TTYL Lyrics – Ice Spice

Read the full TTYL lyrics by Ice Spice along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Ice Spice’s music, you can also explore Popa (Remix) and So What?, two other songs by Ice Spice.

[Intro]
(Grrah, grrah, grrah)

[Chorus]
First thing when I wake up (Grrah)
I make sure my cake up (Cake up)
I do my hair, put a lil’ bit of makeup (Grrah)
Of course I’m the baddest, them b!tches be haters (Haters)
All black, just like a skater
No friends, b!tches be faker (Grrah)
No rocks, no scissors (Grrah)
Just getting that paper (Grrah)
[Verse 1]
Getting that paper like I never had it (Like?)
Empty the stores, that’s my only bad habit (Grrah)
Empty the clip if them b!tches want static (Word)
Shaking that s*it so he just wanna grab it (Grrah)
I tell his b!tch to go play in some traffic (Word)
Five stars when I’m lunching (Lunching)
Bad b!tch, so he munching (Munching)
Shoot a movie at Dunking
I’m a brand, it’s nothing (Nothing)
I’m a star on TV (Grrah)
All in my face, what them b!tches wan’ see (Grrah)
All in my comments, stay sucking my D
Shaking my head, I be sucking my teeth
Please, like, I know I’m that b!tch who that b!tch wanna be, grrah

[Chorus]
First thing when I wake up (Grrah)
I make sure my cake up (Cake up)
I do my hair, put a lil’ bit of makeup (Grrah)
Of course I’m the baddest, them b!tches be haters (Haters)
All black, just like a skater
No friends, b!tches be faker (Grrah)
No rocks, no scissors (Grrah)

Just getting that paper (Grrah)

[Verse 2]
Talking s*it on the net, I’ma drag her (Drag her)
No clout for that b!tch, like, why would I tag her? (Why?)
Thats why her man wanna play with my clappers (Clappers)
We in the V and we playing my slappers
Damn, it’s baddies galore, woah
She looking right in that Christian Dior
And I don’t even drink, but I’m letting her pour
Grrah, she shake it, shake it (Shake it)
Get naked, naked (Naked)
He on my line, tryna throw me a stick
And I’m capping to him like I know how to take it (Like)
Like, it’s karma, fake it (Fake it)
I just let him taste it
He talking nice, so I’m letting him crack it
I’m throwing it back, I’m like, “Baby, don’t break it” (Break it)

[Chorus]
First thing when I wake up (Grrah)
I make sure my cake up (Cake up)
I do my hair, put a lil’ bit of makeup (Grrah)
Of course I’m the baddest, them b!tches be haters (Haters)
All black, just like a skater
No friends, b!tches be faker (Grrah)
No rocks, no scissors (Grrah)
Just getting that paper (Grrah)

[Outro]
(Like, like)
(I’ma talk to you later)
(Grrah, getting that paper)
(Talk to you later)
(Grrah, I’ma talk to you later)
(Grrah, I be getting that paper)