YAYA (SheMix)

[Intro: Compton Av] Ayy, it's your boy Compton Av and you are now tuned into Yaya Radio Let's take some calls from the request line Caller number one Ayy, what's good, my nigga Ayy, ayy, it's no cursin' on the radio, bro Aw, shit, my bad, but look I wanted to hear that remix that's goin' viral by the ladies on TikTok Alright, it's good, bro, I got you Welcome to Yaya World (SheMix) Ayy, and we be like [Chorus: Compton Av] Ayy, ayy, ayy Thick lil' bitch and she got some good yaya Broke-ass niggas ain't gettin' no yaya Just hit an opp, now we smokin' on yaya (Ayy, ayy) Ayy, ayy, ayy (Let's get it) Thick lil' bitch and she got some good yaya Broke-ass niggas ain't gettin' no yaya Just hit an opp, now we smokin' on yaya [Verse 1: India Love] I'm a thick lil' bitch, plus a ten in the face But I'll still put a bitch in her place (Ayy, what you say?) The bigger the line, the bigger the hate, okay From now on, call me Indi the Great (Let's go) You bitches is late, I'm her and I been that bitch (I been that bitch) You keep flashin' all that money, nigga, send that shit (Send that shit) Spend that shit, turn me up and keep me in that new-new (Keep me in that new) If he get this yaya, bet he go delulu (Bet he go delu') Got him goin' cuckoo, yaya loose screw Baddest bitch he ever had, ain't nothin' that he used to (They could never) Listen, bitch, you don't like me, I don't like you more Okay, bitch, you wanna fight? I wanna fight you more Crazy lil' baby, yeah, I'm on that (Ooh) You ain't welcome here, ho, leave it at the doormat (Old dusty-ass bitch) Run up a bag, got a nigga on his last lap This pussy got him havin' flashbacks, I got some good yaya [Chorus: Compton Av & Natalie Nunn] Ayy, ayy, ayy (Let's get it) Thick lil' bitch and she got some good yaya Broke-ass niggas ain't gettin' no yaya (You callin' the baddest baddie, let's go) Just hit an opp, now we smokin' on— [Verse 2: Natalie Nunn] I'm a rich bitch, but I'm still with the rah-rah If you ain't talkin' money, baby, all I hear is blah-blah (Blah-blah) Designer attire, Gucci, Louis, Prada One phone call, the baddies slide like a cha-cha Uh, yeah, mi amor If you love me, you'll put me in Dior I'm a baddie from the Bay, reppin' Cali every day (Bay Area) Classy, but I'm savage, livin' lavish, bitch, I'm paid Better get your head right, me, I live the best life Jet life, countin' blues to my next flight I got my bread right, you know my pockets chunky If I fall off, I'ma land on some money (Ah) I'm on a different pay scale, I don't take L's I been through the gossip, the slander, and hate mail I'll leave a bitch face swelled, you know I'm with the drama A nigga spend every dollar for this yaya This pussy do tricks like voila, tada [Chorus: Compton Av & Lola Brooke] Ayy, ayy, ayy (Let's get it) Thick lil' bitch and she got some good yaya Broke-ass niggas ain't gettin' no yaya Just hit an opp, now we smokin' on— (Uh, uh, uh) [Verse 3: Lola Brooke] Came through lookin' like candy, piñatas (Uh) Jolly Ranch on the cherry, bussin' māthās (Uh) BK bitch, body smokin' like zaza (Yeah) Rollin' through Compton, Av with that yaya I thought they knew better than to play with a bitch You know your man need a Lola when his thirst need a quench (Uh) In the BP wearin' Ferragus, you can smell through the vents (Haha) I'm from the concrete jungle where the pellets is bricks (Grrt, grrt) I tell a nigga like this, homie, lay down or stay down 'Cause I ain't never played with it, not even on the playground (Never) A first-class flight for the yaya on the way down (Uh) I send a nigga up for the yaya and the PayPal Yeah (Grrt) Got 'em goin' dumb and they lookin' for that (Yaya) Goin' 'upid and they lookin' for that (Yaya) You'll get boomed if I'm carryin' that— [Interlude: Compton Av] Ayy, caller number two Ayy, the ladies went yaya But, nigga, I heard that shit that Blueface leaked online You mind playin' that for me, bro? Nigga, no cursin' on the station, but, yeah, aight [Verse 4: Blueface] Still fuckin' on Jaidyn (Yeah), still fuckin' on Stunna (Yeah), still fuckin' on Neveah (Aight) Hate the game, not the player, I don't give a fuck 'bout fair (Here) Here, take this lil' money, bitch, go do your hair (Bop) Before I come over there, bitch, who all over there? You see me squabble up, don't grab me, grab the polar bear (Yeah) We hit him with yaya and now he talkin' 'bout uh-uh (Aight) I'm one hit away from your bitch callin' me papa Drop top in the drop-top, I only came for the māthā (Bop) Your lip gloss is poppin', baby, hi, lil' mama (Mama) Better do your big one if you want the top spot All I got is dick for a bitch tryna cock-block Dead homies, baby got some good yaya [Outro: Compton Av] Thick lil' bitch