Kentucky Shit Bryson Tiller (Ft. Julius Keith)

[Intro]
Killer Instinct
Yeah, double homicide
Bitch
Oh, shit, I'm sorry
DJ EDub, settin’ the streets on fire, mixtape after mixtape

[Verse 1: Bryson Tiller]
Wow, I'm on my New York shit
My whip mean and it's clean like a newborn is
My crib clean, two Lamborghinis, two Porshes
Yeah, you had to see me in the two-doors lit
A baddie with me in the passeng’ too gorgeous
Music blastin', this rapper from New Orleans
Too relaxed, don't be slackin', do more shit
I'm too established, word to Gavy/Gavin, do more damage
Too bad it's, over for anyone of you who been lackin', flyest shit, me Aladdin
God send me Jasminе, my business is crackin' so
She gon’ get G-Wagon and tеnnis shoes matchin’
[?] fashion
Beginnin' still, tryna get revenge and I’m laughin', dissin' Tiller is madness
Dissin'/Listen Tiller really might get ’em embarrassed
Funny he got more in common with Tiffany Haddish
He don't be rappin', he just be crackin' silly jokes, cut these niggas with axe
Really though, it's just Twitter relax
I guarantee they still ask, "Where Serenity at?"
Be a lotta things, I ain't finna be whack (I ain't finna be whack, nigga)