Kentucky Shit
Bryson Tiller
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Killer Instinct Damn, double homicide Bitch? (oh, shit, I'm sorry) Dj EDub Settin' the streets on fire, mixtape after mixtape Wow, I'm on my New York shit My whip mean and it's clean like a newborn is My crib clean, two Lamborghinis, two Porsches Ah, you had to see me in the two-doors lit A baddie with me in the passenger, too gorgeous Music blastin', this rapper from New Orleans Too relaxed, don't be slackin', do more shit I'm too established, word to Gavy, do more damage Too bad it's over for anyone of you who been lackin' Fly as Disney Aladdin God send me a Jasmine, my business is crackin' so She gon' get G-Wagon and tennis shoes matchin' Hit Venice in fashion Beginnin' still, tryna get revenge and I'm laughin' Dissin' Tiller is madness Dissin' Tiller really might get 'em embarrassed Funny he got more in common with Tiffany Haddish He don't be rappin', he just be crackin' silly jokes But these niggas would ask Really though, it's just Twitter relax I guarantee they still ask, "Where Serenity at?" Be a lotta things, I ain't finna be wack No, I ain't finna be whack, nigga I'm on my KY shit (don't wait on that shit) I'm on my KY shit (yeah, yeah) I'm on my KY shit Too smooth, true, that's KY shit Wow, I elevated Never stressed, no rest 'cause what's next was premeditated Swanny send me the text, I connect in the West we waitin' I promise that if we correct then it's to the death, that shit crazy, I got is Reachin' silence, been keepin' quiet, I be seein' time and Seek alliances, seat aside of a sleepin' giant Indeed a bias, might seem defiant Been meanin' to get this shit out my mind, we should speak in private Wait, you been wishin' me the worst, niggas dead wrong Sage, you can feel it in the circle like a scantron Better not test me, like a sneeze I'm ahead of a blessing Got the keys, after these, I'm forever indebted Still flooded, still star, still uncontested I'm still Adam, still bald like I'm Uncle Fester Tickets down to will call, I might fill up the section If it's not the Ville's own then I'm the one to mess with but We can leave the story untold, no one will say shit But I rap like I know I can save it Like I know I'm the greatest my city's ever seen Since Static or Katniss Everdeen, Tiller or Harlow I'm dealin' with the sorrows to millionaire tomorrow Niggas goin' numb, need some feelings we can borrow Louis slugger, doin' numbers when I make my pitch Who she lovin', who she wantin'? Then I take my pick Who he was and he wasn't, niggas can't stop this But when they play my shit, it's on some KY shit I'm on my KY shit (hey) Yeah, I'm on my KY shit (yeah, yeah) I'm on my KY shit, too smooth, true, that's KY shit I'm really F*ck-ass niggas Act like DJ EDub ain't got these motherfuckin' streets on lock Take a seat and pay goddamn attention, get familiar, suckas
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Written by: Bryson Tiller, Julius Keith
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