Lyrics

[Bridge: KUZGUN] Young Tiller, Kuz-Nigga Your friend bad too? Then don't come with her And we like, bitches with they own shit We don't like gold diggers [Hook: Bryson Tiller] Girl if you don't get the fuck from me I know you thought we had something special But you don't mean nothing to me Girl I'm sorry you not the one for me [Verse 1: KUZGUN] I ain't playing games, I already copped the cheat codes I call this Reggie Miller, cuz I got three hoes You think they fly, and how they suck you off well, really tho? Nah, they sucking off your bank account, hourglass-figure mosquitoes Shout out to Tiller, holdin' down the 502 I'm another real nigga, holdin' down the 58212 These bitches all looking the same, I think they Siamese Simple as ABC, hoes gon' get on D's, when they find some G's If y'all pullin' up in a new Benz, better practice pullin' out Cuz if she pushin' out, then your account gon' see some bullets now That's the Kuz-Nigga, and Young Tiller, Young Tiller Bitches trynna turn from your Average Janes to Francines and Priscillas So, if you got a friend, better bring her And don't be surprised to wake up and see a nigga missing So, you won't make it through without fucking my niggas [Bridge: KUZGUN] Young Tiller, Kuz-Nigga Your friend bad too? Then don't come with her And we like, bitches with they own shit We don't like gold diggers [Hook: Bryson Tiller] Girl if you don't get the fuck from me I know you thought we had something special But you don't mean nothing to me Girl I'm sorry you not the one for me [Verse 2: KUZGUN] So, who you gon choose, B? Young Walt Disney or your attractive little Goofy's Because I birthed these niggas' flows So, that's why they stuck with their chains like Figaro So, that's why they wakin' up at 6:30 every day, trynna be Griffey Shaq in the paint, but these hoes still won't get a penny Bitch, it's been that way, for however long, I don't see a difference Been workin' OT, only spittin' writtens I'll probably make it once I make this more than a hobby Don't care if you feel me or Phil Jackson, I'ma run up on you with the posse Young King with ice on my neck, lookin' like I play hockey So, these bitches don't affect me anymore than Right My Wrongs did And you won't be the right bitch if you ain't down to do that wrong shit I'm on my Justin Wong shit, better yet some King Kong shit Long career in front of him, perfectly suits the nigga with the long dick So I'm an asshole, it'd be wrong if I was anything less You gon' get up and leave now, just another gold digging bitch less