Mastermind lyrics

[Intro: Bryson Tiller]
I'm a motherf*cking legend
Ya, my name is Bryson Tiller
Genius, it doesn't take a genius
Pun intended
Ya

[Verse 1: Bryson Tiller & DJ E Dubb]
I be fly, autopilot
Ain't talking dollars, I don't wanna talk about it (Shut up)
Haters man, get under their skin
Spittin' at the chain, everybody look f*cking, they in
Your b*tch is bad as f*ck, I put it in my planner
f*ck it, she won't see another hit, like MC Hammer
I told her grab her sh*t and go
She told me that she didn't know
Remind you that I'm a rude, rude, boy, I've got no money
(DJ E Dubb)
Ballin' is my hobby, n*gga no testing
God, your hoe is looking like my living room sectioning
I'll piledrive the pus*y, like I'm wrestling
She swallow my cuc*mber, man, them booties love they Benjamins
She so flay, you need me construction
Swagger off the planet, the whole mall just got a debit
Haters tryna try me, I gut thumbnails on my buttons
Don't be stunting with me, I ain't with that f*ck sh*t, n*gga hush it
[Chorus: Bryson Tiller]
Why is everybody hating on me?
I don't give a f*ck about them, doubt em
And all these haters gon' see
Everyone that see me, I'm a motherf*cking mastermind
I've been making cream, while they suck and f*ck it, shredder style
Everybody thinking they the sh*t
All these mediocre n*ggas, I think they should quit
Man, hop in the backseat, they know that's a safety style
Tryna tell me something's up, I'm a motherf*cking mastermind

[Verse 2: Bryson Tiller & DJ E Dubb]
Man f*ck it, I'm a hater
Cuz I hate that sh*t that b*tch n*ggas do
That's for the bullsh*t, tell me why the f*ck I'd listen dude
Ya, my Vans on but they looking like they sneakers
Wondering where I got this sh*t, I swear I'm Jeepers Creepers
They're like B Tillers, please tell us
Where to get, some fly ass kicks
This nice ass hoss, I like it soft
Why you worried about my swag for
You can have your girlfriend back, I don't even like that whore
Rhyme her view, I f*ck her good, then send her right backdoor
n*ggas know the deal, we have an understanding
Sit the f*ck down and watch me take over this rap sh*t
Shut up with that whack sh*t
You sent out your Facebook
Smack that n*gga with a rack of dummies, I just face booked
Hold up, all us to the side
When my team is in the picture, you know that it's a wrap
Play my sh*t back, man, you're sh*t is weak n*gga
All you old heads gon' get the city back
If you don't give it back, then we don't take that sh*t
[Chorus: Bryson Tiller]
Why is everybody hating on me?
I don't give a f*ck about them, doubt em
And all these haters gon' see
Everyone that see me, I'm a motherf*cking mastermind
I've been making cream, while they suck and f*ck it, shredder style
Everybody thinking that sh*t
All these mediocre n*ggas, I think they should quit
Man, hop in the backseat, they know that's a safety style
Tryna tell me something's up, I'm a motherf*cking mastermind

[Outro: Bryson Tiller]
pus*y ass n*gga but my living so serious
They know my name man
They ask me how I'm doing and they still remain kissing
Maybe I don't, I'll introduce my self again
Players rising too
f*ck you n*ggas man
f*cking hating ass n*ggas
I'm tired of y'all n*ggas sh*t , dawg
Write some motherf*cking tunes
f*ck you n*ggas man
Few months, f*cking everybody