F4U

Bryson Tiller

Compositor: Bryson Tiller / Charlie Heat / Roger Troutman / Terry “Zapp” Troutman / DeVante Swing

Said I'm fiendin' for you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you
(He's heatin' up)

Yeah, you know, they say it's always gon' be a badder bitch
But some reason, that don't apply to you
I can't even lie to you
These bitches bad, but just not as fine as you
They lookin' at me like: How come I'm not outside with you?
They lookin' at me like: Who gon' make this nigga fold?
Walkin' all in my line of sight, tryna find out who I'ma like
Let me show it to you
Let me hit her phone, baby, 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, got a nigga cheesin'
Not for any reason other reason other than
She borderline comedian
Stay on her lane while these bitches drive on the median
Damn, like it's 2012, I'm swervin' 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 Selina
Done want a Batman, you happy to see it
Just give me that cat and I'm happy to eat it
I'm mad at you teasin' me
These bitches, they lack what I'm needin'
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 he in the middle and move to the right
Twist to the center, my truest delight
I cannot be sleazy, provin' 'em right, nah, huh
Better know I ain't come in here to go back and forth with no stare-downs, baby
'Cause— (Said I'm fiendin' for you)
And my roster just, you like eight or nine different hairstyles, baby (Said I'm fiendin' for you)
Well, if 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 (Said I'm fiendin' for you)
Chill

Nah, for real, you gotta chill
(Know you look good in everything you put on)
Chill out, you got all these bitches mad (I'm fiendin' for you)
But I only see you, so I don't even matter for real
(I don't see these hoes, I see you)
Believe that (For real, huh)