Before You Judge Bryson Tiller

[Intro]
Check yourself
Check, check, check
Check, check yourself before you wreck yourself
Chiddity-check, check yourself before you wreck yourself
Ch-ch-check yourself before you wreck yourself
Yeah
Check, check yourself before you wreck yourself
Before you wreck yourself, check, check, check

[Verse 1]
Hey, I'm back, so what's the deal now?
I still don't give a fuck 'bout how they feel now
I got you hot, lil' nigga, chill out
Say he coming for the spot? Bitch It’s a spill now
Leave a stain in the game, bruh
Fuck the niggas waiting on Young Tiller to change up
Niggas waiting on me to run out of paper
I don't ever speak on niggas, nah, I barely say much
Fuck, I look like, bringing niggas names up?
I can't let a fuck nigga get famous
These niggas, they wanna de-fame us
They wanna betray us, they wanna play games, oh no, no
Disloyal, this how they won't portray us
Looked at my dog like, "Fuck it, let's make 'em hate us"
If you got paid for the attention that you paid us
You would be a rich nigga but you just a bitch nigga
Foreign whip, make you throw a fit, nigga
Foreign bitch, I know you won't get with her
Lame niggas not the type that she consider
You thinking of speaking with her
Boy, you better reconsider
Hey, I'm my daughter's keeper
And I don't take with the threats or promises either, nigga
You gon' have to see me one way or another
And for my blood, bruh
I'm a cold motherfucker
(So!)