TIFFANY lyrics

[Intro]
Lil 32, what it do?
Lukrative

[Chorus]
I can't trust a soul, keep that stick on me
All these n*ggas hoes, they gon' switch on me
Got a bad b*tch, I called her Tiffany
Say that you a savage, must be kidding me
Hi-Tech with a Perky, b*tch, I hang out
You ain't got no money, get your ranks up
My b*tch in the kitchen, she a dancer
He don't want no smoke, don't want no cancer

[Verse]
I got a ho in the link
I got the water like sink
Skate on that b*tch like a rink
Eat on that pus*y so pink
Your diamonds, they looking like glass
b*tch, I'm ahead in the class
Shoot at an opp and I blast
I put that b*tch in the past
Silk be my attire, your b*tch, she for hire
Heard they talkin' crazy, beat 'em 'til we tired
I spent fifty on my necklace, yeah, we reckless
n*ggas mad, they can't test us, eat you, breakfast
Chanel with the Fendi, grant your wish like Timmy, I gotta keep the semi
All these hoes are playin' me, all these hoes are playin' it
I got your b*tch with me, I got your b*tch with me
[Chorus]
I can't trust a soul, keep that stick on me
All these n*ggas hoes, they gon' switch on me
Got a bad b*tch, I called her Tiffany
Say that you a savage, must be kidding me
Hi-Tech with a Perky, b*tch, I hang out
You ain't got no money, get your ranks up
My b*tch in the kitchen, she a dancer
He don't want no smoke, don't want no cancer