[Intro: Lil Tjay]
Lil TJay
Uh

[Verse 1: Lil Tjay]
I pop out in all new designer
Smellin' like Dolce Gabbana
Rollin' up marijuana
Ya bitch had me "Como te llamas?"
Ya bitch, she ain't really a fronter (Ooh)
Know I could fuck if I wanna
I might just tell her I love her
I might just fuck her and dub her
Last bitch I hit with a rubber (Ooh)
I couldn't bust on her covers
Had too much respect for her mother
Ain't wanna lay hands on her brother
Flexin', she all on my huevos (Ooh)
I just be chasin' these pesos
Told her I ain't tryna fuck now
She said, "I'll still give you head though"
So we went to go get a bottle (Ooh)
She said Cеretto Moscato
Chillin', I'm all at her mouth wit' it
I bust a nut and she swallowеd

[Chorus: Lil Tjay]
Put TYB on my resume
Keep it real, boy, don't interrogate
I fucked your bitch, I ain't hesitate
Put TYB on my resume
She was a average bitch anyway
I left her then moved on to better things (Skrrt)
She was an average bitch anyway
I left her then moved on to better things

[Verse 2: Todd Lee]
Come get your bitch, ain't nobody safe
My fault, I be taught from a runaway
When I had the say I ain't have to say
I got the pack off the move and move out of state
Shawty you sleep in [?] rawdog
I can't wife a bitch I stole off
Bitches always takin' photos
Sending it to hoes they don't know
But my heart is cold as December
'Cause when I ask him he gon' end him
So when I ride don't take no pictures
And if you run up let 'em hit you
I TYB, who I TYB [?], TYB me, you that nigga
I got TYB on my resume
That's the only job I ever maintained
She can get reckless, I get to the testing
She like when I'm [?], yeah
She suffer depression, her nigga trippin' [?]
I ain't stoppin' 'til I'm at the pinnacle
Doin' what I intend to do
Suck a niggas mind, we ain't [?]
Make my niggas take your blood like a [?], on God
Know so many friends, so many tales
Bitches the last thing that be on my mind
Me and my young nigga be on the grind
Pushin' the place [?] outta line
RIP Smelly for you we gon' shine
RIP Eazy for you we gon' shine
This shit is almost [?] waste of time
When [?] they gon' hit rewind

[Chorus: Lil Tjay]
Put TYB on my resume (Yeah)
Keep it real, boy, don't interrogate (Nah)
I fucked your bitch, I ain't hesitate (Nah)
Put TYB on my resume
She was a average bitch anyway
I left her then moved on to better things
She was an average bitch anyway
I left her then moved on to better things

[Verse 3]
Down for my niggas, don't come in between
Yeah, that's your bitch, but she comin' with me
She like my 'fro so she fuck with my team
She like the print that she see in my jeans
She said, "I'm different," I'm like, "What you mean?"
Shorty keep callin', I'm lettin' it ring
All she gon' say is, "I'm doin' my thing"
Gotta start somewhere, I'm chasin' my dream
Started off hungry like Jack and the Bean
Hurt me to say that I'm drug to the fiends
I'ma get money, that's by any means
Not worried 'bout niggas that's worried 'bout me
Yeah, I'm from Ryer and 183
Used to be deep now it's nobody free
Do it for Smelly, I do it for E
Bitches on me and I don't give a fuck
Sometimes I feel like it's all about us
Free all my niggas, I'm turnin' shit up
Codeine with the Sprite, ain't no ice in my cup
Yo' bitch finessin' my dick like a dutch
TYB Season, I'm home and it's here
I take yo bitch anytime of the year
'Bout to take off and I'm switchin' my gear
Only 16 and I'm on my way there
Niggas be hatin', I really don't care
Niggas be hatin', I really don't care
I really don't care
(I really don't care, I really don't care)

[Chorus]
Put TYB on my resume (Yeah)
Keep it real, boy, don't interrogate (Nah)
I fucked your bitch, I ain't hesitate (Nah)
Put TYB on my resume
She was a average bitch anyway
I left her then moved on to better things
She was an average bitch anyway
I left her then moved on to better things

[Outro]
Yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Got up out my Birkin, It's workin'
She said she a virgin, it's hurtin'
She my biggest fan, she always lurkin'
And she know I'm a man, I'ma put that work in
And I know she can't stand me, I'm fancy
So I'ma bring her out when I get my Grammy
Late night sex, she can't find her panties
I couldn't hold it in, now she need a Plan B
His bitch need a Plan B
Lil TJay fancy