Make It Nasty
Tyga · Other Songs - Tyga
Drop drop it on a bitch, make it nasty
Make it nasty, make it nasty
Pop pop it on a bitch, make it nasty
Uhhh. Yeah Bitch Make it Nasty
Tongue down her throat
While the other bitch gaggin
Bottles in the basket
Pills in the plastic
She gone do drugs, but we don't do acid
Fuckin on the mattress, hit a bed spring
Ain't nothin better, it's the best thing
Gotta China bitch, straight from Beijing
Pussy so tight, all she do is scream
Oh, bend it over, make you touch your toes
I like how she merry-go-round round the pole
Pose, ha, open, close.
I like when my bitches don't wear no clothes
It's hot up in this mother fucker, r-r-reload
Gangstas in this mother fucker,
We got it sold
T-T-T -Raww, when I walk in the door
Bitches they know, yeah, bitches they know. Ha
Make it nasty, make it nasty
Drop drop it on a bitch, make it nasty
Make it nasty, make it nasty
Pop pop it on a bitch, make it nasty [x2]
Uhh, Yeah nigga Ima star
Stacks on black, you could use the black car
Pull-up, hop out, Valet the car
'Bout to go big, got bitches galore
Tippin' on the shh, then she drop it to the floor
I like blowjobs, she could be my employer
(back it up) Then I put it in her backdoor
Now it lights out, l-lights out, like Roy
Jones Junior, T-Raww the ruler
Slicker than a Gold patch, gold chain Cuban
Rope, till it's bruising, Dick on punte'
Gimmie gimmie chocha, Kill it like OJ
Make it nasty, make it nasty
Drop drop it on a bitch, make it nasty
Make it nasty, make it nasty
Pop pop it on a bitch, make it nasty [x2]
Tap tap tap that ass make it nasty [x3]
Clap clap clap that ass make it nasty
Tap tap tap that ass make it nasty [x3]
Clap clap clap that ass make it nasty
Make it nasty, make it nasty
Drop drop it on a bitch, make it nasty
Make it nasty, make it nasty
Pop pop it on a bitch, make it nasty [x2]
Make It Nasty
Released by Tyga, "Make It Nasty" stands as a defining track within his discography, embodying the high-energy, trap-infused hip-hop style that characterized his career during the early 2010s. The song features a rapid-fire delivery and aggressive production typical of the era's East Coast sound, reflecting Tyga's focus on lyrical speed and street-oriented themes. As part of his broader catalog of work, the recording showcases his ability to blend melodic hooks with hard-hitting verses, contributing to his reputation as a prolific artist capable of delivering intense, rhythmic performances. The track remains a notable example of the genre's evolution during its peak popularity, capturing the raw energy and competitive spirit often found in his recordings from that period.