(Montage, you a fool, boy)
(Chris Ro$e gon’ be the reason we gon’ blow, boom)
Bustin’ out the head, boy (Hang it up)
Like I’m CB, I made her beg for it
Now she on my head for it
She pop it like, yeah, boy
She on top like, yeah, boy
A hunnid pack, a hunnid [?], yeah, boy
Tad broke, run them racks up, yeah, boy
Tried the booby and it’s packed out, yeah, boy
Killa got a nigga maxed out, yeah, boy
And he bound to make me black out, yeah, boy
I’ma cook whoever match now, Ralph know it
And the chef know it, boy, you best know it
Why they said that Tiller washed when he kept going(huh)
Man, these niggas need to stop with that noise (Shh, shh)
Spin a nigga block, make him paranoid (Skrrt, pow, pow)
She hit me with the WAP and she very coy
Know Leray, she look good when I overlay (Overlay)
Pretty smile, gold cap with the over face (With the over face, huh)
Just tell me where we going, ayy (Ayy, ayy)
Dick made her feel welcome, let her overstay (Ayy)
Ain’t no cappin’ bout this D and it ain’t lowercase
She be trapping, she a G, it’s like she own the place ’cause you going places (Uh)
All these bitches want see ’cause they so invasious
Fuck these niggas, man, it’s like these niggas born jaded
Like I’m Matt Damon, bitch, I’m going Bourne Jason
Niggas think they lookin’ down now it’s more adjacent
Slum Tiller got the crown, bitch, who gon’ take it?
All these drippin’ made ’em drown like it’s pourin’ rainin’
I’ma tip her ass in pounds and I got more weight
In a foreign place, girl, you done touring states
Take a French pic, fuck a portrait
Popping big shit on [?]
Don’t be timid, don’t be coy, don’t ignore fate (Uh)
Nah, fuck these bitches, you and money correlate
Money spread in my hand, know you see me, yeah
Spread it out [?]
Stand beneath me
I’ma be Superman, she believe me, yeah
Girl, do that old dance, dance, dance
Breaking Down the Vibe of “Coy”
Bryson Tiller’s “Coy” stands out as a testament to his effortless blend of bravado and vulnerability. The track is a celebration of confidence, both in romantic pursuits and personal ambition. Tiller’s lyricism weaves between playful seduction and asserting his dominance in the rap game, using clever wordplay and references to pop culture icons like Matt Damon and Jason Bourne. The recurring motif of not being “coy”—or shy—serves as a call to embrace opportunity boldly, whether it’s love, success, or self-expression.
Empowerment and Self-Assurance
The song’s infectious energy is amplified by its rhythmic flows and catchy ad-libs. Tiller addresses critics who doubt his staying power, reaffirming his place at the top with lines about resilience and hustle. The interplay between flirtatious bravado and reflections on loyalty and ambition gives “Coy” its dynamic character, making it a standout anthem for those who refuse to let negativity dim their shine.
Song Credits
- Artist: Bryson Tiller
- Release Year: 2024