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Bryson Tiller

Blowing Smoke

 

Blowing Smoke

(album: True To Self - 2017)


Ayy
It's 7AM in the morning, I been up since 3
Fuck it, I'ma keep going
Yeah

Young Pen Griffy
I go to, I go to bat for my niggas
The pun was intended, nigga
Wow, look how I'm living, nigga
Angels say watch how you spending, nigga
Devil say cop a new Bentley, nigga
Might as well, quick as you get it, nigga
Made a prediction, nigga
Fortune teller, nigga
Ayy, I got it, yeah, I get it, nigga
You a rapping contradiction, nigga
Hunnid racks on a sticker
New whip and I'm in it with her
Set it off, this a stick up
'Til they came and shake shit up
Shaking that shit up
Then I go put a check in the bank, nigga
Got a lot up on my plate, nigga
Grandma need a new estate, nigga
You a fraud, you a fake, nigga
Can't keep up with the pace, nigga
Keep the fuck up out the race, nigga

Yeah, pump your brakes, go slow
Pump your brakes, go slow
Just like my shawty, she like it slow
Yeah, and just like her, I heard it all before
Don't let 'em fool you, they blowing smoke
Yeah, they blowing smoke, yeah
Yeah, I heard it all before
Don't let 'em lie to you anymore
Hey, don't let 'em lie to you anymore

Ayy, don't let 'em fool you, baby
Gene Snyder, get shifty, nigga
Need a lighter for the spliff, nigga
I pull up in a street fighter chain, hit a nigga
Now that I got your attention, nigga
Keep my name off your lips, nigga
Hey, just like her, I don't take you serious, nigga
No you can't be serious, nigga
You can't be serious, nigga
I can't even hear it, nigga
Gotta be up on my tier, nigga
You ain't nowhere near, nigga
Young Tiller don't fear a nigga
Ayy, this no joke, no smoke, no mirrors, nigga
Know you seen me last year, nigga
All at Cleveland Cavaliers, nigga
Thoroughbred, I'm a winner
D'USSE in my cup, I feel like Jigga
Wins got me hitting liquor (faded)
And I got you niggas feeling bitter (you mad)
Bitch, I been a heavy hitter
But you barely making plays, nigga
Fuck it, let me demonstrate, nigga
Home running, not safe, nigga
Guess I got what it takes, nigga
Can't keep up with the pace, nigga
Get the fuck up out the race, nigga

Yeah, pump your brakes, go slow
Pump your brakes, go slow
Just like my shawty, she like it slow
Yeah, and just like her, I heard it all before
Don't let 'em fool you, they blowing smoke
Yeah, they blowing smoke, yeah
Yeah, I heard it all before
Don't let 'em lie to you anymore
Hey, don't let 'em lie to you anymore

done

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