[Intro: Bryson Tiller]
This is,
This is not a mothafuckin' game, why you playin', boy?
I'm just sayin', boy!
Yeah!
[Chorus: Bryson Tiller]
Rambo, they beggin' for mercy, like the Lambo,
No, they told me kill ‘em all, goddamn, though!
I know they want to see me fall, look where I am, though.
On two feet, that's where I stand, though,
I'm a true fuckin' killer, like Rambo,
No ammo, they see me on the Sanyo,
Nigga, I just kill 'em because I can, though.
[The Weeknd:]
I just signed a deal so big that it's a secret,
Victoria's Secret Angels dancin' 'round me for a reason,
Spread your wings for me like I'm Freddie Mercury,
But, baby, you should call me king, you know that it's my season.
I'm out to re-up, made another killin' in Reno,
I couldn't leave her until I paid a visit to P.O.,
Too much tequila, I had too much tequila,
They cuffed me like I was single, fuck it, I'm back to Henny.
Thank the lord, didn't kill me in the elevator,
Wasn't my time, saved my soul, save it for later,
Cheat death that day, never played fair,
Roll stress all day, blow it in the air.
Had to kill the pop game so they know what's up,
Now I'm poppin' back swift, had to shake it off,
Sobriety is an enemy, I'm sorry, momma,
Society now acceptin' me, pray for the young ones.
I'm from the Scar town, city no love,
From the town where a nigga never ever blow up.
Now they love me ‘cause I shine, shawty,
If you ain't fuckin', then it's time, shawty,
I see the truth inside your eyes, shawty,
If you don't love me, then you lied to me,
If you don't love me, then you lied to me,
Swallow all your pride for me,
Or you can swallow all the time for me,
Now you can tell me how that taste, girl,
Gene Simmons tongue but I ain't down for the kissin',
My nigga got a scope, and I ain't talkin' 'bout the rinsin',
My nigga's hittin' notes and I ain't talkin' ‘bout the singin',
I'm breakin' billboard in my city, got me thinkin'
I'm a mothafuckin' villain in my town.
Heath Ledger, 'bout to O.D.,
Married to the game, I ain't never gettin' cold feet,
Killin' all these lames, lot of mothafuckas owe me,
I just stay quiet, I just let the money climb high.
[Chorus: Bryson Tiller]
Rambo, they beggin' for mercy, like the Lambo,
No, they told me kill ‘em all, goddamn, though!
I know they want to see me fall, look where I am, though.
On two feet, that's where I stand, though,
I'm a true fuckin' killer, like Rambo,
No ammo, they see me on the Sanyo,
Nigga, I just kill 'em because I can, though.
[Outro: Bryson Tiller]
This is not, this is not,
This is not, this is not a mothafuck…
A mothafuckin' game, mothafucka, this is not,
This is not a mothafuckin' game, why you playin', boy?
I'm just sayin', boy!
Yeah!