[Intro: A$AP Rocky]
The fuck is this Bryson Tiller nigga?
I'm the nigga with the bitches
I'm tired of y'all bitches talking 'bout this nigga
I'm the nigga with the bitches
[Verse]
Fuck these niggas talking 'bout? I'm the one they talk about
Don't mention the comments, I know Tyrones like to talk a lot
Don't mention Osirus, I'm established, they inspirin'
Me, I'm tired of niggas
See you nervous, I'ma fry these niggas, realign these niggas
I'm distinguished like my diamonds
HT, I'm hittin' Diamond, and I see 'em with their diamond testers
Seen 'em pressed, I'm on my diamond records
They seem pressed 'cause I'm applyin' pressure
They think I'm pressed 'cause I ain't flyin' jets, yet
Peep what I'm climbin' next
Peak at my highest yet
Please, nevermind a vest or treat me like I'm not a threat
And don't embrace me when they see me pay up my respect
This shit don't make no sense to me either
Me as leader, that's who I elect
Now shift your demeanor, my nigga, I expect king dialect when you see me
Or cut the check then maybe I could [?] a simple procedure
Thinkin' shit is sweet, they see me singin' Christmas with Bieber
Tryna dial set like I'm from a different [?]
Okay, they not impressed, I just extended my visa
When I got this shit from hitter, caught up five men
Need a fire truck to get these pussies when you find 'em stuck
Need to rack it up to get to me 'cause I'm the highest up
Leavin' that to me but him
When it's time to [?] just to tell you when his time is up
Like incel, I can't find a fuck, I pen tale on 'em
Charlie heat the stove and I cook up, I promise we got more inside this pot of luck
I brought it up but fuck the beef, I leave it out the mix, it's dryin' up
Swaney hated when I give a opp a seat beside us
That's just how I'm rockin' niggas, [?]
Write and caught imposter syndrome, they knockin' me
Tryna abolish me, and send me home
Tryna box me in, deprive of the gems and the thongs
Outshine a nigga like I'm Timbs on a song
Out loud to my nemeses, I'm alone
Ain't dishin' stones on blue, my mood like my genesis blown
Keep it cool, no need to diss, this shit is written in stone
Tiller
The fuck is this Bryson Tiller nigga?
I'm the nigga with the bitches
I'm tired of y'all bitches talking 'bout this nigga
I'm the nigga with the bitches
[Verse]
Fuck these niggas talking 'bout? I'm the one they talk about
Don't mention the comments, I know Tyrones like to talk a lot
Don't mention Osirus, I'm established, they inspirin'
Me, I'm tired of niggas
See you nervous, I'ma fry these niggas, realign these niggas
I'm distinguished like my diamonds
HT, I'm hittin' Diamond, and I see 'em with their diamond testers
Seen 'em pressed, I'm on my diamond records
They seem pressed 'cause I'm applyin' pressure
They think I'm pressed 'cause I ain't flyin' jets, yet
Peep what I'm climbin' next
Peak at my highest yet
Please, nevermind a vest or treat me like I'm not a threat
And don't embrace me when they see me pay up my respect
This shit don't make no sense to me either
Me as leader, that's who I elect
Now shift your demeanor, my nigga, I expect king dialect when you see me
Or cut the check then maybe I could [?] a simple procedure
Thinkin' shit is sweet, they see me singin' Christmas with Bieber
Tryna dial set like I'm from a different [?]
Okay, they not impressed, I just extended my visa
When I got this shit from hitter, caught up five men
Need a fire truck to get these pussies when you find 'em stuck
Need to rack it up to get to me 'cause I'm the highest up
Leavin' that to me but him
When it's time to [?] just to tell you when his time is up
Like incel, I can't find a fuck, I pen tale on 'em
Charlie heat the stove and I cook up, I promise we got more inside this pot of luck
I brought it up but fuck the beef, I leave it out the mix, it's dryin' up
Swaney hated when I give a opp a seat beside us
That's just how I'm rockin' niggas, [?]
Write and caught imposter syndrome, they knockin' me
Tryna abolish me, and send me home
Tryna box me in, deprive of the gems and the thongs
Outshine a nigga like I'm Timbs on a song
Out loud to my nemeses, I'm alone
Ain't dishin' stones on blue, my mood like my genesis blown
Keep it cool, no need to diss, this shit is written in stone
Tiller
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