Said I'm fiendin' for you, you you, you, you, you, you, you, you (He's heatin' up) Yeah
You know, they say it's always gon' be a badder bitch but some reason, that don't apply to you I can't even lie to you, these bitches bad but just not as fine as you They lookin' at me like, "How come I'm not outside with you? " They lookin' at me like, "Who gon' make this nigga fold? " Walkin' all in my line of sight tryna find out who I'ma like Let me show it to you Let me hit her phone Baby, in here doin' pick and rolls I know I said I was out with the bros but I need you to go put different clothes on (I'm outside) I don't know the difference between Swiss and provolone But I know the difference between my bitch and these hoes Got a nigga cheesin' Not for any reason other reason other than She borderline comedian Stay on her lane while these bitches drive on the median (Damn) Like it's 2012, I'm swervin' this ho, and I mean it (Swerve) I'm showin' no mercy to hoes and I mean it It's only you in this black Lamborghini I feel like Bruce Wayne but I need a Selina Done want a Batman, you happy to see it Just give me that cat and I'm happy to eat it I'm mad at you teasin' me These bitches, they lack what I'm needin' Let's keep it a rack, they not half of what she is, I swear Won't be no mackin' for me And I swear, won't be no casualties And I swear, she a killer if he in the middle and move to the right Twist to the center, my truest delight I cannot be sleazy, provin' 'em right Nah, huh Better know I ain't come in here to go back and forth with no stare-downs, baby 'Cause— (Said I'm fiendin' for you) And my roster just, you like eight or nine Different hairstyles, baby (Said I'm fiendin' for you) Well, if it's braided now Or hair down, maybe, or curly or straight You switch it up year-round Two-strand twist, it ain't fair, now, baby (Said I'm fiendin' for you) Chill
Hahah, nah, for real, you gotta chill (You look good in everything, what's goin' on?) Chill out, you got all these bitches mad (I'm fiendin' for you) But I only see you, so I don't even matter for real Believe that (For real, huh)
Compositores: Ernest Eugene Iii Brown (Torch), Bryson Tiller ECAD: Obra #43499558