Bryson Tiller — Mastermind

[Intro: Bryson Tiller] I'm a motherfucking legend Ya, my name is Bryson Tiller Genius, it doesn't take a genius Pun intended Ya [Verse 1: Bryson Tiller & DJ E Dubb] 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 fucking, they in Your bitch is bad as fuck, I put it in my planner Fuck 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 (DJ E Dubb) Ballin' is my hobby, nigga no testing God, your hoe is looking like my living room sectioning I'll piledrive the pussy, like I'm wrestling She swallow my cucumber, man, them booties love they Benjamins She 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 fuck shit, nigga hush it [Chorus: Bryson Tiller] Why is everybody hating on me? I don't give a fuck about them, doubt em And all these haters gon' see Everyone that see me, I'm a motherfucking mastermind I've been making cream, while they suck and fuck it, shredder style Everybody thinking they the shit All these mediocre niggas, 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 motherfucking mastermind [Verse 2: Bryson Tiller & DJ E Dubb] Man fuck it, I'm a hater Cuz I hate that shit that bitch niggas do That's for the bullshit, tell me why the fuck 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 fuck her good, then send her right backdoor Niggas know the deal, we have an understanding Sit the fuck down and watch me take over this rap shit Shut up with that whack shit You sent out your Facebook Smack that nigga 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, you're shit is weak nigga All you old heads gon' get the city back If you don't give it back, then we don't take that shit [Chorus: Bryson Tiller] Why is everybody hating on me? I don't give a fuck about them, doubt em And all these haters gon' see Everyone that see me, I'm a motherfucking mastermind I've been making cream, while they suck and fuck it, shredder style Everybody thinking that shit All these mediocre niggas, 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 motherfucking mastermind [Outro: Bryson Tiller] Pussy ass nigga 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 Fuck you niggas man Fucking hating ass niggas I'm tired of y'all niggas shit , dawg Write some motherfucking tunes Fuck you niggas man Few months, fucking everybody