[Intro]
Killer Instinct
Yeah, double homicide
Bitch
Oh, shit, I'm sorry
DJ EDub, settin’ the streets on fire, mixtape after mixtape

[Verse 1: Bryson Tiller]
Wow, I'm on my New York shit
My whip mean and it's clean like a newborn is
My crib clean, two Lamborghinis, two Porshes
Yeah, you had to see me in the two-doors lit
A baddie with me in the passeng’ too gorgeous
Music blastin', this rapper from New Orleans
Too relaxed, don't be slackin', do more shit
I'm too established, word to Gavy/Gavin, do more damage
Too bad it's, over for anyone of you who been lackin', flyest shit, me Aladdin
God send me Jasminе, my business is crackin' so
She gon’ get G-Wagon and tеnnis shoes matchin’
[?] fashion
Beginnin' still, tryna get revenge and I’m laughin', dissin' Tiller is madness
Dissin'/Listen Tiller really might get ’em embarrassed
Funny he got more in common with Tiffany Haddish
He don't be rappin', he just be crackin' silly jokes, cut these n***as with axe
Really though, it's just Twitter relax
I guarantee they still ask, "Where Serenity at?"
Be a lotta things, I ain't finna be whack (I ain't finna be whack, n***a)
[Chorus: Bryson Tiller]
I'm on my KY shit (Don't wait on that shit)
I'm on my KY shit (Yeah, yeah)
I'm on my KY shit
Too smooth, true, that's KY shit

[Verse 2: Julius Keith]
Woah, I elevated
Never stressed, no rest, couple of smacks, it's premeditated
Swanny send me the text, I connect in the West we waitin'
I promise that if we correct then it's to the death, that shit crazy, I got this
Reachin' silence, been keepin' quiet, I be seein' time and
Seek alliances, seat aside of a sleepin' giant
And [?] might seem defyin', been meanin' to get this shit out my mind, I just speak in private
Wait, you been wishin' me the worst, n***as dead wrong
Sage, you can feel it in the circle like a skintron
Better not test me, like a sneeze I'm ahead of a blessing
Got the keys, after these, I'm forever indebted
Still flooded, still star, still luck in testing
I'm still Odom, still bald like I'm Uncle Fester
Tickets down to [?], I might fill up the section
If it's not [?] I'm the one to mess with but
We can leave the story untold, no one will say shit
But I rap like I know I can save it
Like I know I'm the greatest my city's ever seen
Since Static or Katniss Everdeen, Tiller or Harlow
I'm dealin' with the sorrows, two million hit tomorrow
N***as goin' numb, it's some feelings we can borrow
Louis slugger, doin' numbers when I make my pitch
Who she lovin', who she wantin'? Then I take my pick
Who he was and he wasn't, n***as can't stop this
But when they play my shit, it's on some KY shit
[Chorus: Bryson Tiller]
I'm on my KY shit (Don't wait on that shit)
I'm on my KY shit (Yeah, yeah)
I'm on my KY shit, too smooth, true, that's KY shit
I'm really

[Outro: DJ EDub]
Fuck ass n***as
Acti like DJ EDub ain't got these motherfuckin' streets on lock
Can't you see? Ayy, got your goddamn attention, get familiar, suckas