(Intro – Bryson Tiller)
God Tiller
Hahaha
Aw man that was one of my lazier ones I said
This s**t sound like uh 2017 Darth Vader theme song or some s**t, I don’t know
S**t
(Verse 1 – Bryson Tiller)
Oh my god I’m popping
Tiller done got it popping
Ni**as is down talking
I guess they ran outta options, yeah
Like a lost wallet, they outta pocket
Don’t get me started, ay
That’s when a ni**a go hardest
Flow get so chaotic
Lambo look good top less
Dashboard, it’s electronic
Khaled say I’m iconic
Ni**a you ain’t know none bout it
Need twenty million dollars profit
Wifey like to go shopping
God damn gringo ni**a
Tiller got cheat codes ni**a
Talk to me though ni**a, better lose your motherf**king ego ni**a
I’m married to the beat though ni**a
Need a tuxedo ni**a
The info come to the seminar, ah yeah
Your MCM just pulled up to the fountain blue stunting in the rental car yeah
Your MCM just over drafted on the motherf**king debit card yeah
God Tiller I’m Reptar yeah
I want this car, that car yeah
Deaf, deaf to the bulls**t, ni**a I’m deaf
I made a lotta money when I started being true to myself
A ni**a couldn’t make me me I had to do it myself
So that’s why I hate when I ni**a tell me they could use my help, you don’t need me ni**a
Shout my ni**as in Louisville still
All I ever hear, Shoot, kill kill
Riding through the city, through the Ill Will
That struggle, I made it through that struggle
My vision tunnel, I want that cake, that funnel
(Chorus – WunTayk Timmy & Bryson Tiller)
Yeah, I just want the cake ni**a
yeah
That funnel cake ni**a
I just want the cake ni**a
That funnel cake ni**a
All The Way
I’m talking real cake ni**a, WunTayk
(Verse 2 – WunTayk Timmy)
Stayed down off top
And they all off topic
Can’t put me in no box
And I can’t f**k with no opps
About mine no option
I still can’t get no props
Ni**as want a photo op
I just want a four door drop
Wake up
Straight to the money as soon I wake
That’s what I do with my day
Don’t worry what I do with my cake
I’m feeling like bomaye
Been looking for a guide but I still got God
So I think I might do it my way
When I pull up I look like I race
The outside say what I do and the inside do what I say
This time you are not safe
I know that I seen you lurk
I ain’t begging for a damn thing man who gon need who first
Pull up and I skrt
Rap like Reynolds no Burt
I got that fire that lay off
We got that work in a lay off
Put in that work and it pay off
I know my worth when it pay off
Shots at a ni**a don’t pay off
Let them keep shooting they way off
I really can’t take no breaks
Young WunTayk gon take off
(Outro – WunTayk Timmy & Bryson Tiller)
Ayy, WunTayk, WunTayk, WunTayk
WunTayk, WunTayk, WunTayk
Stay down
Come up, stay up
Clique Clan
God Tiller
Socks, what up?
