[Girl:]
You’s a nasty, uh, nasty, uh, nasty n***a
You’s a nasty, uh, nasty, uh, nasty n***a
You’s a nasty n***a
You’s a trashy n***a
You’s a nasty n***a
You’s a trashy n***a
You’s a nasty, uh, nasty, uh, nasty n***a
You’s a nast, nas, nasty, n***a
[Tyga:]
She ride it, she top me, she freaky, she bout it
She crazy, she violent, she dripping, it’s fountain, I smack it
She pull it, she bite it, no scratching, it’s target
Practice, keep a ratchet
Tap out when I tap it
Crossed like a Catholic
Diamonds all in my fabric
These n***as is so average
I’m all in my peas and carrots
Ain’t thinking about no marriage
You livin’ vicariously through me b**h why you starin’
Damn, I f**ed some thot hoes
But I gotta keep that on the low
Them screenshots be ammo
Just blew my load wearing Rambo
The grant game told her sip slow
Wildin’ chain in this
[?]
Head game strong, hedgehog
Hell yea, I blew her head off
Feds watchin’ so I sped off
Crawl back to me cut the legs off
Broke is a joke wipe the smirk off
I don’t drink no Smirnoff
You n***as shop at the surplus
Boss up get your dollars up
f** her once I don’t follow up
[Girl (Tyga):]
You’s a nasty n***a, (haha)
You’s a trashy n***a
You’s a nasty n***a, (augh)
You’s a trashy n***a, (bih)
You’s a nasty, uh, nasty, uh, nasty n***a
You’s a nasty, uh, nasty, uh, nasty n***a
(She said,)
You’s a nasty n***a, (haha)
You’s a trashy n***a
You’s a nasty n***a, (augh)
You’s a trashy n***a, (haha)
You’s a nasty, uh, nasty, uh, nasty n***a
You’s a nasty, uh, nasty, uh, nasty n***a, (augh)
[Tyga:]
I’m a nasty n***a
She love nasty n***as
All of that a** in my face
Don’t feel bad my n***a
f**in with no brakes
Crash in the pillows
All of my beach they bang, I cum on the instrumental
Do it my dirt is simple
Pull up on a thot
Flexin’ on my ops
Hittin that milly rock
Hot boy in the hot
Glaciers all in my watch
Making her best friend watch
I might go live
I got, no time, b**h, ride it like you don’t drive
Hop up on your good foot, spit on it, shoeshine
In the booth, I, go abusive to track five
I end that, flatline, rotate hoes like spare tires
Five flames, but the heatwave, car painted and the feet suede
In the strip club, I go, T-Pain
Stay in your lane, cause heat lane
I’m the n***a that can’t be traced
Spray in your face, no face paint
Your baby mama always say
[Girl (Tyga):]
You’s a nasty n***a, haha
You’s a trashy n***a
You’s a nasty n***a, augh
You’s a trashy n***a, bih
You’s a nasty, uh, nasty, uh, nasty n***a
You’s a nasty, uh, nasty, uh, nasty n***a
(She said,)
You’s a nasty n***a, haha
You’s a trashy n***a
You’s a nasty n***a, augh
You’s a trashy n***a, bih
You’s a nasty, uh, nasty, uh, nasty n***a
You’s a nasty, uh, nasty, uh, nasty n***a, augh