TIFFANY Lyrics – YG

Read the complete TIFFANY Lyrics by YG from the album The Gentlemen’s Club along with song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Yg’s music, you can also explore MID LIFE CRISIS and The Part, two other songs by Yg.

[Part I]

[Intro]
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, s*it, what’s good with me?”
They went shot after shot as he lit the tree
Drinking like they ain’t tryna have memory
When Future came on, she like, “This my song”
Popping ass, Chris like, “I gotta get her homе”
Cardi B came on, she started showing 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 b!tch 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 thinking 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 looking at Chris, like, “Don’t do it”
Tiff looking at the b!tch kinda sideways
And s*it getting weird, s*it getting 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]

Fu*k you, b!tch
Nah, b!tch, fu*k you
Nah, b!tch, fu*k you, b!tch, jealous-ass b!tch (Both you b!tches, back the fu*k up)
Fu*k you, you ho b!tch (Nah, both you b!tches tripping, back the fu*k— back the fu*k up)
You fu*king jealous fu*king b!tch

[Verse 2]
All the commotion made him sober up
They told him his hoes was fighting in the club
Chris like, “N!gga, fight for what?
That wasn’t my ho, we ain’t never fu*ked”
His homie like, “I don’t know, this s*it a dub
But the b!tch was for sure tryna tell you something”
“Huh, n!gga, tell me what?”
“S*it, I don’t know,” “Naw, n!gga, tell me what?”
Then Chris like, “Fu*k 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 driving, laid back in his seat
Thinking how he finna beat them cheeks
Thinking 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 something in your ribs, girl
‘Cause I been waiting all night for this, girl
Come a lil’ closer, gimme kiss, girl
Damn, you look good biting on your lips, girl”
Super thick, put his hands on her hips like
“Do you know how to drive stick, girl?”
Kissing and touching, kissing and touching
3 in the morning, so, um, Chris was rushing
Chris pulled his pants down, she was blushing
She was rubbing on his woody
He like, “Is it creamy? Is it pudding?”
Off with her clothes, he was pulling
She like, “Wait, I got something to tell you”
“What?” “I’m a trans woman”
“What?”
“I’m a trans woman”

[Outro]
You motherfu*k— bring your— b!tch, where the fu*k you going?
Bring your motherfu*king ass here right now, b!tch, you said you’s a motherfu*king what?

[Part II]

[Intro]
No, please, please, please, I’m— ah, I’m, I’m, I’m, I’m sorry
Fu*k your sorry, you disrespectful motherfu*ker, you disrespectful motherfu*ker
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
B!tch, you had your motherfu*king time, b!tch
You had your fu*king time, b!tch

[Chorus]
I got voices in my head telling me to leave him dead
Opps talking ’bout they got money on his head
Fu*k 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 n!gga
.223 shells making holes bigger tonight, tonight

[Verse 1]
See, you done fu*ked up and crossed the line
You done fu*ked up and you ain’t got no more time
You done fu*ked up, yeah, you and your lies
See, you thirty-five and finna meet this .45
Hey, the Jesus in me is saying take it slow
But the demon in me is saying 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, n!gga, 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
Gripping on this Glock while I’m sweating in my palms
Getting closer to my soon-to-be victim in his car
Pressing on the gas as I sight just for some songs

[Chorus]
I got voices in my head telling me to leave him dead
Opps talking ’bout they got money on his head
Fu*k 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 n!gga
.223 shells making holes bigger tonight, tonight

[Verse 2]
As he drug his ass from up under the car
Fu*ked up his jaw, teeth missing and all
Fu*ker, aw, fu*k you pleading, fu*k me seeing Allah
Fu*k me being the reason you’ll be eating out a straw
I’m tryna be the reason you ain’t breathing at all
Yeah, I gotta be the reason you ain’t breathing at all
All I’m seeing in my head is you leading me on
And for that, you finna be dead right here on this farm
Master manipulator, acting like a ho
You should’ve let me know, the disrespect is bold
You really let me— I was taking off my clothes
I cannot live with this s*it, 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 b!tch”
What would you do if you was Chris?

[Chorus]
I got voices in my head telling me to leave him dead
Opps talking ’bout they got money on his head
Fu*k 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 n!gga
.223 shells making holes bigger tonight, tonight

[Verse 3]
He like, “B!tch, I should kill you
Man, b!tch, man, man, b!tch, 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 s*it
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 s*it
This situation the strangest, but let me explain it
I struggle with identity and fear being judged
The truth never set you free, I knew in the end, it’s some blood
My jaw fu*ked up and you got me laying in this mud
I’m they, I’m them, not a girl, not a stud
I just wanna be loved, you pointing 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”