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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Bryson Tiller
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bryson Tiller
Songwriter
Ernest Brown III
Songwriter
Roger Troutman
Songwriter
Terry Troutman
Songwriter
Donald DeGrate
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Charlie Heat
Producer
Michael "Black Mic" Williams
Engineer
Jaycen Joshua
Mixing Engineer
Mike Seaberg
Mastering Engineer
Jacob Richards
Assistant Engineer
Chris Bhikoo
Assistant Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Yeah
You know they say it's always gon' be a badder bitch, for some reason that don't apply to you
I can't even lie to you, these bitches is bad, but just not as fine as you, they
Looking at me like, "How come I'm not outside with you?" They
Looking at me like, "Who gon' make this **** fold?"
Walking all in my line of sight, tryna find out who I'ma like, let me show her to you
Let me hit her phone, "Bae, these hoes 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
Come outside
I don't know the difference between Swiss and provolone
But I know the difference between my bitch and these hoes, she got a **** cheesin'
Not for any reason other than
She borderline comedian
Stay in her lane while these bitches drive on the median
Damn
Like it's 2012, I'm swerving 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 Selena
Done wit' the Batman, you happy to see it, just gimme dat cat, and I'm happy to eat it
I'm mad at you teasin', these bitches, they lack what I need, and 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 she in the middle and move to the right
She still the center, my truest delight, I cannot be sleazy proving her right, nah
Better know I ain't come in here to go back and forth with no stare downs, baby, 'cause
And my rosters just you with like eight or nine different hairstyles, baby
Whether 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
Chill
[Outro]
Nah, for real, you gotta chill
Chill out, you got all these bitches mad in here
But I only see you, so it don't even matter for real
Believe that
Written by: Bryson Tiller, Donald DeGrate, Ernest Brown III, Roger Troutman, Terry Troutman