natural

[Intro]

(Chenzo's right here)

[Chorus]

Uh, down in Indi' with them killers (Bow, bow)

Said his life a movie, so we turned him to a Triller

And my choppa sing out, "Don't," like his name was Bryson Tiller

Know my bitch, she gotta be natural, 'cause I don't fuck with fillers (Don't fuck with fillers)

[Verse 1]

Feel like I'm a butcher the way I hop out of that cut (Bow, bow)

He thought he was getting pussy 'til we stuck him up (We stuck him up)

I know brothers who ride 'round with them sticks and them Benz trucks

If he's talking then there's only one way we can shut him up

I might put that ho in Prada but she not my boo-bitch, nada

That boy acting like a toddler, we keep sticks like Harry Pottеr

Barrel hot like it's a sauna, got that green like marijuana

I just got back from Tijuana, talk 'bout mе, we shoot your partner

Talk down at your own risk

I might steal your own bitch

Don't care about no damn diss

Midwxst, know he can't miss

Know he won't get no tips

Take stage, know we closed in

Calling shots like politics

Can't get hoes off my dick

[Chorus]

Uh, down in Indi' with them killers (Bow, bow)

Said his life a movie, so we turned him to a Triller

And my choppa sing out, "Don't," like his name was Bryson Tiller

Know my bitch, she gotta be natural, 'cause I don't fuck with fillers (Don't fuck with fillers)

[Verse 2]

And she gotta know she bad, if she don't, I'll tell her the truth

Already know I'm putting them diamonds, put that grill up on my tooth

He just making up his own damn stories like he's Dr. Seuss

And I'm back in action, on the road, you know I got the routes

Crowd, they singing (Woah), shoes, I'm slaying (Woah)

I ain't playing (Woah), I can't complain (Woah)

Crowd, they singing (Woah), shoes, I'm slaying (Woah)

I ain't playing (Woah), I can't complain (Woah)

I won't do no verse unless I get that good percentage

I've been getting blue, lil' nigga, like my name Bill Clinton

You don't put no work in, then you not hard, know you not efficient

If you not gon' play my fucking music then I won't fucking listen (Won't fuckin' listen)

[Chorus]

Uh, down in Indi' with them killers (Bow, bow)

Said his life a movie, so we turned him to a Triller

And my choppa sing out, "Don't," like his name was Bryson Tiller

Know my bitch, she gotta be natural, 'cause I don't fuck with fillers (Don't fuck with fillers)

Uh, down in Indi' with them killers (Bow, bow)

Said his life a movie, so we turned him to a Triller

And my choppa sing out, "Don't," like his name was Bryson Tiller

Know my bitch, she gotta be natural, 'cause I don't fuck with fillers (Don't fuck with fillers)