Ryan Trey and Bryson Tiller - Nowhere To Run

Look down on it
Look down on it, baby, ayy
Yeah, ayy
Yeah, yeah, ayy
Yeah yeah, ayy

Look down on it
Everything good and you know that I want it
Swoop down on you (yeah)
Yeah, I see somethin' in you lil' mama
Ice drank pourin' (yeah)
Never stay around for a nigga that often
I'm just tryna talk with you (yeah)
Somethin' seems wrong with you, girl

I know you really wanna come down, baby yeah
Uh, there is nowhere for you to run now, baby yeah
Ayy yeah
Know you want a real one, baby yeah
Is that right
It's very late night
Girl, you know I'm waitin' on you late night
Late night
All your friends are leavin' by midnight
Henny ain't the only thing that feel right
You say you married, that ain't what it look like
Look like (ohh)

All your friends are leavin'

Swoop down on it, swoop down on it
Birthday suit, that's your new style on it
Birthday coupe that's a new 500
You're too fly for me
Too fly, honey
You're coupe fly, ooh ma'
They don't make 'em like you, I do
Get me fitted for a suit top, woosah
Do not, don't listen to that
Hoorah, who's hot, who's not, that's weak
I saw you and told my niggas wait that's me (me)
Saw you and they say you embracin' your physique
Sorry, but I can't help but think it was for me
She naughty, we left the party
I had to

Look down on it
Everything good and you know that I want it
Swoop down on you (yeah)
Somethin' seems wrong with you
Girl, I know you really wanna come down, baby yeah
Uh, there is nowhere for you to run now, baby yeah
Ayy yeah
Know you want a real one, baby yeah
Is that right?
It's very late night
And you know I'm waitin' on you late night
Late night
All you friends are leavin' by midnight
Henny ain't the only thing that feel right
You say you married that ain't what it look like

Ayy, who gon' cover the bill?
I guess I deliver man
All these drinks done spilled
I keep the bottle on chill
Say that you new to this, I'm not you, baby
Tell them other niggas I rap too crazy
Ass made a nigga do six 180's
Put your Louis purse in the back of the white Mercedes, yeah
It's going off in here
Black Audi to match the Audemars
I'm here with all my peers, I drip
Dolce 'til I disappear
No whip, I spend
I double ya niggas rent
I get to shots of whatever, since all the Hennys out
Pistol dressed ass too big for me to sketch it out
Why do y'all girls buy clothes if y'all gon' stretch them out
Too loud in my section, they tryna spell it out
Balcony I live, I saw you headed for the exit
And that shit gon' leave my restless if I never make this move and tryna (swoop down)

Look down, yeah (swoop down), you gotta look, ayy
Look down (swoop down)
Girl you gotta look down (swoop down)
Look down, yeah, you gotta swoop down
Swoop down
Ayy, yeah yeah, yeah

Written by:
Anderson Hernandez, Bryson Tiller, Jahaan Sweet, Leigh Elliott, Marcus James, Matthew Samuels, Ryan Trey, Sean Momberger

Publisher:
Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, O/B/O DistroKid, Bluewater Music Corp., Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.

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