Lyrics Bryson Tiller

Bryson Tiller

Get Mine

(Godzilla's still alive!)

God!

Damn a lot of niggas done changed on me

(Damn they done changed on me)

Fuck if I care, I got Jackson, Grant and Ben Frank on me

I don't know why niggas hate on me

I gotta move differently, I got a case on me

I got 'em hirin' private investigators on me

Sittin' right outside the crib tryna stake on me

Hol' up, wait on it

Mmmmm that's a Porsche Cayman

Hol' up watch me pull it out the horse stable

I remember when we couldn't afford cable

That's when I knew I had to put in more labor

Niggas tryna take me out my vibe, dawg

God Tiller, God Tiller, I'm alive, dawg

Still I'm on my way to the top, dawg

Shout out Punch, Isaiah Rashad, and K. Dot, dawg

Shit we doin' not regular

Like Hendrix say, we don't do regular

I'm a beast, I'm a predator

I kill, I murk, I slay, et cetera, et cetera

I'll cop any gun and kill for my daughter

I'll go Rambo for real for my daughter

2015 I made two mil' for my daughter

Now these pussy ass niggas tryna steal from my daughter

What the fuck?

Post Trap Soul gettin' back to it

No, nigga, this ain't no trap music

Soul, rhythm, blues with a slap to it

Watch how young Pen Griffey put his bat to it

What is niggas on? Man they trippin'

They want me to put 'em on, that's my mission

Niggas in a rush, niggas don't listen

I'm still tryna get mine, that's it and done

You was tryna get it, weren't ya?

You was tryna run it through the ceilin', weren't ya?

Blue hundreds in your pocket, lean in your kidney

Whenever I'm your master ain't no fuckin' limits

All the foreigns came new, ain't no fuckin' limit (skrrrt)

Play with me, I'll have a massacre in every city

I might drive to DC and fuck with Meek Milly (Meek)

Take a nigga order, I want a chicken Philly (Chicken Philly)

Take a nigga bitch, I wanna fuck her titty (fuck that bitch)

Speakin' too fast, that's that past tense (sorry, bae)

My bitch jewelry wet, cost a Patek

She so annoyin', keep askin' for some napkins, (woo!)

Wipe them bitches up, put 'em in a cup

Shake it then taste it, that's it

Ayy, we got plenty bucks, order what you want (order that)

I'm a cash cow, I'm just cashin' (woo!)

I think they put a camera in my pool

But it's on the inside, goddamn, 12 nasty (they did)

I used to be like Jay Z and ride factories

'Til I found out that you gotta put on Davis (shoes)

They scopin' out my house from a cabin (woo!)

I pissed out the window and start laughin' (ha!)

The inside of my spot carry water (ha!)

They should change the street name to cactus (damn!)

I'm the same Thugger that'll order ten rooms in your town

And don't sleep in none them bitches, uh

We just fuckin' thots and gettin' freaky all in them bitches, ahh

Niggas so mad that they can't leak none of these pictures, ahh

She so bad sometimes I want her features, uh (woo!)

All the shit you do old like beepers, uh (woo, woo)

All the shit you do old, I see you (I see you)

Even all these Crips don't wanna be you (wanna be you, be you, be you)

Oh yeah

Still tryna get mine

Still tryna get mine

I'm still tryna get mine

Still tryna get mine

I'm still tryna get mine

They schemin' on me

They still tryna get mine

Oh they still tryna get mine, oh

(Ayy, ayy, yeah)

Yeah, oh no

(Yeah, still tryna get mine

Said they still tryna get mine, yeah)