Letra December 31st Ty Dolla Sign

December 31st

Yeah, Flacko don't do TikTok, I'm perpetual
Uh, uh, I'm too tip-top shake, I'm sick, need Theraflu
I fly this bitch out, she do what I tell her to, uh
She bi and flexible, she tri-sexual
Try to rob me, I'ma turn that boy into a vegetable, uh
Dollar signs in my name, Ty Dollas, yeah, we gang
Seen this bitch from back in the day, I don't even remember the name
She said, "Boy, you ain't age," she said, "Boy, you ain't changed"
Baby face, baby face, baby, but my name ain't Ray
Ray-Bans on my fuckin' frames, Ray Charles, I don't see a thing
Caught a body, 'nother body, upped it on the fuckin' stage
My shooter need a fuckin' raise, I'm Caesar, motherfuck a fade
I just need a razor blade, eat your face and say my grace
Go home, then I burn some sage, I'm tryna to pray my sins away

(Liquor shots, liquor shots)
December 31st, let a shot off in the air (Liquor shots, liquor shots)
In January 1st, let a shot off in the air (Liquor shots, liquor shots)
December 31st, let a shot off in the air (Liquor shots, liquor shots, Tommy gun— Tommy gun finish—)
In January 1st, let a shot off in the air (Liquor shots, liquor shots)
Liquor shot, liquor shot
Tommy gun finish 'em off
Reload (Tommy gun— Tommy gun—), reload
Reload (Tommy gun— Tommy gun finish—), reload
Reload (Tommy gun— Tommy gun—), reload
Reload (Tommy gun finish 'em off, liquor shots, liquor shots), reload

Fuckin' that bitch, pull up with a stick
Slammin' these hoes, ain't rockin' no Rick
Just hit the road, I'm tryna get rich
What's that on my clothes? I spent your rent
Ha-ha-ha, ya bitch
She on the pole doin' tricks
She wanna go get frisked
Your diamonds ain't shinin' like this
You're mad, you're pissed
You tried, you missed
My niggas ready to spin

Reload (Tommy gun— Tommy gun—), reload
Reload (Tommy gun— Tommy gun finish—), reload
Reload (Tommy gun— Tommy gun—), reload
Reload (Tommy gun finish 'em off)

Tommy gun finish, yeah, huh, ha, huh, yeah, huh
Look at my bitch, she ball, huh, yeah, yeah, yeah, huh
Your bitch look at you soft, huh, yeah, she get it right wrong, huh
Bitch not right or wrong, huh, huh, just on the phone, yeah
You niggas is falling off, huh, my car's bigger than y'all's
Bitch-ass nigga on— uh, wait, I tried sippin' on raws, yeah
Tommy gun— Tommy gun finish— yeah
Tommy gun— Tommy gun finish 'em off
Tommy gun— Tommy gun finish— yeah
Tommy gun— Tommy gun finish 'em off, huh, ah