Artist: Isaiah Rashad f/ Hugh Augustine, Jay Rock
Album:  The Sun's Tirade
Song:   Tity and Dolla
Typed by: Cedmaster3K
 
{*Isaiah Rashad ad-libs for 15 seconds*}
 
[Isaiah Rashad]
I'm just one dirty motherfucker, I hurt myself way more than you
This too much out here for the cup, I put that codeine in my soup
Used to spit in granny face, I'm supposed to show you love
I don't need no picket line and I don't need no fuckin' hug
You just rappin' just because with your napkin full of drugs
Too exclusive in the back, should we sneak them in the club?
Who is that nigga if I ain't that nigga? It ain't that poppin' if I ain't with Robert
Gotta consider my liver, my nigga; gotta get rid of my kidney, my nigga
That was the only thing holding me back, none of these niggas ain't tellin' me shit
Lately I've only been bumpin' that Yachty, all this Burberry on top of my body
I know that some day would get me that 'Rarri, pullin' up tryna tell me the truth
I hit you back like lil nigga revise it, look what I got, bitches, Tity and Dolla
Tell 'em lay back and just check out the power
 
[Chorus: Isaiah Rashad]
Sweet line I used to walk, we used to move
Just wanna be, like one of them
But now I don't, I ran away
I ran away, I ran away
I know that bitches gon' be bitches but I love them hoes
Just, call before 'fore you come, just, call before you, go
Bitches gon' be bitches but I love them hoes
Just, call before you come, just, call before you
I know bitches gon' be bitches but I love them hoes
Just, call before you, just, call before you come
I know bitches gon' be bitches but I love them hoes
Just, call before you, yeah, call before you come, bitch!
 
[Hugh Augustine]
I be on my own shit, what's the motion?
Condoms, weed, and lotion, wavy like the ocean
I got no emotions, dolo in the function
You ain't in my section, you can't tell me, nothin'
She just wanna sip on the real pink soda, ride with a big billed .40
Slide through the hood, I know it's all good, I ain't from the set but I still got soldiers
Seven when I roll the dice, Henny straight, hold the ice, lately I don't take advice
Claimin' we don't live for twice, seen to a poltergeist, treat the beat like I planned a heist
I know bitches just wanna be hoes, no hoe just wanna love me
Know she wanna get cuddly, sip the bubbly with an OG, smokin' OG
I know bitches just wanna be hoes, no hoe just wanna love me
Know she wanna get cuddly, sip the bubbly with an OG, smokin' OG
 
[Chorus]
 
[Jay Rock]
I peep, I know, I know why hoes ain't fuck with your boy now they wanna say hi when I go by
Gang sicker than ebola bitch, know when to roll up when I load my .4-5
Sheesh, fine lines I cross between, pimp shit and try to enjoy this life
Yeah bitch I know what it's like, you get whatever you wish long as your coin is right, right?
Wake up to the real tamale, so ill, might kill somebody just for GP
Be me with a white bitch, waitin' around the corner in a Mustang GT
I ain't talkin' bout much, nothin' but fuckin' and countin' a few bucks
I'm all that shit you talk, my crystal ball show your future when I cruise up
Now listen, all I want is gravy for my steak bitch
I'm gon' grind for this weight, that means I gots no time to wait bitch
'Fore you fry my chicken, scrape that resin off that plate bitch
No cut, no chase, I'ma do my place so cut that fake shit
That's fake shit biiitch
 
[Chorus]