Cut Ties

[Chorus: Bryson Tiller]

These people know we ain't cut ties for no reason

Shawty fuckin' up my average every season

Why party at the strip club? Had every reason

She ain't angelic, I'm posted up with my demons, huh

My bands yellin', "Just throw me," I can't keep 'em, huh

Her ass jumpin', I'm knowin' shawty too freaky, huh

My last woman just slept on me, she tweakin', huh

Got a badder one, she came from a new region

[Pre-Chorus: Bryson Tiller]

Steppin' out with my bros tonight (Yeah)

I don't think I need to see the bartender

I got my keys on me, I drovе tonight, ooh

And this lil' pretty thing heard I was single, shе knows

[Chorus: Bryson Tiller]

These people know we ain't cut ties for no reason (She knows)

Shawty fuckin' up my average every season (She won't)

Why party at the strip club? Had every reason (I had my reasons)

She ain't angelic, I'm posted up with my demons, huh

[Verse 1: Bryson Tiller]

Turnin' off my phone tonight, huh

Countin' up some money, I came in here stuntin'

I got all my chains on tonight (Oh), huh

Does shawty see me under the bright lights? 'Cause I

Told the bottle girls, "Put my name up on the sign"

'Case shawty think that I'm hurtin', I'm just fine

Got the brand new Cullinan parked outside

And at least two tryna take that for a ride (Come ride with me)

That should be you, I know (You know it)

But you turned your back on me, broke a promise (You broke your word, huh?)

Used to be my one and only (My one and only, but you)

But you lied, so you know I had to cut ties

[Chorus: Bryson Tiller]

These people know we ain't cut ties for no reason (Oh no)

Shawty fuckin' up my average every season (Broke my stride)

Why party at the strip club? Had every reason (Nevermind)

She ain't angelic, I'm posted up with my demons, huh (Uh-uh)

My bands yellin', "Just throw me," I can't keep 'em, huh (Uh-uh)

Her ass jumpin', I'm knowin' shawty too freaky, ha (Let me see it)

My last woman just slept on me, she tweakin', huh

Got a badder one, she came from a new region

[Verse 2: BossMan Dlow]

Big Za!

I cut ties before I go tit for tat (Yeah)

You can't try me like I'm one of them, lil' mama, this ain't that (This ain't that)

It's stars on the roof, sit back, bae, we 'bout to take off (Come on, bae)

Shoppin' sprees at Louis V, that's how we start our day off (Yeah)

I cut a bitch off quicker than a barber, baby (Yeah)

If it ain't 'bout no money, I ain't tryna argue, baby (Pussy)

But I ain't gon' lie, I need you with me, fuck them hoes, bae, you different

And you know that pussy hittin', super wet like the Pacific (Like the Pacific)

I ain't goin' back and forth, nigga (Back and forth, nigga)

You can have that broke bitch, boy, she yours, nigga (Boy, she yours, nigga)

She fell in love with a shit popper (Shit popper)

You can leave, bae, I ain't gon' stop you

[Pre-Chorus: Bryson Tiller]

Steppin' out with my bros tonight

I don't think I need to see the bartender

I got my keys on me, I drove tonight

And this lil' pretty thing heard I was single, she knows

[Chorus: Bryson Tiller]

These people know we ain't cut ties for no reason (She knows)

Shawty fuckin' up my average every season (She won't)

Why party at the strip club? Had every reason (I had my reasons)

She ain't angelic, I'm posted up with my demons, huh

[Outro: Bryson Tiller]

Okay, ah, okay, alright

Okay, ah, okay, alright, right

Okay, alright, alright, okay, okay, I'm

She talkin' 'bout, she talkin' 'bout, yeah

She wanna get in my ride, get in my ride, yeah

Do you wanna slide, wanna slide with me?

She talkin' 'bout, yeah, she tryna ride