Lyrics
I'm a mother****ing legend
Ya, my name is Bryson Tiller
Genius, it doesn't take a genius
Ya
I be fly, autopilot
Ain't talking dollars, I don't wanna talk about it (Shut up)
Haters man, get under their skin
Spittin' at the chain, everybody look ****ing, they in
Young b***h is bad as ****, I put it in my planner
**** it, she won't see another hit, like MC Hammer
I told her grab her shit and go
She told me that she didn't know
Remind you that I'm a rude, rude, boy, I've got no money
Ballin' is my hobby, b***h no testing
God, your hoe is looking like my living room sectioning
I'll piledrive the b***h, like I'm wrestling
She swallow my cucumber, man, them booties love they Benjamins
I'm so flay, you need me construction
Swagger off the planet, the whole mall just got a debit
Haters tryna try me, I gut thumbnails on my buttons
Don't be stunting with me, I ain't with that **** shit, b***h hush it
Why is everybody hating on me?
I don't give a **** about them, doubt em
And all these haters gon' see
Everyone that see me, I'm a mother****ing mastermind
I've been making cream, while they suck and **** it, shredder style
Everybody thinking they the shit
All these mediocre b*****s, I think they should quit
Man, hop in the backseat, they know that's a safety style
Tryna tell me something's up, I'm a mother****ing mastermind
Man **** it, I'm a hater
Cuz I hate that shit that b***h niggas do
That's for the bullshit, tell me why the **** I'd listen dude
Ya, my Vans on but they looking like they sneakers
Wondering where I got this shit, I swear I'm Jeepers Creepers
They're like B Tillers, please tell us
Where to get, some fly ass kicks
This nice ass hoss, I like it soft
Why you worried about my swag for
You can have your girlfriend back, I don't even like that whore
Rhyme her view, I **** her good, then send her right backdoor
Niggas know the deal, we have an understanding
Sit the **** down and watch me take over this rap shit
Shut up with that whack shit
You sent out your Facebook
Smack that b***h with a rack of dummies, I just face booked
Hold up, all us to the side
When my team is in the picture, you know that it's a wrap
Play my shit back, man, your shit is weak b***h
All you old heads gon' get the city back
If you don't give it back, then we don't take that shit
Why is everybody hating on me?
I don't give a **** about them, doubt em
And all these haters gon' see
Everyone that see me, I'm a mother****ing mastermind
I've been making cream, while they suck and **** it, shredder style
Everybody thinking that shit
All these mediocre b*****s, I think they should quit
Man, hop in the backseat, they know that's a safety style
Tryna tell me something's up, I'm a mother****ing mastermind
****ed up ass niggas but my living so serious
They know my name man
They ask me how I'm doing and they still remain kissing
Maybe I don't, I'll introduce my self again
Players rising too
**** you niggas man
****ing hating ass niggas
I'm tired of y'all niggas shit, dawg
Ya, my name is Bryson Tiller
Genius, it doesn't take a genius
Ya
I be fly, autopilot
Ain't talking dollars, I don't wanna talk about it (Shut up)
Haters man, get under their skin
Spittin' at the chain, everybody look ****ing, they in
Young b***h is bad as ****, I put it in my planner
**** it, she won't see another hit, like MC Hammer
I told her grab her shit and go
She told me that she didn't know
Remind you that I'm a rude, rude, boy, I've got no money
Ballin' is my hobby, b***h no testing
God, your hoe is looking like my living room sectioning
I'll piledrive the b***h, like I'm wrestling
She swallow my cucumber, man, them booties love they Benjamins
I'm so flay, you need me construction
Swagger off the planet, the whole mall just got a debit
Haters tryna try me, I gut thumbnails on my buttons
Don't be stunting with me, I ain't with that **** shit, b***h hush it
Why is everybody hating on me?
I don't give a **** about them, doubt em
And all these haters gon' see
Everyone that see me, I'm a mother****ing mastermind
I've been making cream, while they suck and **** it, shredder style
Everybody thinking they the shit
All these mediocre b*****s, I think they should quit
Man, hop in the backseat, they know that's a safety style
Tryna tell me something's up, I'm a mother****ing mastermind
Man **** it, I'm a hater
Cuz I hate that shit that b***h niggas do
That's for the bullshit, tell me why the **** I'd listen dude
Ya, my Vans on but they looking like they sneakers
Wondering where I got this shit, I swear I'm Jeepers Creepers
They're like B Tillers, please tell us
Where to get, some fly ass kicks
This nice ass hoss, I like it soft
Why you worried about my swag for
You can have your girlfriend back, I don't even like that whore
Rhyme her view, I **** her good, then send her right backdoor
Niggas know the deal, we have an understanding
Sit the **** down and watch me take over this rap shit
Shut up with that whack shit
You sent out your Facebook
Smack that b***h with a rack of dummies, I just face booked
Hold up, all us to the side
When my team is in the picture, you know that it's a wrap
Play my shit back, man, your shit is weak b***h
All you old heads gon' get the city back
If you don't give it back, then we don't take that shit
Why is everybody hating on me?
I don't give a **** about them, doubt em
And all these haters gon' see
Everyone that see me, I'm a mother****ing mastermind
I've been making cream, while they suck and **** it, shredder style
Everybody thinking that shit
All these mediocre b*****s, I think they should quit
Man, hop in the backseat, they know that's a safety style
Tryna tell me something's up, I'm a mother****ing mastermind
****ed up ass niggas but my living so serious
They know my name man
They ask me how I'm doing and they still remain kissing
Maybe I don't, I'll introduce my self again
Players rising too
**** you niggas man
****ing hating ass niggas
I'm tired of y'all niggas shit, dawg
