tiller

You wear that body suit, I know you tryna tease me

I put on that Tiller, she'd rather fuck me to Weezy

I remember when your money was young

Uh, oh, ooh, mmm (yeah)

I don't usually do this but, um (Tiller, oh my God)

Can I sing to you?

Chris Brown, Breezy

Young Tiller, Bryson, Bryson

Yeah, yeah

Gucci

Tiller!

Nah, we just gettin' started

It's Slum Tiller, Volume 2, nigga

My boy Tylian snapped on this shit

Niggas tryna take me out my vibe, dawg

God Tiller, God Tiller, I'm alive, dawg

Still I'm on my way to the top, dawg

Yeah

I don't usually do this but, um (Tiller oh my God)

Can I sing to you?

But this ain't a game (whoo), this is life, this is a killer

He'll try to trap your soul, I ain't talkin' Bryson Tiller

But really, he's a dog standin' next to a Gorilla

I don't wanna lie to her, wanna lie with her

She know, but she don't like Bryson Tiller (turn)

She ask why I invest in smoke

Met a couple people that I like to call my homies

Fat Tarr from Tiller Gang, boy, 2 counties above me

The public seem to love me but these haters say I'm fronting (Huh!)

On the fifty yard line and my adrenaline pumping

Like a killer thriller, driller tiller, out with the Miller brew

Fill her up, took it 'til the damn Dutch puked

They mad 'cause my check gettin' bigger

True to myself, bitch I feel like I'm Tiller

Backwood is loaded, it's filled with the killer

A nigga who treats his yak richer than elixer

Taps slicker than past tiller

Goes around the room like his cats get finna

Ah, the irony in being a killer, yet in the crime-solving community, I am a pillar

A corpse turns to mulch with a good roto-tiller...

I kill for the good of man

As I live and breathe

My soul feels trapped, like I'm ridin' the Bryson Tiller beats

On the road to inner peace, takin' unfamiliar streets (yeah)

Bankroll, tryna get another million (racks)

Get jammed up, he gon' sing like Bryson Tiller (damn)

Garage look like the dealer (haha)

That bitch off coke, remember? (Let's get it)

Fuck hoes to Bryson Tiller (yeah, yeah)

Make freak hoes bite the pillow (let's get it)

(I can see, I can see, I can see, I ah)

Everybody looks like a stair with the miles between us, spit in the wind 'til he winds the tiller

(I can see, I can see, I can see)

Lower the lifeboats

Take the tiller

Steer the way

Turn to Tyson, start bitin' these niggas (silly)

Bryson Tiller, start singin' to bitches

Get to hittin' these bitches like sabers

I write for Sean Price and Dilla, my mic is Thriller

My ratchet blows, it's trappin' souls like Bryson Tiller

They sprayed the crib, left lead in the awnings

All the cracked could set a thriller

All the hand inside a tiller

And a hundred job a biller

I get the tiller, you get the line

Crystalline water with manta ray shine

I paid the fare in Billet on her maiden voyage to Vicksburg

And talked my way to hand the tiller on the course

In her planks, I carved a notch and sealed the vow "Be my Bonita"

he put on the mast all the canvas she'd take

then laid himself down on the deck neath the tiller

the ship was his coffin this moment his wake

But now and then we gather down in Salt Lake City to raise our voices in a joyful song

And we sing Heavenly Father Holy Mother keeper of our children tiller of the land

Take us to the river in a horse and buggy

But they haven't met you

They only know the villains at the tiller

And they gambled the farm on a headline

Montel all business

Can't be playing these games Bryson Tiller

MJ man you know Imma winner