Sin City Bryson Tiller

Lyrics from IG Reel

[Intro]
(He's heating up)
Yeah, yeah

[Chorus]
Palm trees, white sand, thirteen hours, my flight landed
Got Italian leather in my right hand
That's why I'm hittin' my right hand man
Like two fives in the dice land, I got a ten with me
Bad shawty from Sin City
And shawty got friends, yeah
All ten of her friends pretty
All ten of them tens
All ten of them, know I'm spendin', I bought you that new Benz, yeah

[Verse 1]
I stepped in the MGM, feelin' rich as fuck with my chain up
Album dropped, I just him 'em up
Like, "Fuck nigga, just give it up"
Niggas ain't real, man, the jig is up
I'm on Ace of Spades, I'm drunk as fuck
Smokin' on niggas, I'm blunt as fuck
I want smoke with the winnеrs and runner-ups
Comin' at Tiller, man, that's dumb as fuck
Now your fans is lookin' like, "What thе fuck, nigga?"
And your bitch is like, "Uh", got her ten toes
Deep in the sand, sippin' on Rosé
He is the man, he bein' me, I'm him, my nigga
Reaper the shit, look grim, my nigga
And the competition so slim, my nigga, yeah
My light cannot go down, nah