hit your bitch from the front
Like Karl Malone I dunk, pussy niggas they are punks
Only smoke on the skunk, only smoke on the skunk
Nigga pull up with the tooka pack, niggas talk shit and these niggas we do this shit
Niggas they know that we ruthless and shit, nigga we rocking these Louis and True's and shit
Nigga you know that we get it cause nigga we rocking the Subis
Niggas they really can't do me
The green be jumping just like its Luigi, niggas they scared just like Luigi
Niggas they see me and they wanna be me but niggas cannot cause I got the bands
And I got the racks and I got the stacks (aye aye)
My bitches ass is fat, my other bitch ass is fat, my other bitch ass is fat, and my other bitch ass is fat (aye)
Cause I got me a rotation (aye), and I got me a rotation (aye)
We smoke in a rotation (aye), my bitches they are amazing (aye)
My bitches they are amazing (aye), my bitches they just go brazy (aye)
My bitches they just go crazy (aye), my bitches they so amazing (aye)
Like they Kanye West, say that shit with your f*ckin chest
You are less, I am the best, playing these bitches just like the next
She hit me up on my phone, this is off the dome
Plus your dome gone get the chrome, they say when you are in Rome
Let it go and you know we got the florist
Frozone cause its f*ckin froze and you know this
And you noted, Lil 610 is so sick
Plus im going, always going
With gang cause that be TYB got the distressed hat
Niggas talk shit (nigga), don't f*ckin stress that
Cop that shit for the low tonight, tyb-llc.com that's top flight
Niggas gotta get it cause we gotta cop, empty the store
Niggas pull up cause we in the store rolling the dro
That's how we be in the shop, we gon cook it in the shop
Kodie Shane rockin that shit, she rockin that shit on the block
Niggas talk shit like wassah? Niggas they too f*cking high
Niggas they really know us, niggas they do not know you
Nigga they only know gang, nigga the 40 gon bang
We gon run this check up, nigga f*ck all of you stangs
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Your bitch hit my phone to reup
We smoke and we eat and we f*ck
I know that she good for the front
Cause she let me nut just where I want
TYB just to stunt, took an L now i'm on the run (yeah yeah)
Secured the bag in a month, took your bitch out for lunch (true)
All summer 17 ima really be trappin in crocs (that's what we do)
In the MGM with the slots, coming soon with the locs
I been getting bitches from a young age (wavy, wavy, wavy)
Ima f*ck your bitch if she come backstage (wavy, wavy, wavy)
Half my so called niggas man they mad fake (aye aye)
I know your broke ass ran in my room broke in my safe
It's cool though cause I made it back the next day
And them 100's that you took was really chump change

TYB, TYB, TYB, your bitch she really be liking me, liking me, liking me
Cause she see me in my TYB, TYB, TYB, cause she see me in my TYB
I hit your bitch from the front, I hit my bitch from the back
I hit my bitch from the back, I hit your bitch from the front
Like Karl Malone I dunk, pussy niggas they are punks
Only smoke on the skunk, only smoke on the skunk
Nigga pull up with the tooka pack, niggas talk shit and these niggas we do this shit
Niggas they know that we ruthless and shit, nigga we rocking these Louis and True's and shit
Nigga you know that we get it cause nigga we rocking the Subis
Niggas they really can't do me
The green be jumping just like its Luigi, niggas they scared just like Luigi
Niggas they see me and they wanna be me but niggas cannot cause I got the bands
And I got the racks and I got the stacks (aye aye)
My bitches ass is fat, my other bitch ass is fat, my other bitch ass is fat, and my other bitch ass is fat (aye)
Cause I got me a rotation (aye), and I got me a rotation (aye)
We smoke in a rotation (aye), my bitches they are amazing (aye)
My bitches they are amazing (aye), my bitches they just go brazy (aye)
My bitches they just go crazy (aye), my bitches they so amazing (aye)
Like they Kanye West, say that shit with your f*ckin chest
You are less, I am the best, playing these bitches just like the next
She hit me up on my phone, this is off the dome
Plus your dome gone get the chrome, they say when you are in Rome
Let it go and you know we got the florist
Frozone cause its f*ckin froze and you know this
And you noted, Lil 610 is so sick
Plus im going, always going
With gang cause that be TYB got the distressed hat
Niggas talk shit (nigga), don't f*ckin stress that
Cop that shit for the low tonight, tyb-llc.com that's top flight
Niggas gotta get it cause we gotta cop, empty the store
Niggas pull up cause we in the store rolling the dro
That's how we be in the shop, we gon cook it in the shop
Kodie Shane rockin that shit, she rockin that shit on the block
Niggas talk shit like wassah? Niggas they too f*cking high
Niggas they really know us, niggas they do not know you
Nigga they only know gang, nigga the 40 gon bang
We gon run this check up, nigga f*ck all of you stangs
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