TIFFANY

Lyrics

I got a story to tell, man, I got a story to tell Got a story to tell, I got a story to tell [Verse 1] On this night, Chris met Tiffany Tiffany was at the club wearing Tiffany In the middle of the club, they played Central Cee And that's how they met, I guess it's meant to be Tiff came to the table, asked for a drink Chris was like, "You a baddie, shit, what's good with me?" They went shot after shot as he lit the tree Drinkin' like they ain't tryna have memory When Future came on, she like, "This my song" Poppin' ass, Chris like, "I gotta get her homе" Cardi B came on, she started showin' thong Likе, "Ayy," with her tongue out, she in that mode Chris in that zone, he was tryna roll Drunk off the liq', he was tryna score His homies wasn't ready, though His homie met a bitch with ass that wiggle like jelly, though So they stayed, more liquor got chased Drunk and high, they was in a daze Chris like, "Whatever Tiff want, okay" Tiff thinkin' like, "I found my bae" And this chick that Chris knew walked up Tiff knew her too, but Tiff tried to hide her face She lookin' at Chris, like, "Don't do it" Tiff lookin' at the bitch kinda sideways And shit gettin' weird, shit gettin' weird Chris see, but he drunk, his vision barely clear Tiff like, "Let's go, let's get out of here" Chris drunk, if he drive, he probably hit a deer [Interlude] Fuck you, bitch Nah, bitch, fuck you Nah, bitch, fuck you, bitch, jealous-ass bitch ( Both you bitches, back the fuck up ) Fuck you, you ho bitch (Nah, both you bitches trippin', back the fuck— back the fuck up) You fuckin' jealous fuckin' bitch [Verse 2] All the commotion made him sober up They told him his hoes was fightin' in the club Chris like, "Nigga, fight for what? That wasn't my ho, we ain't never fucked" His homie like, "I don't know, this shit a dub But the bitch was for sure tryna tell you somethin'" "Huh, nigga, tell me what?" "Shit, I don't know," "Naw, nigga, tell me what?" Then Chris like, "Fuck that, we gone Where Tiffany? Tell her ass come on, come on We got a long drive home" So they walked to the car with her ass, Tiff alone But in the car, they ain't even speak Soon as Tiffany got in, she fell asleep Chris drivin', laid back in his seat Thinkin' how he finna beat them cheeks Thinkin' she ain't know she met a freak Finna give this girl all technique Then he pulled up to his street Woke Tiffany up like, "We Made it to the crib, girl, this where I live, girl It's a given and, um, I'm here to give, girl Yeah, give you somethin' in your ribs, girl 'Cause I been waiting all night for this, girl Come a lil' closer, gimme kiss, girl Damn, you look good bitin' on your lips, girl" Super thick, put his hands on her hips like "Do you know how to drive stick, girl?" Kissin' and touchin', kissin' and touchin' 3 in the morning, so, um, Chris was rushin' Chris pulled his pants down, she was blushin' She was rubbin' on his woody He like, "Is it creamy? Is it pudding?" Off with her clothes, he was pullin' She like, "Wait, I got somethin' to tell you" "What?" "I'm a trans woman" "What?" "I'm a trans woman" [Outro] You motherfuck— bring your— bitch, where the fuck you goin'? Bring your motherfuckin' ass here right now, bitch, you said you's a motherfuckin' what? [Part II] [Intro] No, please, please, please, I'm— ah, I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm sorry Fuck your sorry, you disrespectful motherfucker, you disrespectful motherfucker No, I'm sorry, I swear, I should've told you I should've told you, please don't hurt me Please don't hurt me, please Bitch, you had your motherfuckin' time, bitch You had your fuckin' time, bitch [Chorus] I got voices in my head tellin' me to leave him dead Opps talkin' 'bout they got money on his head Fuck that, I'm tryna walk down my mans tonight, tonight Click, clack, baow, might pull me a trigger Just like that, bah, murder me a nigga .223 shells makin' holes bigger tonight, tonight [Verse 1] See, you done fucked up and crossed the line You done fucked up and you ain't got no more time You done fucked up, yeah, you and your lies See, you thirty-five and finna meet this .45 Hey, the Jesus in me is sayin' take it slow But the demon in me is sayin' take your soul Tonight, I think the Jesus in me is gone So the demon in me is finna take control I'm in a pickup truck with the shovel in the back flat Twenty-one shells plus, bust, nigga, blackjack You did wrong and still alive, I'm finna get at that If the cops pull me over, they gon' catch me in the act Grippin' on this Glock while I'm sweatin' in my palms Gettin' closer to my soon-to-be victim in his car Pressin' on the gas as I sight just for some songs [Chorus] I got voices in my head tellin' me to leave him dead Opps talkin' 'bout they got money on his head Fuck that, I'm tryna walk down my mans tonight, tonight Click, clack, baow, might pull me a trigger Just like that, bah, murder me a nigga .223 shells makin' holes bigger tonight, tonight [Verse 2] As he drug his ass from up under the car Fucked up his jaw, teeth missing and all Fucker, aw, fuck you pleadin', fuck me seein' Allah Fuck me bein' the reason you'll be eatin' out a straw I'm tryna be the reason you ain't breathin' at all Yeah, I gotta be the reason you ain't breathin' at all All I'm seein' in my head is you leadin' me on And for that, you finna be dead right here on this farm Master manipulator, actin' like a ho You should've let me know, the disrespect is bold You really let me— I was takin' off my clothes I cannot live with this shit, you gotta go Then he grabbed the Glock four-fifth Put in the clip, cocked it, heard it click Point it to her face, then everything switched He like, "Man, I can't do this to a bitch" What would you do if you was Chris? [Chorus] I got voices in my head tellin' me to leave him dead Opps talkin' 'bout they got money on his head Fuck that, I'm tryna walk down my mans tonight, tonight Click, clack, baow, might pull me a trigger Just like that, bah, murder me a nigga .223 shells makin' holes bigger tonight, tonight [Verse 3] He like, "Bitch, I should kill you Man, bitch, man, man, bitch, I don't even know who the real you That's why I'm finna drill you, heart full of hate Anything you wanna say before I let this Glock spray?" They said, "See, this the reason I ain't say shit I'm scared of the violence, I don't know how you was gon' take it I know it ain't an excuse, I know it ain't gon' change shit This situation the strangest, but let me explain it I struggle with identity and fear bein' judged The truth never set you free, I knew in the end, it's some blood My jaw fucked up and you got me layin' in this mud I'm they, I'm them, not a girl, not a stud I just wanna be loved, you pointin' your gun got me nervous Selfish of me, I knew I was self-serving But let me go, I believe in God, I'm worth it Please don't do it, I'm not perfect"