Jace Ityb Lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Nigga, what?
Nigga, who?
Nigga, what? Ayy
Nigga, ooh
Whoa, Kenny

[Verse 1]
Hopped out the foreign just to feel more important (Hey)
Fucked all on his bitch and then I left in the morning (Hey)
She text me back to back (Back), so I started ignoring
Now that I got your attention, let me begin to inform you (Go)
That I got a hot and a heavy flow (Hot)
'Cause I'm ready, though
Not for the radio, stop and just let it go
Talk to a thot for a twat and a heavy throat
I would stop, I cannot 'cause I'm very dope
Niggas pushin' dirt up on my name like a burial
My bitch almost bald, Halle Berry, ho
Run nigga, fat pockets, think I'm Lil Terio, ayy
I be with my rounds like a merry-go, ayy
My niggas keep rounds like a Ferris go, ayy
I heard your new sound, it was terrible, ayy
Honestly, it wasn't even bearable, ayy
Run up on niggas like, "There they go," ayy
Think I'm Creflo in the pulpit (Hey)
Check me out, man, I'm back on my bullshit (I am)
Niggas act like they rap with a full clip
When they wouldn't even clap if they could hit (They wouldn't)
I'm the one you see creepin' on the weekend lookin' decent
Never wanna fuck her if she got a weave in
Make her take her wig off when I'm deep in
Lil Tape dove off the fuckin' deep end
Do I wanna fuck her? Well, it all depends
Are you her nigga? Are you her man?
Please don't make me ask you again

[Chorus]
Is that your bitch, nigga? (Is that your bitch?)
Is that your bitch? (Is that your bitch?)
Is that your bitch, nigga? (Is that your bitch?)
Is that your bitch? (Is that your bitch?)
Is that your bitch, nigga? (Is that your bitch?)
Is that your bitch? (Is that your bitch?)
'Cause right now it doesn't look like it is (Better hope it isn't)
Is that your bitch, nigga?

[Verse 2]
If it ain't, I'm pullin' up with the drugs and the drank
RIP Fredo, but I still sip paint
Niggas talk like squad but I know they ain't gang (Know you ain't gang)
Fucked your sister and she told me you a lame (You a lame)
Fucked your baby mama and she said the same thing (You a lame)
Must be genetic, dawg, really you pathetic, dawg
If you got smoke, I suggest that you let it off
Hit twice, but I didn't give her head at all (No)
And she sent mad texts and I read 'em all
Type back but I didn't even send it all
I been countin' money and forgot who I was textin', ah
Told her hot shit
And she gon' give me brain in the cockpit
I'm in the mall when it's closed, dawg, I'm locked in
And I might pass her off like I'm Stockton
Said these other niggas pussy, I am not them (Nope)
Said ain't shit clit on me, ain't shit bitch on me
Know I'm plugged, man, everything lit, homie
Like Dequan, nigga, everything rich, homie
Not my broad so with everything split, homie
If you ain't mine, well you can't get shit from me (Can't get shit)
Well, maybe just some, maybe just some dick from me (Maybe this dick)
But damn, ain't that your bitch, homie?

[Chorus]
Is that your bitch, nigga? (Is that your bitch?)
Is that your bitch? (Is that your bitch?)
Is that your bitch, nigga? (Is that your bitch?)
Is that your bitch? (Is that your bitch?)
Is that your bitch, nigga? (Is that your bitch?)
Is that your bitch? (Is that your bitch?)
'Cause right now it doesn't look like it is (Better hope it isn't)
Is that your bitch, nigga? (Is that your bitch?)
Is that your bitch?

[Outro]
Nigga, what?
Nigga, who?
Nigga, what? Ayy
Nigga, ooh