Lyrics: TIFFANY

I got a story to tell, man, I got a story to tell

Got a story to tell, I got a story to tell


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, shit, what's good with me?"

They went shot after shot as he lit the tree

Drinkin' like they ain't tryna have memory

When Future came on, she like, "This my song"

Poppin' ass, Chris like, "I gotta get her home"

Cardi B came on, she started showin' thong

Like, "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 bitch 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 thinkin' 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 lookin' at Chris, like, "Don't do it"

Tiff lookin' at the bitch kinda sideways

And shit gettin' weird, shit gettin' 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


Fuck you, bitch

Nah, bitch, fuck you

Nah, bitch, fuck you, bitch, jealous-ass bitch (Both you bitches, back the fuck up)

Fuck you, you ho bitch (Nah, both you bitches trippin', back the fuck— back the fuck up)

You fuckin' jealous fuckin' bitch


All the commotion made him sober up

They told him his hoes was fightin' in the club

Chris like, "Nigga, fight for what?

That wasn't my ho, we ain't never fucked"

His homie like, "I don't know, this shit a dub

But the bitch was for sure tryna tell you somethin'"

"Huh, nigga, tell me what?"

"Shit, I don't know," "Naw, nigga, tell me what?"

Then Chris like, "Fuck 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 drivin', laid back in his seat

Thinkin' how he finna beat them cheeks

Thinkin' 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 somethin' in your ribs, girl

'Cause I been waiting all night for this, girl

Come a lil' closer, gimme kiss, girl

Damn, you look good bitin' on your lips, girl"

Super thick, put his hands on her hips like

"Do you know how to drive stick, girl?"

Kissin' and touchin', kissin' and touchin'

3 in the morning, so, um, Chris was rushin'

Chris pulled his pants down, she was blushin'

She was rubbin' on his woody

He like, "Is it creamy? Is it pudding?"

Off with her clothes, he was pullin'

She like, "Wait, I got somethin' to tell you"

"What?" "I'm a trans woman"

"What?"

"I'm a trans woman"


You motherfuck— bring your— bitch, where the fuck you goin'?

Bring your motherfuckin' ass here right now, bitch, you said you's a motherfuckin' what?


No, please, please, please, I'm— ah, I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm sorry

Fuck your sorry, you disrespectful motherfucker, you disrespectful motherfucker

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

Bitch, you had your motherfuckin' time, bitch

You had your fuckin' time, bitch


I got voices in my head tellin' me to leave him dead

Opps talkin' 'bout they got money on his head

Fuck 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 nigga

.223 shells makin' holes bigger tonight, tonight


See, you done fucked up and crossed the line

You done fucked up and you ain't got no more time

You done fucked up, yeah, you and your lies

See, you thirty-five and finna meet this .45

Hey, the Jesus in me is sayin' take it slow

But the demon in me is sayin' 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, nigga, 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

Grippin' on this Glock while I'm sweatin' in my palms

Gettin' closer to my soon-to-be victim in his car

Pressin' on the gas as I sight just for some songs


I got voices in my head tellin' me to leave him dead

Opps talkin' 'bout they got money on his head

Fuck 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 nigga

.223 shells makin' holes bigger tonight, tonight


As he drug his ass from up under the car

Fucked up his jaw, teeth missing and all

Fucker, aw, fuck you pleadin', fuck me seein' Allah

Fuck me bein' the reason you'll be eatin' out a straw

I'm tryna be the reason you ain't breathin' at all

Yeah, I gotta be the reason you ain't breathin' at all

All I'm seein' in my head is you leadin' me on

And for that, you finna be dead right here on this farm

Master manipulator, actin' like a ho

You should've let me know, the disrespect is bold

You really let me— I was takin' off my clothes

I cannot live with this shit, 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 bitch"

What would you do if you was Chris?


I got voices in my head tellin' me to leave him dead

Opps talkin' 'bout they got money on his head

Fuck 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 nigga

.223 shells makin' holes bigger tonight, tonight


He like, "Bitch, I should kill you

Man, bitch, man, man, bitch, 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 shit

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 shit

This situation the strangest, but let me explain it

I struggle with identity and fear bein' judged

The truth never set you free, I knew in the end, it's some blood

My jaw fucked up and you got me layin' in this mud

I'm they, I'm them, not a girl, not a stud

I just wanna be loved, you pointin' 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"