Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Bryson Tiller
Bryson Tiller
Vocals
Vory
Vory
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bryson Tiller
Bryson Tiller
Songwriter
Isom Brandon Stewart
Isom Brandon Stewart
Songwriter
Tavoris Hollins, Jr.
Tavoris Hollins, Jr.
Songwriter
Mariah Carey
Mariah Carey
Songwriter
Jermaine Dupri Mauldin
Jermaine Dupri Mauldin
Songwriter
Bryan-Michael Cox
Bryan-Michael Cox
Songwriter
Johnta Austin
Johnta Austin
Songwriter
Stuart Lowery
Stuart Lowery
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Bryson Tiller
Bryson Tiller
Recording Engineer
Dope Boi
Dope Boi
Producer
Epikh Pro
Epikh Pro
Producer
Colin Leonard
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Don't, don't play with her, don't be dishonest (Aye)
Still not understandin' this logic (Aye)
I'm back and I'm better (And I'm better)
I want you bad as ever
Don't let me just let up
I want to give you better
Baby, it's whatever
Somebody gotta step up
Girl, I'm that somebody
So I'm next up
Be damned if I let him catch up
It's easy to see that you're fed up
I am on a whole 'nother level
Girl, he only fucked you over 'cause you let him
Fuck him girl, I guess he didn't know any better
Girl, that man didn't show any effort
Do all I can just to show you you're special
Certain it's your love that holds me together
Lately, you say he been killing the vibe
Gotta be sick of this guy
Pull up, skrrt
Get in the ride
Left hand is steerin', the other is grippin' your thigh
Light up a spliff and get high
Shawty, you deserve what you been missin'
Lookin' at you, I'm thinking he must be trippin'
Play this song for him, tell him just listen
Don't
Don't
Girl, said he keeps on playin' games and his lovin' ain't the same
I don't know what to say-ay, but
What a shame
If you were mine, you would not get the same
If you were mine, you would top everything
Suicide in the drop, switchin' lanes
And that thing so fire, baby, no propane
Got good pussy girl, can I be frank (Oh baby)
To keep it one-hundred girl, I ain't no saint
But he the only reason that I'm feelin' this way
Givin' you the world, baby, when you get space
Pen game get me laid, baby, let's penetrate
Oh, baby
Don't (Play this song for him)
Aye
H-Town got a **** so throwed
Po' up, we can party some mo'
Yeah, got this drink in my cup
Got a young **** feelin' so throwed
Spit fire and the world so cold
Young Money got a **** feelin' old
Spit fire and the world so cold
H-Town got me feelin' so throwed
H-Town got me feelin' so throwed
Raw paint in the sip, can it fold
H-Town got me feeling so throwed
Spit fire and the world so cold
H-Town got a **** so throwed
Play this song for him
Don't
Written by: Bryan-Michael Cox, Bryson Tiller, Isom Brandon Stewart, Jermaine Dupri Mauldin, Johnta Austin, Mariah Carey, Tavoris Hollins, Jr.
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