Bryson Tiller - Nowhere To Run lyrics

[Intro: Ryan Trey] Look down on it Look down on it Baby, ayy Yeah, ayy Yeah, yeah, ayy Yeah, yeah Ayy [Chorus: Ryan Trey & Bryson Tiller] Look down on it Everything good, and you know that I want to Swoop down on you (Yeah) Yeah, I see something in you lil' mama Ice drink pouring (Yeah) Never stay around for a ni**a that often I'm just tryna talk with you (Yeah) Something seems wrong with you Girl, I know you really wanna come down, baby, yeah There's nowhere for you to run now, baby, yeah Ayy-yeah I know you want a real one, baby, yeah Is that right? 'Cause, girl, you look like And 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 (Oh) All your friends are leavin' [Verse 1: Bryson Tiller] 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 coop fly, ooh ma' They don't make 'em like you, I do Get me fitted for a suit top, whoosah Do not, don't listen to that hoorah, who's hot, who's not, that's weak I saw you, and told my ni**as, "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 [Chorus: Ryan Trey, Bryson Tiller, & Both] Look down on it (Ayy, ayy) Everything good, and you know that I want to Swoop down on you (Yeah) Something seems wrong with you Girl, I know you really wanna come down, baby, yeah There's nowhere for you to run now, baby, yeah Ayy-yeah I know you want a real one, baby, yeah Is that right? 'Cause, girl, you look like 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 [Verse 2: Ryan Trey] Ayy Who gon' cover the bill? I guess I deliver man All these drinks we done spilled I keep the bottle on chill Say that you new to this, I'm not you, baby Tell them other ni**as I rock too crazy Ass made a ni**a do six one-eighties 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 in the whip I spend like double ya ni**as rent I get two shots of whatever, since all the Hennys out Pencil 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 try to spell it out Balcony at Liv, I saw you headed for the exit And that sh*t gon' leave me restless if I never make this move and try to (Swoop down) [Outro: Ryan Trey] Look down, yeah (Swoop down) You gotta look, baby Look down (Swoop down) Look down (Swoop down) Look down You gotta swoop down Swoop down Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah