HitYa

[Intro: Your Auntie]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, Auntie, okay
Yeah, yeah, yeah, okay

[Chorus: Your Auntie]
Give me a H
Give me a I
Give me a T
Give me a Y
Give me a A, give me a A-U-N-T

[Verse 1: Your Auntie]
Whoo, whoo
Whoo, whoo, whoo
Whoo, whoo, whoo
Whoo, whoo, whoo
Whoo, whoo, I'm like Whoo
Whoo Whoo
I'm about to get a red head, knock off her dreadlocks
I don't got no time for no stupid thot
Yeah, you're not the only one
You're just some noodles in a pot
Yeah, and I hope these instigating demons go to hell
And rot, now stop, and now go
You is a stripper, where's your polе?
It's right here baby girl, now role
Why arе you mad that I took your hoe?
Why are you mad that I made her loyal?
She don't get tall, she be like my soil
Why are you in L.A. smokin' on trees
You want a feature? pay that fee
Huh, huh, snitchin' on myself, it was me
Huh, yeah, you not better than me
Huh, wow, you not better than me
Huh, huh, feature? no, it's not free
She said she wanna beef with me
Huh, well, it's not free
If you wanna fight me
You gon' have to pay that fee
Where's my money at
If you don't got no money
Then you need to, you, you need to leave

[Chorus: Your Auntie]
Give me a H
Give me a I
Give me a T
Give me a Y
Give me a A, give me a A-U-N-T

[Verse 2: Your Auntie]
Stupid little child, can't even run a mile
Yeah, I don't got no time for your mom, she just a pile
If you have a problem with me, say it to my face
I don't wanna hear you talk about me to your friends
Case closed
And you know that bass ain't low
I got a cat, her name used to be Hope
Now she is blue, cause she is blue
Just like you, you're emo
Sorry girl, you used to be so fun, but now you're so emo
Shut the hell up, I don't care about your stupid man
Your girlfriend was on my meat, now she is a fan
All y'all used to look down on me, now y'all want a photo
Y'all gon' use me just for promo
I don't care about that promo
Nah my G, you're not my Polo
I'ma eat her, on some homo
Ghetto girl, I call her Momo
Ooh, ooh, ah, ah, ooh, ooh, ah, ah
Climb that tree and give me my apple
Thank you, slave
You should be ashamed
Why are you mad that I got the fame
My girls proud that I got my fame
Now I'm gonna toss her the fame
I don't even care cause you a lame

[Chorus: Your Auntie]
Give me a H
Give me a I
Give me a T
Give me a Y
Give me a A, give me a A-U-N-T