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