[Intro]
(Chenzo's right here)

[Chorus]
Uh, down in Indi' with them killers (Bow, bow)
Said his life a movie, so we turned him to a Triller
And my choppa sing out, "Don't," like his name was Bryson Tiller
Know my bitch, she gotta be natural, 'cause I don't fuck with fillers (Don't fuck with fillers)

[Verse 1]
Feel like I'm a butcher the way I hop out of that cut (Bow, bow)
He thought he was getting pussy 'til we stuck him up (We stuck him up)
I know brothers who ride 'round with them sticks and them Benz trucks
If he's talking then there's only one way we can shut him up
I might put that ho in Prada but she not my boo-bitch, nada
That boy acting like a toddler, we keep sticks like Harry Pottеr
Barrel hot like it's a sauna, got that green like marijuana
I just got back from Tijuana, talk 'bout mе, we shoot your partner
Talk down at your own risk
I might steal your own bitch
Don't care about no damn diss
Midwxst, know he can't miss
Know he won't get no tips
Take stage, know we closed in
Calling shots like politics
Can't get hoes off my dick
[Chorus]
Uh, down in Indi' with them killers (Bow, bow)
Said his life a movie, so we turned him to a Triller
And my choppa sing out, "Don't," like his name was Bryson Tiller
Know my bitch, she gotta be natural, 'cause I don't fuck with fillers (Don't fuck with fillers)

[Verse 2]
And she gotta know she bad, if she don't, I'll tell her the truth
Already know I'm putting them diamonds, put that grill up on my tooth
He just making up his own damn stories like he's Dr. Seuss
And I'm back in action, on the road, you know I got the routes
Crowd, they singing (Woah), shoes, I'm slaying (Woah)
I ain't playing (Woah), I can't complain (Woah)
Crowd, they singing (Woah), shoes, I'm slaying (Woah)
I ain't playing (Woah), I can't complain (Woah)
I won't do no verse unless I get that good percentage
I've been getting blue, lil' n***a, like my name Bill Clinton
You don't put no work in, then you not hard, know you not efficient
If you not gon' play my fucking music then I won't fucking listen (Won't fuckin' listen)

[Chorus]
Uh, down in Indi' with them killers (Bow, bow)
Said his life a movie, so we turned him to a Triller
And my choppa sing out, "Don't," like his name was Bryson Tiller
Know my bitch, she gotta be natural, 'cause I don't fuck with fillers (Don't fuck with fillers)
Uh, down in Indi' with them killers (Bow, bow)
Said his life a movie, so we turned him to a Triller
And my choppa sing out, "Don't," like his name was Bryson Tiller
Know my bitch, she gotta be natural, 'cause I don't fuck with fillers (Don't fuck with fillers)