[Verse 1: I'm way too to treat the same You still playing I already beat the I'm not the breakup the make up shit I'm on some wake up and cake up So no apologies just stacks for my niggas all my power G's Tryna to I don't like your soccer a chick like a lipo doctor
[Verse 2: Bryson I used to think about how you act When a nigga got Now you done up on me Now you say "what's up?" to me Okay so now you wanna love to me
[Hook: Tiller] if you don't get the fuck from me I know you thought we had something But you don't nothing to me I'm sorry you not the one for me
[Verse 3: Bryson be honest, girl, what you want from me? This ain't new, keep it so 100 I let none of these niggas get one up on me I go by God-Tiller, you run from me hope to my niggas, them niggas love money Adios to them bitches, can't get a hug me I'm on life, that's what it does for me My going up, I feel a buzz coming (one up)
[Bridge: Bryson Young nigga, nigga Your friends bad Then 'em come with you And we like, bitches with own shit We don't like diggers
[Hook: Tiller] if you don't get the fuck from me I know you thought we had special But you don't mean to me I'm sorry you not the one for me
[Verse 4: Bryson This the I don't condone on your man but you can get it if you want it Looking for a bad bitch, I finally found a Nigga taking shots, and I'm check the postage, yeah Hatin' ass nigga, why won't you up? the motherfuckin' 502 come up And every I'm back in the city Every bitch with a hidden run up (cause I'm on, nigga!)
[Bridge: Tiller] nigga, young nigga Your friends bad Then 'em come with you And we like, bitches with they own We like gold diggers
Bryson Tiller] Girl if you don't get the from me I know you thought we had special But you don't mean to me I'm sorry you not the one for me
[Verse 5: Look, you and you would've been You get it now but you never understood it bulletin yup all our bullets tins I'mma pull a up Pocket of bands What's up with them get texts Yes we wasn't working out to get back flexing Same phone this ya I switched up on you happened to old boy oh he bitched up on you Now she to ride stick trying to switched up When I do to cut I hit Rich up on you He came through with I'm with killer Hit [?] like I'm with the nigga young nigga And now trapsoul with the boy who rap soul [?] in the winter like Thanksgiving Like it's Christmas spirit got a gift with You niggas stay far from me your bitch get near it
Bryson Tiller] Young nigga, nigga friends bad too? Then tell 'em come you And we like, bitches they own shit We like gold diggers
[Hook: Tiller] if you don't get the fuck from me I know you thought we had something But you don't nothing to me Girl I'm you not the one for me
It get to a that you know You get money it's like is you doing it for So when you find somebody special it's become your motivation behind what you do You know what I'm (ya) You got a lady or you got (Of course) You know ever you got That become your (ya) You what I'm saying (Motivation is key it makes it a whole lot Of course you have somebody that is doing the same thing Or even just grinding as hard it's really it's something it's) So what's motivation (You)