Bryson Tiller — Birmingham

[Intro] Oh, you said, we wasn't gon' pop off? That's what I thought you said Now, let me offer this as a rebuttal Ooh, ooh Gang, gang, gang Fuck what y'all was talkin' 'bout Gang, gang, gang This how we used to do, you know what I'm sayin? Drop the shit, fuck it [Verse 1] Ever since I got to Europe, I've been planning to see 20 million once again, this time, I'm playing for keeps I went double on my first, fuck you saying to me? I'll quit talking shit when these niggas quit playing with me God damn Birmingham, I got them bands on me He see 9,000 when he put the scan on me Now, he seen 20,000 apple, put the scan on me You-you get knocked off, get your dapper dan from me O-okay, I got the sauce, go heat up the pan for me You fast food r&b, yeah, that's too bland for me Aye, she a freak, oh, she gon' do that with two hands for me She never fucked a rapper, she gon' take a chance for me I go beastmode nigga, God Tiller, know that's me hoe He ain't no threat to me, I turn him to a mink coat You ain't safe, it's a breach hoe Get down on your knees, ya'll gon' make me trigger squeeze Gah damn, hold on, hold on, hold on [Bridge] (ya'll gon' make me trigger squeeze) Like metaphorically tho, not actually busting gats and shit Fuck it, hold on, we ain't done, let me rap [Verse 2] Before you drop another track, I'm gon need my swag back Couple niggas been my sons, fuck a dad hat I ran up on my stats, you gon have to match that Before you talk anymore trash, not behind my back Buddy, say it to my face, shawty told me everything Don't you love when niggas hate on the shit they can't make I got a lot to say, I should drop a mixtape Fuck it, that shit is on the way Let's go! [Outro] Gang, gang, gang God Tiller! Back on my shit, you know what I'm saying, just having fun