Bitch Yeah Lyrics – NBA YoungBoy

Bitch Yeah Lyrics by NBA YoungBoy from the “I Rest My Case” album is a Newly released English song. Bitch Yeah Lyrics are written by YoungBoy Never Broke Again & Timmy Da HitMan while the song is produced by Timmy Da HitMan. The song was published on January 6, 2023.

Bitch Yeah Lyrics

Bitch Yeah Song Details:

Song: Bitch Yeah
Album: I Rest My Case
Singer(s): NBA YoungBoy
Produced by: Timmy Da HitMan
Written by: YoungBoy Never Broke Again & Timmy Da HitMan
Label:  Motown Records & Never Broke Again
Release Date: January 6, 2023

Bitch Yeah Lyrics

(Timmy Da HitMan)
Huh, what?
What? What? What? What? What?
What? What?

What’s crackin’? What? (What?)
Or whatever I’m brackin’ on, bitch
Yeah, that my blood,
I got all Fives ’round this bitch
These hoes wan’ fuck, these niggas
can’t fuck with none of us in this bitch
I’m, a hit at your clique with the stick (Baow)
Make me turn you lil’ boys to a lick (A lick)
I got stripper big booty
bitches blowin’ up on my phone
Too much swag, stylist cop
more clothes inside of my home
Put yo’ bitch in VLone
Bitch, play what you please
along as you don’t QC on
Bitch, I make you bleed, ho
Bitch, I know I bleed, ho
Band red 5, big B, ho (Hell, yeah)
Bitch, get on your knees, ho (Yeah, yeah)
Come and suck it with no teeth, ho (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I’m rich, I’m rich, I’m rich, bitch, I’m rich as shit
Come get it, got to whip it
Know I got to whip it, nigga,
come and get your bitch
Molly, Molly, Holly, Wolly,
had a 30, whip out his body
I don’t play that shit, I keep that chopper
I might buy me a Maserati
Shoot that drum at that bitch, it’s [?]
‘Forе get to my shit, you know I’ma pop it
Bitch, give me yo’ soul, givе me yo’ body
Swag out the bitch, pop out for mama
I get high in this bitch (I’m gone)
I get so high in this bitch (I’m gone)
I might make her [?] a nigga
Bitch, come touch your toes
Finna make a R&B bitch come
here off her phone (Yeah)
If we fuck ’bout how good she can sing,
bitch, get that phone (Yeah)

Bitch, get that phone (Oh)
Bitch, get that phone (Yeah, yeah)
Bitch, get that phone, ho
Bitch, get that phone (Yeah, yeah)

My brothers are kickin’ a door (Yeah, yeah)
I don’t like that nigga, a ho (Yeah, yeah)
I don’t like that lil’ boy’s bitch
I do not like for my ho to hear none these songs
Like when I break her back to my songs
Lookin’ at these bitch make racks at home
Tell me what type if time you on
Buy me clothes, they fit me right
I don’t know who fuckin’ side you on
I know that this wrong and they real right
[?]
I ain’t put money on yo’ head, that’s right
Bang red, that blood, my thug, my Five
[?] slime get this party hyped
She rock soon as I get outside
Rudolph beam on his nose and eyes
[?] which one gon’ eat me right?
Geekin’, I’m geekin’, I’m higher than high (Uh-huh)
Geekin’, I’m geekin’, I’m higher than high (Bitch)
I get higher with her when I’m shoppin’ online (Bitch, yeah)
I can get all my words to this, everytime (Bitch, yeah)
And this bitch [?] without you on my side (Bitch, yeah)
You on my side, bitch, don’t play with
my money you know you my guy (Bitch, yeah)
I got factory tires on bottom
of each of my rides (Bitch, yeah)
I got factory tires on bottom
of each of my rides (Bitch, yeah)

I got more money than you lil’ boys,
y’all some bitches (Bitch, yeah)
I can’t even drive and got more cars,
your shit is leased or rented (Bitch, yeah)
Know we make shit hype about [?]
on back got switches (Bitch, yeah)
I don’t give no fuck ’bout who rockstar,
I don’t want you bitches (Bitch, yeah)

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