Songtext Yitty on yo tittys (freestyle) Lizzo

Yitty on yo tittys (freestyle)

(Scram, bam, don't we do it big?)
(And we iced like a food cup, weed gets it in)
(Tell 'em, wham, bam, dog, we the shit, Zaytoven)
(And we right hand cookin' and we know to flip the grill, tell 'em) Yeah, hahahahahahaha

Bitch, it's Lizzo, call me Lizzy
I been fat and I been skinny, bitches still ain't fuckin' with me (Never, never, never)
Bitch, it's Lizzo, call me Lizzy
I been fat and I been skinny, bitches still ain't fuckin' with me
Uh, whim, whamie (Whim, whamie)
I put my bitches on, I'm tryna give 'em Grammys
Ah, whim, whamie
Took them bitches off the list, now they can't stand me
Fuck all that beefin', we too pretty
Bitch, it's summer, we outside, put some yitty on your titties (We outside, ho)
What K-Dot say? Take off the foo-foo
How you talkin' shit 'bout me? Can't even outdress my Labubu
Na-na, boo-boo, I go cuckoo, I do ratchet more than you do (Ah, ah)
All my girls just passed your man around, he just got off the choo-choo (Choo-choo)
I'm so over all the drama, all summer, I be shakin' ass, I put that on my mama (On my mama, ho)

(Scram, bam, don't we do it big?) This what you wanted, ho? Yeah
(And we iced like a food cup, weed gets it in) Then you gon' get it
(Tell 'em, wham, bam, dog, we the shit) Yeah, haha
(And we right hand cookin' and we know to flip the grill, tell 'em)

Bitch, it's Lizzo, call me Lizzy
I been fat and I been skinny, bitches still ain't fuckin' with me (I said, BBW)
Bitch, it's Lizzo, I been busy (Who?)
I been fat and I been skinny (Who?), but I always been this pretty, ho
Yeah, I'm a bad lil bit', huh? (Yeah)
Yeah, I've been standin' on business (Ha)
Yeah, a couple hoes done switched up (Bye, bitch)
Tell security that they're not with us (You can't tell?)
Nigga wanna smash real bad, this nigga burnt out (He burnt out)
Never fucked a big bitch before, I got him turnt out (Yeah)
Turnt out? Turnt out, yeah, bitch, I'm turnt now
All that hatin' y'all was doin' got a bitch up now (Ah-ha)
I woke up to bitches who was prayin' on my downfall
Whoever they was prayin' to ain't listen to 'em at all (Not my God)
Bitch, get off my dick, you're gon' get lockjaw (Baow)
Can't a bitch be rich? Damn, good Lord

(Scram, bam, don't we do it big?) Woo
(And we iced like a food cup, weed gets it in) All I'm sayin'
(Tell 'em, wham, bam, dog, we the shit) Yeah, yeah
(And we right hand cookin' and we know to flip the grill, tell 'em) Damn, damn, don't worry about me, damn, damn
(Scram, bam, don't we do it big?) Yeah, yeah
(And we iced like a food cup, weed gets it in) Damn, damn
(Tell 'em, wham, bam, dog, we the shit) I'm just goin' crazy, tryna tell them
(And we right hand cookin' and we know to flip the grill) Ah, ah, ah, ah