FYC Mari, Jclutch, Tunka - Tit Tat Lyrics

Tit for the tat
Baby wanna do it from the back
Hit it outside in the back in the back
Lift her ass up I'm a jack
She know i'm a flipper
No we don't kiss em
First class outta state Ohhh we skippin'
Aim at his face in a case he snitching
Aim at his face in a case he dissin'
When we send shots you know we ain't missing
Slide in the whip in the big body benz and we coming to fuck on ya hoe
Red dot at ya top I know it means stop but all of my niggas on go
I'm chasing a million fuck it let's make it a billion
When we up at the top fuck all them niggas that's hating, they hating we on
Fuck all that shit I be needing the guap
Chasing the bag and they starting to flock
Sloppy toppy I've been fiending some bop
Taking off I've been whipping alone
Oh oh oh
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Tit for the tat
Baby wanna do it from the back
Hit it outside in the back in the back
Lift her ass up I'm a jack
She know i'm a flipper
No we don't kiss em
First class outta state Ohhh we skippin'
Aim at his face in a case he snitching
Aim at his face in a case he dissin'
When we send shots you know we ain't missing
With a pistol
Riding through the city tryna get home
All I wanna do is count big dough
Big boss now listen
Gat for the gat we pimpin'
Aim right back big drum
I don't like to talk about mission
Niggas stay woke i'm the big don
Niggas stay woke i'm the big don
Upping the bag i get checks in the mail
Pray for my down fall but look at you fail
Tit for the tat
Baby wanna do it from the back
Hit it outside in the back in the back
Lift her ass up I'm a jack
She know im a flipper
No we don't kiss em
First class outta state Ohhh we skippin'
Aim at his face in a case he snitching
Aim at his face in a case he dissin'
When we send shots you know we ain't missing
Icebox diamonds so you know my heart cold
Hmm yeah you know my heart froze
You know i keep a rubber for all of my hoes
Eight ball and mjg this space age pimping (I like it)
Shoots at his we gonna leave ass limping (Come on)
And i'm litty like travis i made more money when i was bagging groceries
I had to learn to watch homies screaming fuck 12 and they bet not approach us
I know ima blow up I know ima blow up
I don't want nobody around me when i show up
And i know that the opps gonna approach me and act like they know me and the gang You don't know us
Take a chill pill nigga boy you know you ain't like that
Guarantee if I slap you in ya face you wouldn't fight back
Lame ass niggas gon get jacked or they gone get whacked
Put some money on ya head now it's fitted like a snapback
I love Aventador and i love coupes
You can not catch me hanging round no
I bossed up and got in my bag
I see why i keep making niggas mad

Tit for the tat
Baby wanna do it from the back
Hit it outside in the back in the back
Lift her ass up I'm a jack
She know i'm a flipper
No we don't kiss em
First class outta state Ohhh we skippin'
Aim at his face in a case he snitching
Aim at his face in a case he dissin'
When we send shots you know we ain't missing
Slide in the whip in the big body benz and we coming to fuck on ya hoe
Red dot at ya top I know it means stop but all of my niggas on go
I'm chasing a million fuck it let's make it a billion
When we up at the top fuck all them niggas that's hating, they hating we on
Fuck all that shit I be needing the guap
Chasing the bag and they starting to flock
Sloppy toppy I've been fiending some bop
Taking off I've been whipping alone
Oh oh oh
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Tit for the tat
Baby wanna do it from the back
Hit it outside in the back in the back
Lift her ass up I'm a jack
She know i'm a flipper
No we don't kiss em
First class outta state Ohhh we skippin'
Aim at his face in a case he snitching
Aim at his face in a case he dissin'
When we send shots you know we ain't missing
With a pistol
Riding through the city tryna get home
All I wanna do is count big dough
Big boss now listen
Gat for the gat we pimpin'
Aim right back big drum
I don't like to talk about mission
Niggas stay woke i'm the big don
Niggas stay woke i'm the big don
Upping the bag i get checks in the mail
Pray for my down fall but look at you fail
Tit for the tat
Baby wanna do it from the back
Hit it outside in the back in the back
Lift her ass up I'm a jack
She know im a flipper
No we don't kiss em
First class outta state Ohhh we skippin'
Aim at his face in a case he snitching
Aim at his face in a case he dissin'
When we send shots you know we ain't missing
Icebox diamonds so you know my heart cold
Hmm yeah you know my heart froze
You know i keep a rubber for all of my hoes
Eight ball and mjg this space age pimping (I like it)
Shoots at his we gonna leave ass limping (Come on)
And i'm litty like travis i made more money when i was bagging groceries
I had to learn to watch homies screaming fuck 12 and they bet not approach us
I know ima blow up I know ima blow up
I don't want nobody around me when i show up
And i know that the opps gonna approach me and act like they know me and the gang You don't know us
Take a chill pill nigga boy you know you ain't like that
Guarantee if I slap you in ya face you wouldn't fight back
Lame ass niggas gon get jacked or they gone get whacked
Put some money on ya head now it's fitted like a snapback
I love Aventador and i love coupes
You can not catch me hanging round no
I bossed up and got in my bag
I see why i keep making niggas mad