YITTY ON YO TITTIES (FREESTYLE) Lyrics – Lizzo

Read the full YITTY ON YO TITTIES (FREESTYLE) lyrics by Lizzo along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Lizzo’s music, you can also explore GOTCHO BITCH and STILL CANT FUH, two other songs by Lizzo.

[Chorus: Gutter & Lizzo]
(Scram, bam, don’t we do it big?)
(And we iced like a food cup, weed get’s it in)
(Tell ’em, wham, bam, dog, we the s*it) Zaytoven
(And we right hand cooking and we know to flip the grill) Yeah
Hahahahaha (Tell ’em—)

[Verse 1: Lizzo]
B!tch, it’s Lizzo, call me Lizzy
I been fat and I been skinny, b!tches still ain’t fu*king with me (Never, never, never)
B!tch, it’s Lizzo, call me Lizzy
I been fat and I been skinny, b!tches still ain’t fu*king with me
Uh, whim, whamie (Whim, whamie), I put my b!tches on, I’m tryna give ’em Grammys
Ah, whim, whamie, took them b!tches off the list, now they can’t stand me
Fu*k all that beefing, we too pretty
B!tch, it’s summer, we outside, put some Yitty on your titties (We outside, ho)
What K-Dot say? Take off the foo-foo
How you talking s*it about me? Can’t even outdress my Labubu
Na-na, boo-boo, I go cuckoo, I do ratchet more than you do (Ah, ah)
All my girls just passed your man around, he just got off the choo-choo (Choo-choo)
I’m so over all the drama, all summer, I be shaking ass, I put that on my mama (On my mama, ho)

[Chorus: Gutter & Lizzo]
(Scram, bam, don’t we do it big?) This what you wanted, ho? Yeah
(And we iced like a food cup, weed get’s it in) You gon’ get it
(Tell ’em, wham, bam, dog, we the s*it) Yeah, haha
(And we right hand cooking and we know to flip the grill)
(Tell ’em—)

[Verse 2: Lizzo]
B!tch, it’s Lizzo, call me Lizzy
I been fat and I been skinny, b!tches still ain’t fu*king with me (I’m set; B.B.W.)
B!tch, it’s Lizzo, I been busy (Who?)
I been fat and I been skinny, but I always been this pretty, ho
Yeah, I’m a bad lil bih’, huh?, yeah
Yeah, I’ve been standing on business (Ha)
Yeah, a couple hoes done switched up (Bye b!tch)

Tell security that they’re not with us (You can’t tell?)
N!gga wanna smash read bad, this n!gga burnt out (He burnt out)
Never fu*ked a big b!tch before, I got him turnt out, yeah
Turnt out, turnt out? Yeah, b!tch, I’m turnt now
All that hating y’all was doing gotta b!tch up now (Ah-ha)
I woke up to b!tches who was praying on my downfall
Whoever they was praying to? ain’t listen to ’em, at all (Not my God)
B!tch, get off my d!ck, you gon’ get lockjaw (Baow)
Can’t a b!tch be rich? Damn, good Lord

[Chorus: Gutter & Lizzo]
(Scram, bam, don’t we do it big?) Woo
(And we iced like a food cup, weed get’s it in) All I’m saying
(Tell ’em, wham, bam, dog, we the s*it) Yeah, yeah
(And we right hand cooking and we know to flip the grill) Damn, damn, don’t worry about me
(Tell ’em—) Damn, damn
(Scram, bam, don’t we do it big?) Yeah, yeah
(And we iced like a food cup, weed get’s it in) Damn, damn
(Tell ’em, wham, bam, dog, we the s*it) I’m just going crazy, tryna tell them
(And we right hand cooking and we know to flip the grill) Ah, ah, ah, ah
(Tell ’em—)