Finished

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Bryson Tiller - Rap, Hip-Hop

Finished

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[Intro] And I'll give you one tip, vices They a motherfucker now Leave it alone Whatever's keepin' you from movin' forward Leave it alone [Chorus] Hold up, let me replenish, hm Basically, I'm talkin' to whoever done said I'm finished, hm Wonder how you feel, fuck nigga, I'm ten years in it, hm Got ten more with me, lil' bitch I just put a boom on business, lil' bitch I ain't gotta croon, I'm spittin', lil' bitch Nigga look mad when I hit that switch And his bitch braggin', playin' my shit Like she ain't never heard no shit like this, yeah Fuck is you sayin', bitch nigga? I'ma let you finish, yeah These house and thеse cars ain't rented Thе work paid off, my bars infinite [Verse 1] I'm still Pen Griffey Niggas be talkin' that shit in my city Still my city, they know my city Fuck a bug mural, I'm a hometown villain Southside nigga, I personify winnin' But you know them white folks won't show 'em I did it Love the white folks that fuck with a nigga Come have fun at the Yum with a nigga See what the game done to a nigga Hate when these lames come for a nigga I'm goin' on a whole new run (New run) They tryin' trick me out my spot (My spot) I'll be done with this shit when I'm done (I'm done) I ain't lookin' for the number one (Uh-uh) Just money and the shit keep comin' (Just cash) Kept goin', can't risk bein' nothin' (Big facts) Ain't fallin' off, bitch, you funny (On God) [Chorus] Hold up, let me replenish, hm (Oh, let me replenish) Basically, I'm talkin' to whoever done said I'm finished, hmh (Said I'm finished, I'm 'bout my business) Wonder how you feel, fuck nigga, I'm ten years in it, hm (Ten years in it) Got ten more with me, lil' bitch I just put a boom on business, lil' bitch I ain't gotta croon, I'm spittin', lil' bitch Nigga look mad when I hit that switch And his bitch braggin', playin' my shit Like she ain't never heard no shit like this, yeah Fuck is you sayin', bitch nigga? I'ma let you finish, yeah These house and these cars ain't rented The work paid off, my bars infinite, bitch [Verse 2] Remember they gave the cold shoulder, throwin' them jokes and stones Just for rockin' them OVOs But you know that shit was bogus, nigga And I hate to bring up 2015, but you know young Tiller was chosen, nigga That's why they had to go get the higher up guys and nerf us, I was, broken, nigga [Outro] (Oh, no, no) Niggas get amnesia and start giving props and handshakes (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) I ain't forget that shit, nigga (No, no) (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) I'm on my WWJD though It's all good, I still love you (Oh) (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Let's get some money You feel me?

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Credits

Writers
  • Bryson Tiller
  • Teddy Walton