F4U
Bryson Tiller Song Lyrics

Said I'm feenin' 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 are 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 my bros, but I need you to go put different clothes on (know what I'm sayin')

I don't know the difference between swizz and provolone

But I know the difference between my bitch and these hoes

She got a nigga cheatin'

Not for any reason other reason other than

She borderline comedian

Stay on her lane the way these bitches grab on her 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 with that bag? man, 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, then I ..., I swear

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

She ... all my truest to light

I cannot be sleazy, provin' 'em right

Nah, huh...

Better know I ain't comin' here to go back and forth with no stare-downs, baby

'cause— (said I'm feenin' for you)

Am I right to ... you like eight or nine

Different hairstyles, baby (said I'm feenin' for you)

Whether 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 (chill)

Hahah, nah, for real, you gotta chill (you look good in everything, what's goin' on?)

Chill out, you got all these bitches mad (fiendin' for)

But, I only got you, so it don't even matter for real

Believe that (for real, huh)