Letra F4u Bryson Tiller

F4u

Said I'm fiendin' 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 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, **** in here doin' pick and rolls
I know I said I was out with the bros, but I need you to go put different clothes on (I'm outside)
I don't know the difference between Swiss and provolone
But I know the difference between my bitch and these hoes
Got a nigga cheesin'
Not for any reason other reason other than
She borderline comedian
Stay on her lane while these bitches drive on the 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 want a Batman, 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, they not half of what she is, 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
Twist to the center, my truest delight
I cannot be sleazy, provin' 'em right
Nah, huh
Better know I ain't come in here to go back and forth with no stare-downs, baby
'Cause— (Said I'm fiendin' for you)
And my roster just, you like eight or nine
Different hairstyles, baby (Said I'm fiendin' for you)
Well, if 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 (Said I'm fiendin' for you)
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 (I'm fiendin' for you)
But I only see you, so I don't even matter for real
Believe that (For real, huh)