Lyrics
Yeah, bitch this a face off
Bitch I'm Bryson Tiller all y'all punks is Trey Songz
Pull up on me and you praying to your allahs'
Nothing can stop me man I'll strike you with the napalm
Oh shit, uh bitch I'm back again
If we is not talking business then we ain't friends
Nobody can stop me
Bitches rapping off beat
Bitch I got that dark tint
Rapping like a has-been
Y'all bitches want war then pull up to the corner store
These rappers is freaks because they cannot stay low
I feel like J-Lo not a place I can't go
Progressive rapping cuz I'm keeping all that damn flow
Slice you like a mango
Like where did my mane go?
Everybody want a piece until they asking where they hand go
Ok let me stop it
Let's bring back the topic
All my bitches gothic, like let's start a mosh pit
Akii. rapping like he in the 90's
You a suck up to the money you feeling so grime-y
Don't ever defy me
You know I'm almighty
Imma make a crime scene but I keep it tidy
BOUND
Grab the tooly
Grab the tooly
BOUND
Grab the tooly
Grab the tooly
Aye
BOUND
Grab the tooly
Grab the tooly
BOUND
Grab the tooly
Grab the tooly
Aye
You know I keep it clean babe
Ooh
Oh lord
Yeah, you know I keep it clean bae
When I'm with you it's a dream babe
Please don't go, please don't leave babe
Cuz all you say is "I'm okay"
But all I want is you to stay
You know I keep it clean babe
Ooh