Birmingham (rubbin Off The Paint Freestyle) Lyrics - Bryson Tiller

"Birmingham" 

Oh, you said, we wasn't gon' pop off? 

That's what I thought you said 

Now, let me offer this as a rebuttal 

Ooh, ooh 

Gang, gang, gang 

Fuck what y'all was talkin' 'bout 

Gang, gang, gang 

This how we used to do, you know what I'm sayin? 

Drop the shit, fuck it 

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Ever since I got to Europe, I've been planning to see 

20 million once again, this time, I'm playing for keeps 

I went double on my first, fuck you saying to me? 

I'll quit talking shit when these niggas quit playing with me 

God damn Birmingham, I got them bands on me 

He see 9, 000 when he put the scan on me 

Now, he seen 20, 000 apple, put the scan on me 

You-you get knocked off, get your dapper dan from me 

O-okay, I got the sauce, go heat up the pan for me 

You fast food r&b, yeah, that's too bland for me 

Aye, she a freak, oh, she gon' do that with two hands for me 

She never fucked a rapper, she gon' take a chance for me 

I go beastmode nigga, God Tiller, know that's me hoe 

He ain't no threat to me, I turn him to a mink coat 

You ain't safe, it's a breach hoe 

Get down on your knees, ya'll gon' make me trigger squeeze 

Gah damn, hold on, hold on, hold on 

(Ya'll gon' make me trigger squeeze) 

Like metaphorically tho, not actually busting gats and shit 

Fuck it, hold on, we ain't done, let me rap 

Before you drop another track, I'm gon need my swag back 

Couple niggas been my sons, fuck a dad hat 

I ran up on my stats, you gon have to match that 

Before you talk anymore trash, not behind my back 

Buddy, say it to my face, shawty told me everything 

Don't you love when niggas hate on the shit they can't make 

I got a lot to say, I should drop a mixtape 

Fuck it, that shit is on the way 

Let's go! 

Gang, gang, gang 

God Tiller! 

Back on my shit, you know what I'm saying, just having fun