bryson tiller - diamond tester lyrics
[intro: a$ap rocky]
the f+ck is this bryson tiller n+gga?
i’m the n+gga with the b+tches
i’m tired of y’all b+tches talking ’bout this n+gga
i’m the n+gga with the b+tches
[verse]
f+ck these n+ggas talking ’bout? i’m the one they talk about
don’t mention the comments, i know tyrones like to talk a lot
don’t mention osirus, i’m established, they inspirin’
me, i’m tired of n+ggas
see you nervous, i’ma fry these n+ggas, realign these n+ggas
i’m distinguished like my diamonds
ht, i’m hittin’ diamond, and i see ’em with their diamond testers
seen ’em pressed, i’m on my diamond records
they seem pressed ’cause i’m applyin’ pressure
they think i’m pressed ’cause i ain’t flyin’ jets, yet
peep what i’m climbin’ next
peak at my highest yet
please, nevermind a vest or treat me like i’m not a threat
and don’t embrace me when they see me pay up my respect
this sh+t don’t make no sense to me either
me as leader, that’s who i elect
now shift your demeanor, my n+gga, i expect king dialect when you see me
or cut the check then maybe i could [?] a simple procedure
thinkin’ sh+t is sweet, they see me singin’ christmas with bieber
tryna dial set like i’m from a different [?]
okay, they not impressed, i just extended my visa
when i got this sh+t from hitter, caught up five men
need a fire truck to get these p+ssies when you find ’em stuck
need to rack it up to get to me ’cause i’m the highest up
leavin’ that to me but him
when it’s time to [?] just to tell you when his time is up
like incel, i can’t find a f+ck, i pen tale on ’em
charlie heat the stove and i cook up, i promise we got more inside this pot of luck
i brought it up but f+ck the beef, i leave it out the mix, it’s dryin’ up
swaney hated when i give a opp a seat beside us
that’s just how i’m rockin’ n+ggas, [?]
write and caught imposter syndrome, they knockin’ me
tryna abolish me, and send me home
tryna box me in, deprive of the gems and the thongs
outshine a n+gga like i’m timbs on a song
out loud to my nemeses, i’m alone
ain’t dishin’ stones on blue, my mood like my genesis blown
keep it cool, no need to diss, this sh+t is written in stone
tiller
[outro]
it’s that bta sh+t, know how we rockin’, voltron in this b+tch
keep it cool, n+gga
keep it cool, leave this sh+t to me to prove n+ggas wrong
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