by 
Song: TIFFANY
Singer: YG
Label: YG
Released date: Jun 18, 2026
Tiffany YG Lyrics
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”
Translation: Mere paas ek kahani hai, yaar, mere paas ek kahani hai
Ek kahani hai mere paas, ek kahani hai mere paas
Is raat, Chris ki mulaqaat Tiffany se hui
Tiffany club mein thi, ‘Tiffany’ brand ke kapde pehne hue
Club ke beech mein Central Cee ka gaana baja
Aur isi tarah ve mile, shayad yeh taqdeer thi
Tiff table par aayi, drink maanga
Chris ne kaha, “Tum toh kamaal ki ho, mere saath kya chal raha hai?”
Unhone shot par shot piye, usne jalte hue (ganja) jalaya
Itni pi rahe the jaise unhe yaad rakhna hi nahi hai
Jab Future ka gaana aaya, vo boli, “Yeh mera gaana hai”
Jor-jor se naachi, Chris ne socha, “Mujhe ise ghar le jaana hai”
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”
Translation: Cardi B ka gaana aaya, vo thong (underwear) dikhane lagi
Jaise, “Arey,” jeebh bahar nikaalkar, vo us mood mein thi
Chris apne zone mein tha, vo roll (joint) banane ki koshish kar raha tha
Sharaab ke nashe mein dhut, vo score karne ki firaak mein tha
Par uske dost taiyaar nahi the
Uske dost ki mulaqaat ek ladki se hui jiska pichwada jelly ki tarah hilta tha
To ve ruke, aur sharaab peete rahe
Nashe mein aur oonche, ve behoshi ki haalat mein the
Chris ne kaha, “Jo Tiff chahe, theek hai”
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
As 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
Translation: Tiff soch rahi thi, “Mujhe mera bae (premi) mil gaya”
Tabhi vo ladki aayi jise Chris jaanta tha
Tiff use bhi jaanti thi, par Tiff ne apna chehra chhupane ki koshish ki
Vo Chris ko aise dekh rahi thi, jaise “Mat karna”
Tiff us ladki ko tirchhi nazar se dekh rahi thi
Jaise-jaise haalaat ajeeb hote gaye, ajeeb hote gaye
Chris ne dekha, par vo nashe mein tha, use theek se dikh nahi raha tha
Tiff ne kaha, “Chalo, yahan se chalein”
Chris nashe mein tha, agar vo gaadi chalaata to shayad hiran ko takkar maarta
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, fuck you, you jealous fuckin’ bitch
Translation: Bhaad mein jao, kutiya
Nahi, kutiya, tu bhaad mein ja
Nahi, kutiya, bhaad mein ja, tu irshyaalu kutiya (Tum dono kutiyaan, peeche hato)
Bhaad mein jao, tum randi kutiya (Nahi, tum dono bevakoof ho, peeche hato— peeche hato)
Tu, bhaad mein ja, tu irshyaalu kam Bakht kutiya
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
Translation: Is saare hangaame ne use hosh mein la diya
Unhone use bataya ki uski dono ladkiyaan club mein lad rahi hain
Chris ne kaha, “Yaar, kis baat ki ladai?
Vo meri ladki nahi thi, humne kabhi kuch nahi kiya”
Uske dost ne kaha, “Mujhe nahi pata, yeh sab bekaar hai
Par vo kutiya zaroor tumhe kuch batana chahti thi”
“Haan, yaar, bata kya?”
“Yaar, mujhe nahi pata,” “Nahi, yaar, mujhe bata kya?”
Phir Chris bola, “Laanat hai, hum chalte hain”
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
Translation: Tiffany kahan hai? Use bolo ki aaye, chalo
Hamein ghar jaane ke liye lamba raasta tay karna hai”
To ve gaadi tak gaye, Tiff akeli thi
Par gaadi mein unhone baat bhi nahi ki
Jaise hi Tiffany andar baithi, vo so gayi
Chris gaadi chala raha tha, seat par peeche jhuka hua
Soch raha tha ki vo uske pichwade (sharirik sambandh) ko kaise thokega
Soch raha tha ki use nahi pata ki vo ek freak (vikrit premi) se mili hai
Is ladki ko poori technique dene wala hai
Phir vo apni gali mein pahuncha
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’
Translation: Hum ghar pahunch gaye, ladki, yahin rehta hoon main
Yeh toh tay hai, aur, umm, main yahan dene ke liye hoon
Haan, tumhari pasliyon mein kuch dene ke liye
Kyunki main saari raat isi ka intezaar kar raha tha
Zara paas aao, mujhe choomo
Kasam se, tum honth chabate hue bahut achhi lagti ho”
Bahut bhari-bhari, usne uski kamar par haath rakha jaise
“Kya tum stick (yaani gaadi/yaun sanket) chalana jaanti ho, ladki?”
Choomna aur choona, choomna aur choona
Subah ke 3 baj rahe the, to, umm, Chris jaldbaazi kar raha tha
Chris ne apni pant neche utari, vo sharma gayi
Vo uske lakdi (ling) ko ragad rahi thi
Usne kaha, “Kya yeh malaidaar hai? Kya yeh halwa hai?”
Usne uske kapde utaarne shuru kiye
She like, “Wait, I got somethin’ to tell you”
“What?” “I’m a trans woman”
“What?”
“I’m a trans woman”
Translation: Usne kaha, “Ruko, mujhe tumse kuch kehna hai”
“Kya?” “Main ek trans mahila hoon”
“Kya?”
“Main ek trans mahila hoon”
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?
Translation: Tum kam Bakht— le aa— kutiya, tu kahan ja raha hai?
Apni kam Bakht harkat yahan le aa abhi, kutiya, tune kaha tu kya hai?
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
Translation: Nahi, please, please, please, main— aah, main, main, main, main maafi chahta hoon
Tumhari maafi ka kya, tum beizzat kam Bakht ho, beizzat kam Bakht
Nahi, mujhe maaf kar do, kasam hai, mujhe tumhe batana chahiye tha
Mujhe batana chahiye tha, please mujhe chot mat pahunchao
Please mujhe chot mat pahunchao, please
Kutiya, tujhe apna kam Bakht samay mil chuka hai
Tujhe apna bhaad ka samay mil gaya, kutiya
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
Translation: Mere dimaag mein aawaazein hain jo keh rahi hain use mrit chhod doon
Virodhi keh rahe hain ki unke sir (jaan) ka inaam hai
Bhaad mein jaaye, main aaj raat apne aadmi ko dhundhne nikla hoon
Click, clack, baow, shayad trigger kheench doon
Bas aise hi, bah, ek nigar (aadmi) ka qatl kar doon
.223 ki goliyaan aaj raat bade chhed karengi
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
Translation: Dekh, tune gadbad kar di aur seema paar kar di
Tune gadbad kar di aur ab tere paas samay nahi bacha
Tune gadbad kar di, haan, tu aur tere jhooth
Dekh, tu paintis ka hai aur is .45 pistol se milne wala hai
Arey, mere bheetar ka Isa kehta hai ki dhire chal
Par mere bheetar ka Shaitaan kehta hai ki teri jaan le loon
Aaj raat, mujhe lagta hai mere bheetar ka Isa ja chuka hai
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
Translation: To mere bheetar ka Shaitaan niyantran lene wala hai
Main ek pickup truck mein hoon, peeche faawda rakha hai
Ikkees goliyaan aur, bust, nigar, blackjack
Tune galat kiya aur ab bhi zinda hai, main iska nipatara karunga
Agar police ne mujhe roka to ve mujhe rangehaath pakad lenge
Glock ko mazbooti se pakde, meri hatheliyon mein pasina hai
Apne shikaar ki gaadi ke kareeb pahunchta ja raha hoon
Gaanon ki taal par accelerator daba raha hoon
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
Translation: Mere dimaag mein aawaazein hain jo keh rahi hain use mrit chhod doon
Virodhi keh rahe hain ki unke sir (jaan) ka inaam hai
Bhaad mein jaaye, main aaj raat apne aadmi ko dhundhne nikla hoon
Click, clack, baow, shayad trigger kheench doon
Bas aise hi, bah, ek nigar (aadmi) ka qatl kar doon
.223 ki goliyaan aaj raat bade chhed karengi
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
Translation: Jab vah use gaadi ke neeche se ghaseet-ta hai
Uska jabda tod diya, daant gayab aur sab kuch
Kam Bakht, aah, teri dua ka kya, mujhe Allah dikhe
Mujhe is wajah se jaana ki tu straw (nali) se khayega
Main yeh wajah banna chahta hoon ki tu saans hi na le
Haan, mujhe hi wajah banna hai ki tu saans hi na le
Main bas yahi dekh raha hoon ki tune mujhe bahkaya
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?
Translation: Aur iske liye, tu isi khet mein marne wala hai
Mahaan jod-tod karne wala, randi ki tarah harkatein
Tujhe mujhe batana chahiye tha, yeh badi beizzati hai
Tune sach mein mujhe— main kapde utaar raha tha
Main iske saath nahi ji sakta, tujhe jaana hoga
Phir usne Glock pakdi, .45 calibre
Magazine lagayi, cock ki, click ki aawaaz suni
Uske chehre par taani, phir sab kuch badal gaya
Usne kaha, “Yaar, main kisi kutiya ke saath aisa nahi kar sakta”
Agar tum Chris hote to kya karte?
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
Translation: Mere dimaag mein aawaazein hain jo keh rahi hain use mrit chhod doon
Virodhi keh rahe hain ki unke sir (jaan) ka inaam hai
Bhaad mein jaaye, main aaj raat apne aadmi ko dhundhne nikla hoon
Click, clack, baow, shayad trigger kheench doon
Bas aise hi, bah, ek nigar (aadmi) ka qatl kar doon
.223 ki goliyaan aaj raat bade chhed karengi
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
Translation: Vo bola, “Kutiya, mujhe tujhe maar dena chahiye
Yaar, kutiya, yaar, yaar, kutiya, mujhe toh pata bhi nahi tu asli hai kaun
Isiliye main tujhe udane wala hoon, dil nafrat se bhara hai
Glock chalane se pehle kuch kehna hai?”
Unhone kaha, “Dekh, isi wajah se maine kuch nahi kaha
Mujhe hinsa se dar lagta hai, mujhe nahi pata tha tum kaise lete
Mujhe pata hai yeh koi bahana nahi, mujhe pata hai isse kuch nahi badlega
Yeh sthiti sabse ajeeb hai, par mujhe samjhaane do
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”
Translation: Main apni pehchan ko lekar sangharsh karta/karti hoon aur nyay kiye jaane se darta/darti hoon
Sachchai ne kabhi azaad nahi kiya, mujhe pata tha ant mein khoon hoga
Mera jabda toot chuka hai aur tumne mujhe is keechar mein lita diya
Main ‘ve’ hoon, main ‘dem’ hoon, na ladki, na mardaana
Main bas pyaar chahta/chahti hoon, tum bandook taan kar mujhe ghabra gaye ho
Meri taraf se swarth tha, mujhe pata tha main apne faayde ki soch raha/rahi thi
Par mujhe jaane do, mujhe Ishwar par bharosa hai, main kaabil hoon
Please mat karo, main poorn nahi hoon
