Ay, fuck that, fuck that Metro in this bitch going crazy Yeah
Comin' out the Jonesboro, south (Ay) Nigga havin' golds all through they mouth Life time goals (Woo), rented through the roof (Wha'?) Pullin' out the Ghost (Grah), make a nigga poof (Grah) Niggas talkin' shit but what is it to do? I knew his big homie, nigga, and I got the proof My spot is a army base and I got the proof Send my bitch on vacay, put her in the coupe
Change the channel, I don't wanna see none these pussy niggas (Nah) I've been fucking niggas' bitches and gettin' plenty figures On the road to riches, ain't got the realest with us Slaughter gang wit' me, nigga, knives, it's not a scissors Street nigga with a bunch of lives like a tiger (Yea') Y'all niggas just a bunch of dykes fucking niggas (Pff) Nigga told and he was my homie, I can't miss him Ain't nobody feel him Tell me what you seen, what you saw I done ran it up, I'm guessin' which broad I'ma take 'em home tonight I'm tryna see if I can take it home tonight Seen a jawn gettin' shot at the light (Yeah-yeah) They got to arguin' over new crack pipe (Yeah-yeah-yeah) I caught a seen just my pants ain't tight enough None of my bitches tell me I'm not man enough What the fuck wrong with these broke ass niggas? Yeah I told 'em tear it down I'ma take you pocket watchin' don't look at my pants now My diamonds louder than a fucking ambulance now Asked a bitch from the south line stand down Runnin' through the projects, duckin' all the frauds, yeah Got a nine in my pocket and not in my draws (Woa-woa-woa) Take off like a rocket with thirteen broads Send a attic, put the racks in the walls No need to talk to me, I'm big dawg (Yeah) I roll the windows up (Yeah) and now they knowin' us I'm no beginner, yuh, I got my stain up I told her, "Giddy up" We ran the train on her
Comin' out the Jonesboro, south (Ay) Nigga havin' golds all through they mouth Life time goals (Woo), rented through the roof (Wha'?) Pullin' out the Ghost (Grah), make a nigga poof (Grah) Niggas talkin' shit but what is it to do? I knew his big homie, nigga, and I got the proof My spot is a army base and I got the proof Send my bitch on vacay, put her in the coupe
If young Metro don't trust you, I'm gon' shoot you MetroTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
