Future - We Don't Trust You Lyrics (2024)

Fake written all over you
Hate written all over you
Hate written all over
Fake written all over you
Hate written all over you
Fake written all over you
Hate written all over you
Smiling faces
Sometimes pretend to be your friend
Smiling faces show no traces
Of the evil that lurks within (can you dig it?)
Fake written all over you
Hater written all over you
Fake written all over you, yeah

I been in the cold, couldn't feel my toes, but I still stuck to the code
Money won't fold, pockets won't hold enough
Takin' my pole in there, F&N in there
Take me anywhere, I'm takin' over the trap
I see the real clear, Woodgrain Cartier
Poppin' a real pill, higher than Beverly Hills
I got too much spill, I give a bitch chills
Took out a small bill, make all the hoes strip
You need a weed feel, I get it vacuum sealed
Came from the Eastside, shooters on detail
Go purchase a new Chanel, I need a refill
Strikers in Trackhawks, ridin' the V12
I peep the mood, dog, I peeped the intel
Get to trippin', all you gon' see is shells

If Young Metro don't trust you, I'm gon' shoot you
We don't trust you nigg*s, we don't
(I don't trust no motherf*ckin' body)
We don't trust you nigg*s, we don't
We don't trust you
We don't trust you nigg*s, we don't
We don't trust you nigg*s, we don't (smiling faces)
We don't trust you nigg*s, we don't (show no traces)
(Of the evil that lurks within)
We don't trust you

You a nigg* number one fan, dog
Sneak dissin', I don't understand, dog
Pillowtalkin', actin' like a fed, dog
I don't need another fake friend, dog
Can't be 'bout a ho, 'cause we sharin', dog
In your feelings, nigg*, why you payin', dog?
Give her backshots, while she layin' down
Keep the Glock co*cked, I don't trust hoes
Top shotta, goin' for the gusto
Like a real dog, gotta mutt hoes
Get the lo', you a John Doe
Bubble Eye Benz on a ho
Rappin' so pretend, you a ho
Nine-figure nigg*, tag a nigg* toe
Ain't no tappin' in, better blow
Charter poppin' pills, but he blessed
Flex a couple M's on my chest
Ain't no sabotagin', lil' finesse
We was in the field, placin' bets
Still gettin' chills in my flesh
Takin' karma, turn it to success
Thoroughbred in Pluto, nothin' less
Twenty drivers parked at the jet
Whip the Phantom to the projects
Death before dishonor, no confess
(Death before dishonor, no confess)

We don't trust you nigg*s, we don't (smiling faces)
We don't trust you nigg*, we don't (pretend to be your friend)
We don't trust you

We don't trust you, no, no, no
We don't trust you, no, no, no, no, no, no
We don't trust you, no, no, no
We don't trust you, no, no, no, no, no, no
We don't trust you, no, no, no
(Trust is a motherf*cker)
If Young Metro don't trust you, I'm gon' shoot you
If Young Metro don't trust you, I'm-
If Young Metro don't trust, I'm gon' shoot you
Hate written all over you
Fake written all over you
Hater written all over you
Fake written all over you, yeah
(Trust is a motherf*cker)

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Yeah, yeah
Young Metro, Young Metro, Young Metro
Yeah, yeah
Young Metro, Young Metro, Young Metro
Yeah (yeah), yeah (yeah), yeah (yeah), yeah (yeah)
Yeah (yeah), yeah (yeah, yeah)
Okay, okay, okay

Evel Knievel
Pluto tote his heaters, "Leave nigg* in the freezer"
I'm big as a Beatle (okay, okay)
F*ck on a diva, I'm hot than a fever (woo)
Put dope in one liters, more stripes than Adidas (okay, okay)
I got these regular hoes, I got superstar hoes takin' pictures of me like the feds
Check out my video, lil' bitty silly ho
Got me with a mill' in jewelry, in the bed (okay, okay)

Grip the forty, while I'm sleep, in my hand (drink it up)
Drink the dope and I get cool as a fan (drink it up)
Turbo motor hot, I'm scorchin' in France (skrrt-skrrt)
Bitch, you bogus if you don't bring a friend (bitch, you bogus)
Came from nothin', you can't feel what I'm sayin' (came up)
Hundred shots, I gotta stick to the plan (one hundred)
Sloppy-toppy gotta get it again
Shorty boppin', she just pushin' the brand
Solo, but the hitters pullin' up on demand
Chauffeured in the Phantom, I get standards when I land
I ain't never sober, I got pills and I'm sharin'
Cop a new hammer with the cooler, it don't jam
Took the show on the road gettin' bands on bands
On the high, on the low, I'm the man, I'm the man (man)
Strikin' off, strikin' off, Porsche Cayenne (strike out)
Live it up, ran it up, got it expand

I been drownin'
I been tryin'
I been low
All alone (oh, oh, oh)
Say you want me (oh, oh, oh)
Freebandz
I been drownin'

Yeah, yeah (I been drownin')
Young Metro, Young Metro, Young Metro (I been drownin')
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah

Got the hood in the choke and that's my bitch
I'm a mogul, that make her a boss bitch (oh, woah)
I'ma float on this sh*t like the coast clear
I put dope on my block, make the dope flip (oh, woah)
I got work on me, nigg*, I got dog sh*t
Get you hit in yo' sh*t, it won't cost sh*t
Take a load and run through it in one minute
When that mud in my system, I function
Took a freestyle and turned it to cash
I get flyer than you, this not a caption
When I got in this sh*t, I got hot in this sh*t
I came through in a coupe, I was smashin' (oh, woah)
I was good in the hood servin' 'Phetamine
Gettin' a billion to see what's ahead of me (oh, woah)
My real day ones, they ready catch felonies
Goin' Richard Mille for the whole team
Tote a stick and throw dice at the curb
Ho, go f*ck on a nigg* I birthed
If she lose, that's a choice and a curse
You lil' nigg*s, I take you to church (oh, woah)

Yeah, yeah
Young Metro, Young Metro, Young Metro (oh, woah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Okay, okay (oh, woah)
No, no
Lord, no
Okay, okay (Lord, have mercy)
Okay, okay (Jesus)

Evel Knievel
Pluto tote his heaters, "Leave nigg* in the freezer"
I'm big as a Beatle (okay, okay, Jesus)
F*ck on a diva, I'm hot than a fever (woo)
Put dope in one liters, more stripes than Adidas (okay, okay, Jesus)
I got these regular hoes, I got superstar hoes takin' pictures of me like the feds
Check out my video, lil' bitty silly ho
Got me with a mill' in jewelry, in the bed (okay)

I need you
Okay, okay
Okay, okay

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Can't put too much on, might catch a ice attack
Fortieth anniversary, flooded VVS
Trappin' it out the foreign, I might crash and wreck
I'm buyin' out the department, goin' to galaxy
I'm prayin' to find a plug to bring me Actavis
Bought a crib in every city, I forget my address
I been hustlin' since a kid, I was just a adolescent
I done ran up a Richard Millie, I can't stop finessin'
Gotta practice what I preach, I'm buyin' my bitch baguettes
I got money, but ain't got time, these hoes gettin' too obsessed
Went shoppin' out in Europe, shut down Javier
Laced in Balenci' and got Marni on my body gear
Look on Google, I been gettin' way richer every year
Play with Scooter and I'ma send a nigg* outta here

You mean, you don't trust the police?
In my business, you don't trust anybody

Metro Boomin, he a millionaire, f*ck it, take it back
Metro Boomin havin' cheese now, these nigg*s nothin' but rats
I been drankin' Codeine, steady rockin' these baguettes
I can feel this money, power, got these nigg*s so upset
I can't worry about the flaw sh*t, these flawless on my neck
Went banoodles on a dog-ass ho, that's all
Go paradin' whenever, I just spazz out, uh
Dripped in Louis V bandana, I got my rag out, uh

Bitch was so damn excited, she just lost count, uh
I got checks like Nike, get nigg* checked out, uh
Gotta make 'em pay for every year, they never paid up
Gucci'd down in the trap with the K up, uh
She was drippin', I went bare, I hit it geeked up
Turtleneck on my neck, a lot of Cubans on

Metro Boomin, he a millionaire, f*ck it, take it back
Metro Boomin havin' cheese now, these nigg*s nothin' but rats
I been drankin' Codeine, steady rockin' these baguettes
I can feel this money, power, got these nigg*s so upset
I can't worry about the flaw sh*t, these flawless on my neck
Went banoodles on the dog-ass ho, that's all
Go paradin' whenever, I just spazz out, uh
Dripped in Louis V bandana, I got my rag out, uh

Money, murder, money, sex, that's a murder zone
Young nigg*, goin' crazy, gettin' they murder on
Bitch gon' f*ck me in the trap, that's the type of bitch I like
If you f*ck me at the spot, then you know you f*cked a crook
I'm a rich nigg*, dog, all iced out
You can see the stones lit up when the lights out
I didn't want her, I just wanna know what the hype 'bout
I be turnin' up, these bitches gettin' piped down

Metro Boomin, he a millionaire, f*ck it, take it back
Metro Boomin havin' cheese now, these nigg*s nothin' but rats
I been drankin' Codeine, steady rockin' these baguettes
I can feel this money, power, got these nigg*s so upset
I can't worry about the flaw sh*t, these flawless on my neck
Went banoodles on a dog-ass ho, that's all
Go paradin' whenever, I just spazz out, uh
Dripped in Louis V bandana, I got my rag out, uh

I'm tired, know what I mean?
It's time to just let it out
Lot of, lot of corny ass nigg*s, man
Lot of corny rappers, man, I'm just like, "Yo, man"
I could, I could name a list of a hundred corny ass rappers, yo
Right now

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Yeah, yeah
Pluto

I don't hang with rats, that's some new type sh*t
Get a nigg* whacked on the news type sh*t
Sip and drankin' Actavis on some Screw type sh*t
Just a sad ho runnin' through the crew type sh*t
I got a bad bitch at home, voodoo type sh*t
Take down Meg Thee Stallion's by the group type sh*t

That's some thick sh*t, I just thought you knew type sh*t
I just tricked off, I don't just usually do this type of sh*t
Pockets racked up, all blue type sh*t
Bunch of rich nigg*s, hoes get confused type sh*t
Atlanta nigg*, I live like Ted Turner type sh*t
On camera, knockin' jaws loose type sh*t
I canceled her, kick her out the stu' type sh*t
A silent hitter, I just keep it cool with you bitches
A solid nigg*, countin' dog food type sh*t
Movin' through the city with your boo type sh*t
She's ready to suck it up like soup type sh*t
You goin' against the guys and you gon' lose type sh*t
Pray to God they knock you out your shoes type sh*t (type sh*t)

Pop it, pop it, right up out the blue, type sh*t
Put the Double O in a mood
Serotonin, that's a cool type mix
Oxycontin, mix it with balloons (alright)
East Atlanta feelin' like a zoo type mix (open up)
Shawty, shawty strippin', takin' shrooms
Eatin' all the Percs, on some food type sh*t (open up)
Shawty make it work, 9-to-5 type sh*t (open up)
Eatin' all the Perkies, on some food type sh*t (open up)
Eatin' all the Perkies, on some food type sh*t (goin' up)
All the homies crushin' on some fool type- (goin' up)
Floodin' out the spot, it's like a pool type mix (add it up)
All the homies crushin' on some fool type sh*t (goin' up)
All the homies crushin' on some fool type- (open up)
Eatin' all the Perkies, on some food type sh*t
Feelin' so high, I'm on the moon, type sh*t

Kick the slow flow, jitsu type sh*t (open it up, add it up)
Red lock in my dreadlocks, I'm on bool type sh*t (f*ck it up, add it up)
Cook a nigg* up like food type sh*t (f*ck it up, f*ck it up)
Posted up with my dogs, Scooby Doo type sh*t (f*ck it up, woo)

She grippin' all on my balls, I gotta move type sh*t
Diamonds, they cover my flaws, I'm actin' brand new type sh*t
Hundred round drum, make it bust, soundin' like that new type sh*t
All of my jeans is saggin', I think I'm over tight sh*t
Put the ho down with the gang, now she think she my manager type sh*t
Shawty thought she was the one, I will forever have a boss bitch
The presi' set on me plain, I'm on some naked type sh*t
Eighty-one thou' for the teeth, I still ain't smilin' for this bitch
This ho think she better than me? She on that IG model sh*t
Shawty said I'm a superhero, so how the f*ck I'ma hide from sh*t?
Bitch give me dome in the back, she on her bobblehead type sh*t
All I want is ass and titt*es, I ain't got no type, sh*t
Sippin' on drank, Pluto, hold up
Sippin' my drank, Metro
Sittin' right here with my yayo, type sh*t
Might put some diamonds in my gloves, woah, on my Mike sh*t
What the f*ck y'all talkin' 'bout bodies for? Y'all just type sh*t (Pluto)

I don't hang with rats, that's some new type sh*t (new type sh*t)
Get a nigg* whacked on the new, type sh*t
Sip and drankin' Activis on some Screw type sh*t
Just a sad ho runnin' through the crew type sh*t
I got a bad bitch at home, voodoo type sh*t
Take down Meg Thee Stallion's by the group, type sh*t

Tags all over my shirt (open it up), uh, rockstar-type sh*t (open it up)
Molly all in my drink (open it up), uh, rockstar-type sh*t (open it up)
'Bout to take a ho to Turks, she a monster type sh*t
(Type sh*t, type sh*t)
She don't don't speak no English, money talk type sh*t
She f*ck me, ran her mouth 'cause I'm a boss type sh*t (woo)

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All that other sh*t is garbage, that's what I mean, son
You know what I'm sayin'?
Like, get the f*ck out of here, son
sh*t is wack, son
Cut it out, please
Nobody's buyin' it, nobody likes it
You be hurtin' our ears, that sh*t is annoyin'
Like, stop it, man
Just 'cause nigg*s got a chain, some jewelry
And they dress like the motherf*ckin' part
They wanna be the rappers and sh*t
Like, cut it out
We the professionals, son
We professionals at what we do, like, cut it out
Yeah

Had to buy another mansion, I'm gettin' claustrophobic
Went and bought a bigger Maybach, I'm gettin' claustrophobic
Went back extended Phantom, I'm gettin' claustrophobic
Make sure that 'Rari a drop 'cause I get claustrophobic
Had to buy another mansion, I'm gettin' claustrophobic
Went and bought a bigger Maybach, I'm gettin' claustrophobic
Went back extended Phantom, I'm gettin' claustrophobic
Make sure that 'Rari a drop 'cause I get claustrophobic

Sittin' inside the hybrid, lookin' like a pirate
Fresher than your stylist, fresher than a stylist
Presidential Rolex, nigg*s big timin'
Eighty-five pointers, Ochocinco diamonds
Million-dollar Phantom, I won't even drive it
Chauffeur, Louis Vuitton loafers when I'm slidin'
Digital, nigg*s never visual
Residuals, rackies comin' plentiful
Ice on my sleeve, got it out that mud
Transportin' cheese, we sellin' drugs
Tractor-trailer pull up on my way to re-up
I know when you stay down, that's the way you T up
European stylin', I go from the feet up
Every time we meet up, it's been gettin' bigger
Every Presidentials, I got my credentials
Cobra deadly venom, push a button and send 'em
Raised around these sinners, now we gang members
Copped a big bazooka for my main hitter

Had to buy another mansion, I'm gettin' claustrophobic
Went and bought a bigger Maybach, I'm gettin' claustrophobic
Went back extended Phantom, I'm gettin' claustrophobic
Make sure that 'Rari a drop 'cause I get claustrophobic
Had to buy another mansion, I'm gettin' claustrophobic
Went and bought a bigger Maybach, I'm gettin' claustrophobic
Went back extended Phantom, I'm gettin' claustrophobic
Make sure that 'Rari a drop 'cause I get claustrophobic

Atlanta to Skyami, goin' back to Cali'
Snakes and deadly venom, bitch, I'm super slatty
Work out in the snow, Rocky Balboa
Pull up 'Ventador, look like Chapo
Servin' Kurtis Blow, I got dirty snow
Parked outside the store, ten trucks in a row
Pocket full of bread, sittin' inside the Rolls
I been on a roll, over a billion sold
Only one was chose, I secured my goals
Cookin' so much co*ke, I need another stove
Made myself a plug, I can move a load
Took it from lil' Mexico across the globe

Had to buy another mansion, I'm gettin' claustrophobic
Went and bought a bigger Maybach, I'm gettin' claustrophobic
Went back extended Phantom, I'm gettin' claustrophobic
Make sure that 'Rari a drop 'cause I get claustrophobic
Had to buy another mansion, I'm gettin' claustrophobic
Went and bought a bigger Maybach, I'm gettin' claustrophobic
Went back extended Phantom, I'm gettin' claustrophobic
Make sure that 'Rari a drop 'cause I get claustrophobic

Stop it, man
You know what I mean? Do somethin' else
Stop tryna do what everybody else doin', you know?
You know? 'Cause I know that's what's goin' on
'Cause these nigg*s ain't supposed to be rappin'
I mean, who really like these nigg*s?

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Gotta fire my joint up on this bitch
Young Metro, Young Metro, Young Metro
Three times
Yeah

Stickin' to the code, all these hoes for the streets
I put it in her nose, it's gon' make her puss* leak
puss* nigg*s told, ain't gon' wake up out they sleep
You can't hear that switch, but you can hear them nigg*s scream
All my hoes do shrooms, nigg*, all my hoes do co*ke
Twenty-carat ring, I put my fingers down her throat (uh, uh, uh)
If I lose a carat, she might choke (uh, uh, uh)
I know she gon' swallow, she a G.O.A.T. (uh, uh, uh)
Freeband nigg*, bring the racks in
Got the shooters in the corner like the pack in
She think 'cause she exotic bitch, she attractive
That's that sh*t'll get you put up out the section, brrt
And the motto still the same
Ball like I won a championship game
You know these hoes hungry, they gon' f*ck for a name
I put her on the gang, she get f*cked for a chain
Got your girl in this bitch, she twirlin' on the dick
I got syrup in this bitch, we turn up in this bitch
And we brought the 'Ercs in this bitch, get murked in this bitch
All these pointers on me, baby, you know it's game time
Bring a friend, bitch, we f*cked 'em at the same time
I'm a different nigg*, no, we not the same kind
You can have that lil', if she ain't mine (yeah)

Young dope dealer, sellin' dope, is you like that? (If you like that)
Kickin' doors, kickin' in doors, is you like that? (Yeah)
Young throwed nigg*, sellin' lows, is you like that? (Yeah)
All '24, you on go, is you like that? (If you like that)
nigg*s from the bottom really like that (if you like that)
Steppin' in Balencis if you like that (if you like that)
Pop another bottle if you like that (if you like that)

(He was once a thug from around the way)

These nigg*s talkin' out of they necks
Don't pull no coffin out of your mouth, I'm way too paranoid for a threat
Ayy-ayy, let's get it, bro
D-O-T, the money, power, respect
The last one is better
Say, it's a lot of goofies with a check
I mean, aw, I hope them sentiments symbolic
Aw, my temperament bipolar, I choose violence
Okay, let's get it up, it's time for him to prove that he's a problem
nigg*s clickin' up, but cannot be legit, no 40 Water, tell 'em
Aw, yeah, huh, yeah, get up with me
F*ck sneak dissin', first person shooter, I hope they came with three switches
I crash out, like, "F*ck rap," diss Melle Mel if I had to
Got 2tee*z with me, I'm snatchin' chains and burnin' tattoos, it's up
Lost too many soldiers not to play it safe
If he walk around with that stick, it ain't André 3K
Think I won't drop the location? I still got PTSD
Motherf*ck the big three, nigg*, it's just big me
nigg*, bum
What? I'm really like that
And your best work is a light pack
nigg*, Prince outlived Mike Jack'
nigg*, bum
'Fore all your dogs gettin' buried
That's a K with all these nines, he gon' see Pet Sematary
nigg*, bum (yeah)

Young dope dealer, sellin' dope, is you like that? (If you like that) (bitch, bitch)
Kickin' doors, kickin' in doors, is you like that? (How?) (yeah)
Young throwed nigg*, sellin' lows, is you like that? (Holy water, Holy water) (yeah)
All '24, you on go, is you like that? (If you like that)
nigg*s from the bottom really like that (if you like that)
Steppin' in Balencis if you like that (if you like that)
Pop another bottle if you like that (if you like that)

(He was once a thug from around the way)

Young dope dealer, sellin' dope, is you like that?
Kickin' doors, kickin' in doors, is you like that?
Young throwed nigg*, sellin' lows, is you like that?
All '24, you on go, is you like that? (If you like that)
nigg*s from the bottom really like that (if you like that)
Steppin' in Balencis if you like that (if you like that)
Pop another bottle if you like that (if you like that)

(He was once a thug, he was, he was-)

Came in bangin' dope, nigg*s was young slangin' powder
Walk in the strip club, make it rain for three hours
Locked in and now I got my Phantom and my driver
Perc'd out, took chances in my hood like Nevada
Surfed out, outside white, interior lasagna
Hundred thousands, I just cashed out on designer
Gotta devour, nigg*, I learned that in the jungle
Once I sell this load, that's a million in a week

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I'm just on some slime sh*t
I'm back on that slime stuff, you know what I'm sayin'?
I don't care nothin' 'bout this superstardom sh*t, you know what I'm sayin'?
Yeah, yeah
That's on God

Yeah, yeah
All my hoes gettin' slimed in
nigg*s ain't on no slimy sh*t
All my hoes from Thailand
Ho know a nigg* got a water wrist
All my hoes in the widebody
Pick my ho up in the widebody

Eat it right up and don't cry 'bout it
All my hoes get time out
All your hoes gettin' slimed out
The AP store, we buy 'em out
Marni on Marni, go head first
All my hoes wear Chanel sandals
White on your toes, that's good manners
Chanaynay black, goin' bandana
All my hoes take the whole thing
High-top Maybach, cocaine
2025 on the leg trip
Scorchin' fire, no Pyrex
Hit me on WhatsApp, direct
Kitkat pant, went chocolate
Patek water, I train her
Pass that bag, I train her
Cuban, let's link, I chain her
She throwin' up rackies, I train her
All my hoes they gang members
All these pures got 'caine in 'em
Dog food, probably got pain in 'em
Curved that goofy, he ain't him
Told you these hoes on my time
Put him on ice, go Einstein

Yeah, yeah
All my hoes gettin' slimed in
nigg*s ain't on no slimy sh*t
All my hoes from Thailand
Ho know a nigg* got a water wrist
All my hoes in the widebody
Pick my ho up in the widebody

Lil' bitty ho, I sign sh*t
Yeah, yeah, ask these nigg*s who run sh*t
Lil' bitty ho, I sign sh*t
All my hoes love convicts
Ain't no love, we chop sh*t
Passport stamp, exhausted
Lounge on the island, a bad one
Sand on the beach, I bag one
Walk through the store like ransom
Clutchin' the gat, go blast it
Benjamin Franks, elastic
Bury your dog, casket
Buyin' out the mall, trappin'
Go against the laws, a thousand percent
Squeeze and don't stall, one thousand percent
It's over, you fall, one thousand percent
Stand over your dog, one thousand percent
I'm over this sh*t, one thousand percent
I'm slimin' out sh*t, one thousand percent
I get it, I print it, one thousand percent
Bitch love how I'm livin', one thousand percent

I'm just on some slime sh*t
I'm back on that slime stuff, you know what I'm sayin'?
I don't care nothin' 'bout this superstardom sh*t, you know what I'm sayin'?
Yeah, yeah
That's on God

Yeah, yeah
All my hoes gettin' slimed in
nigg*s ain't on no slimy sh*t
All my hoes from Thailand
Ho know a nigg* got a water wrist
All my hoes in the widebody
Pick my ho up in the widebody

Richer than a ho, she a bird bitch
Call her up now, she workin'
Pull up to the stu', she twerkin'
I'm poppin' my big one, you know that
Steppin' on a nigg* like doormat
All my shooters run a four flat
Wideboy skrrt through, Hellcat
Walk a nigg* down for a tall stack

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Okay, okay
Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah
Okay, 'Bandz
Let's go
Pimpin' these hoes
Workin' that magic like I'm Don Juan, woah

I got thick sh*t workin' that magic like I'm Don Juan
Talkin' poles, I got that bat on me like Ken Griff'
I'ma get vibey, fly a hundred vibes one trip
She was hittin' like that, I called her back so I could make sure

Got that sniff on me, that white sh*t like I'm Tom Brady
I'ma put a sports car on two wheels like it got hydraulics
The way I be hallucinatin', I had to stop from doin' a Molly
(You must be hallucinatin')
Two hundred racks when I'm in Chanel get me in that mode (let's go)
I'm back in my bag again, I ain't even bought no clothes
Bam, check off, check, let's go
Pimpin' these hoes, workin' that magic like I'm Don Juan, woah
Fifty thousand in profit on hoes, that's a bad week
Bust my AP down in emeralds, cost a Richie Mill
You play with them birds, I'm makin' you bleed just like I'm Isley
Servin' that dog, it'll make you scream on sh*t like Lil Jon
'Fore this rappin' sh*t, I was servin' sh*t like Paul Wall
I can't f*ck with them bitch gon' sign me like Prince Harry
I put the Ferrari on my wrist cost more than a nigg* house
When I seen the plug who tried to front me, I'm a cash out

I got thick sh*t workin' that magic like I'm Don Juan
Talkin' poles, I got that bat on me like Ken Griff'
I'ma get vibey, fly a hundred vibes one trip
She was hittin' like that, I called her back so I could make sure

Yeah, yeah, nigg*
You know what the f*ck it is (yeah)
Them Princess Diana diamonds ain't cheap
Put up ya f*ckin' mortgage
The biggest
F*ck no, they gotta put up they mortgage
Crazy, are you stupid? (Woo)

Them Princess Diana diamonds ain't cheap
I'm chargin' two-fifty just to tweak
Ridin' with two hundred rounds on the seat
Burnin' 'em M's, 'bout to get a B
She make a film just for me to see
After she suck it, let her hit the key
I'm puttin' double-C's on a trish
Get you white money trickin' like this
I hit a popstar, I'm the G.O.A.T.
I got a supermodel in my lap
Bring down the door, junkies in the trap
F*cked off a half a dollar shootin' crap
I put your rap career in my ear
nigg*s so crooked, bought the bitch veneers

Pour up the drink, I'm peelin' back the seal
Water on my chain like a Navy SEAL
Loaded on sticks, ready to go to war
Move like the military on tour
I got my finesse game on point
Codeine the movie, Spike Lee Jordan
I got a lit bitch, she goin'
I'm puttin' some drug money on her arm
I get a line on you, we scorin'

Brrt-baow, nigg*, we scorin'
Are you dumb?
Them Princess Diana diamonds ain't cheap
Put up ya f*ckin' mortgage
That's what we doin'
Crazy, are you stupid, stupid?
Brrt-baow
They gotta put up they mortgage

Them Princess Diana diamonds ain't cheap
I'm chargin' two-fifty just to tweak
Ridin' with two hundred rounds on the seat
Burnin' 'em M's, 'bout to get a B
She make a film just for me to see
After she suck it, let her hit the key
I'm puttin' double-C's on a trish
Get you white money trickin' like this
I hit a popstar, I'm the G.O.A.T.
I got a supermodel in my lap
Ring down the door, junkies in the trap
F*cked off a half a dollar shootin' crap
I put your rap career in my ear
nigg*s so crooked, bought the bitch veneers
Top of the charts they lovin' my skill

Look how long we go for, look what we do for a livin'
Man, we do this sh*t for a livin'
You nigg*s is playin' games, man
Stop f*ckin' play games on how I eat
And how I do my thing, man
nigg*, do something else

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Sip red, sing to the devil (Pluto)
Sip red, sing to the devil (yeah)
Sip red, talk to the devil ('Tro)
Rack, racks don't stuck together
Racks on racks stuck together
Sip red, talk to the devil
I'm 'bout, I'm 'bout to just, I'm 'bout to, I'm 'bout to
Let's walk on this motherf*cker right quick

Racks on racks stuck together
Sip red, talk to the devil (Pluto)
Rosetta stones forever (let's go)
High yella, canary yellow (hot yellow)
Hot chocolate, Cinderella
Trap off a tractor-trailer (tractor)
Blue paper stuck together
Bad bitch gon' f*ck my bezel (for sure)

Strapped up with heavy metal
Sip lean, talk to the devil
Hi-Tech, stay confidential
AP, a presidential
Never go against the ghetto
Stay true, got hoes in Belgium (uh-huh)
New bitch, new car, it's levels (uh-huh)
I piss Codeine on peasants
Freebandz, you got it, let's get it (free)
Get a check, then flip it in the trenches (yeah)
In the 'jects pullin' up in a Bentley (skrrt)
Cartier with buffs, they vintage (ah)
Pour a eighth, see the rings on glisten (yeah)
Real ice make a bad bitch listen (yeah)

Racks on racks stuck together
Sip red, talk to the devil
Rosetta stones forever
High yella, canary yellow
Hot chocolate, Cinderella
Trap off a tractor-trailer
Blue paper stuck together
Bad bitch gon' f*ck my bezel (mm-mm)

You know it's high price levels
Two Ms, that's on the pedal (uh)
This bitch make that bitch jealous
This cup ain't never fail us (uh)
My J's, they match yo' melon
You know it ain't no tellin' (uh)
Rather go duck a felon
The bankroll tucked for bailin' (uh)
When I lean, when I lean (when I lean)
Blew out what I'm inhalin' (yeah)
This gas broke out, propellant (it's lit)
Back to back like a train
Think twice tryna derail us
The gang like the Goodfellas
Took off, propane propellers
She like gold watch, gold chain
African Cinderella (ooh)
Mix her in my vanilla, you can't find this wherever (ooh)
Thug in all types of weather
In space, lookin' for better (mmm-mm-mm)
When I lean, when I lean, when I lean (when I lean)

Racks on racks stuck together
Sip red, talk to the devil
Rosetta stones forever (yeah)
High yella, canary yellow (it's lit)
Hot chocolate, Cinderella (ooh)
Trap off a tractor-trailer (trap)
Blue paper stuck together
Bad bitch gon' f*ck my bezel (for sure)

Ooh, ooh-ah
Ooh-ooh, ooh-ah

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Maybe we just runnin' out of time
Ain't no need to try to hold you up 'cause you always mines
But I can't trust nobody, I was down, wasn't nobody left
They done turned they back on me, never turned on myself
Maybe we just runnin' out of time (of time)
Ain't no need to try to hold you up 'cause you always mines
But I can't trust nobody, I was down, wasn't nobody left
They done turned they back on me, never turned on myself

I can't trust nobody, I can't trust nobody I know
Left me alone, I was grindin', I had to find myself
Real one, had to remind myself
Sometimes even rich nigg*s get lost
I'm experiencin' more paranoia
Findin' love got me more paranoid
I can't tell who real anymore
It's the ones that I cherish and adore
It'll never be like it was before
Before I was climbin' up the charts
When you leavin', you leave me no choice
I'll come back and unpack the Rolls-Royce
I'll come through if you need me, of course
Hope it come to the day we rejoice
I got your back like a spine

Maybe we just runnin' out of time
Ain't no need to try to hold you up 'cause you always mines
But I can't trust nobody, I was down, wasn't nobody left
They done turned they back on me, never turned on myself
Maybe we just runnin' out of time (of time)
Ain't no need to try to hold you up 'cause you always mines
But I can't trust nobody, I was down, wasn't nobody left
They done turned they back on me, never turned on myself

Never could trust you, I still got your location on
Fell out of love, I delete all the nudes out your phone
Can't get a reaction out of me, that's what you want
It's not sexy to show your vulnerability, keep it calm
Had her eatin' sushi out my palm
Got a new penthouse, sittin' at the palms
Got a flock of birds wrapped around my arms
Tried to park the Bugatti in the lobby
Went to Puerto Rico, went to Bali
Got her body done just for a hobby (I did)
Got her skatin' on new ice like it's hockey (Pluto)
Made her throw away all the Versace
Bitches f*ckin' each other, we watchin'

Maybe we just runnin' out of time (of time)
Ain't no need to try to hold you up 'cause you always mines
But I can't trust nobody, I was down, wasn't nobody left
They done turned they back on me, never turned on myself (never turned on myself)

Baby, we runnin' through timezones
You comin' back, no matter where you go

Ayy, respect
Yeah, I'm fried, yeah, I'm fried
Hold on, yeah, I'm fried
Hold on
And I'm tryna get fried, so pass the weed over here
Fried
And y'all ain't exempt
It's her birthday
Then let's do it
Who's birthday is it?
Alright, come on
I'm finna cut the song back goin' so y'all can take shots
Yes, sir

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(Metro)
Yeah, I'm fried
Yeah, I'm fried
Yeah, I'm fried
Yeah
Yeah, I'm fried
Yeah

Yeah, I'm fried
Yeah, I'm fried
I just blew a check in the strip club on a Wednesday
She ain't goin' then I'ma ask her what her friend say
Yeah, I'm fried
Yeah, I'm fried
Yeah, I'm fried
I'm still high from the night before and I popped another one
Do you roll, roll, roll, like the stone?
Do you got more than two or three phones? Do you?

I'm fried, yes, fried
I'm f*cked up 'bout lil' shorty, she a vibe
I'm f*cked up 'bout lil' shorty, she a vibe
I'm f*cked up 'bout lil' shorty, she a vibe

I'm f*cked up 'bout lil' shorty
Hold a nigg* down and she tote my Glock 40
Bust her down, ice her out just like my artists
Every time we link, it's like we throwin' a private party
Yeah, yeah, walk inside the strip club, I'm just a walkin' bankroll
I don't want my old hoes 'cause them hoes all old
Lookin' for that young sh*t, twenty-four
Baby have buns, sh*t, I'm bendin' it over
Big pimpin', rockin' with her like I'm Dame Dash
She waitressin' at Starlets, ain't too many I ain't had
She Spanish, she can't call me, "Papi," I make her call me, "Dad"
Her panties off, she come through every time when I smash
She ain't try to charge, but anyway, I gave her a lil' cash
I'm poppin' it off, I'm tryna make her ex-nigg* mad
Leaned up, just took two pills, damn, a nigg* throwed
Underhand, overhand, the money gettin' blowed

Yeah, I'm fried
Yeah, I'm fried
I just blew a check in the strip club on a Wednesday
I don't care if she ain't goin', I ask her what her friend say
I bet she say, "Comprende"
Yeah, yeah, fried
Yeah, I'm fried
I f*ck with shorty 'cause shorty is a vibe
Right
To my left and my right
And my front
I got blunts and I love puttin' on stunts, yeah

Take a shot every day, we gon' get high every day
Told my girl, "I'll be cuttin' off, shorty," wouldn't hit her anyway
Save the day, anyway, then had to make sure she sign an NDA
Pretty girls all across the world, they know sensei
This money got my mind goin', this a tax bracket, different time zone
Drink out the Styrofoam, I ain't never been this high though
I just got my roll on, I ain't popped up like this in so long
I just like to vibe on her, went plain Jane, two-tone
Took a couple uppers, downers, mixed 'em up together
Runnin' through this money like it never felt better
I just went to Cleef and bought the store from overseas
Shorty got me blowin' money fast like Meech

I'm fried, yes, fried
I'm f*cked up 'bout lil' shorty, she a vibe
I'm f*cked up 'bout lil' shorty, she a vibe
I'm f*cked up 'bout lil' shorty, she a vibe
I'm fried, yes, fried
I'm f*cked up 'bout lil' shorty, she a vibe
I'm f*cked up 'bout lil' shorty, she a vibe
I'm f*cked up 'bout lil' shorty, she a vibe

You know
We the best in the business
What you think I mean when I say that
What the f*ck you think I mean when I say that, man
We the best in this business
There is no competition for us, man

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Eleven carats, that's a Bugatti, I dropped a million in my ear
My bitch f*ckin' on a boss, still made her puss* top tier
nigg*s'll put you in the cross, a thousand shots be on the Lear
In a Ferrari pullin' off, a double R sittin' in the rear
Solitaire, bust it down, it got the watch crystal clear
It's a skeleton Audemars, but it still got emeralds in the face
Gotta go crazy with the cake
Call the plug, I'm pushin' weight
Sippin' on mud just ease the pain
The coupe go Porsche, just blow the brain
Trained to go, they ready to stain
Plush the seats inside the plane
Crank the charter, we goin' to Spain
We was starvin' before the fame
Totin' a carbon, don't explain
Exotic packs, we own the strain
Transactions, foreign exchange
Knowin' damn well they ready to bang
Pluto go crazy 'bout the gang
Until the opps done totin' they flame
Ain't gon' spare no nigg* who play
Ain't no love when nigg*s fake
Ain't no love

Ain't no love, ain't no love
Can't show love when nigg*s fake
Sellin' drugs, just tryna be great
Sellin' drugs, sellin' drugs, sellin' drugs
It ain't no love when nigg*s fake

Ain't no love, ain't no love, it ain't no
Ain't no love, ain't no love, it ain't no
Ain't no love, ain't no love, it ain't no
Ain't no love, ain't no love, it ain't no

Posted on front street, now I'm the plug
Steppin' in Ricky, I know I'm goin' far
Wanna got to war, gotta send out a slug
nigg* caught lack, nigg*s sprayin' up the car
Mind on point, nigg* gotta stay geeked
Seventy-five carats and it ain't no compete
Eliantte, got a mill' in receipts
Send out an invoice and sweepin' your street
F*ck all that marketin', I'm on the block
You got your bitch, I treat her like a dog
Said she wan' bite, gotta f*ck on my broad
One of a kind, I'm sh*ttin' on 'em all
Jumped in the 'Rari, I jumped in the jaw
Stand on the gas, ain't on no stallin'
I'm blockin' hoes, I'm doin' the ballin'
I get 'em molded, the carats flawless

Ain't no love, ain't no love, ain't no love
Can't show love when nigg*s fake
Sellin' drugs, just tryna be great
Sellin' drugs, sellin' drugs, sellin' drugs
It ain't no love when nigg*s fake

Ain't no love, ain't no love, it ain't no
Ain't no love, ain't no love, it ain't no
Ain't no love, ain't no love, it ain't no
Ain't no love, ain't no love, it ain't no

Eleven carats, that's a Bugatti, I dropped a million in my ear
My bitch f*ckin' on a boss, done made her puss* top tier
Eleven carats, that's a Bugatti, I dropped a million in my ear
My bitch f*ckin' on a boss, done made her puss* top tier

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I'll sit alone
In my lonely room

Everyday hustle like William
Yeah

Everyday hustle like William
I'm chargin' a chicken just for the verse, yeah
I get in that kitchen, I cook, go to work, I go berserk, yeah
Go out and get it, secure the city, can't sink like the Titanic
Bitch know I'm a Freeband bandit
This paper comin' to me twenty-four hours, I can't go to sleep
I know the power of a dollar, tote fifty rounds at least
Uh, she know I get money, she know (know that sh*t)
Soon as I up the score
Just like Double O
Stay down with me or let me go
Start the whip, I just lay close
And start me to whip up the floor
She with me, she down like the bros
Holdin' me down like the chosen one
Early in the morning (go)
Late up at night (go)
Just be precise (just be precise)
Got a pack for the flight (got a pack)
All I took was a Nina (all I took)
I show up in Beamer (I showed up in)
Smackin' cougars like Trina (smackin', smackin')
Water flow, Aquafina (water)
Sing to me like Tina (sing to me)
Sippin' dope out the liter
Meditation off the Kush (Kush)
Drinkin' Hi-Tech and Tris'
New baguette, yo, check the 'fits out
Soon as the bitch check the wrist out
You down or you scared? (Scared)
I knew she was just 'bout to say it (just 'bout to say it)
I break her a lil' bread
Don't let that sh*t go to your head

Huh
Biggest
(Maybach Music)

Goin' broke, nigg*s in a panic
Sellin' dope, nigg*, send a pallet
Young killers, city full of talent
You testified, hate to see it happen
New bitch, never meet the parents
Triple beam, I'ma keep it balanced
Built the 44bunker real deep in Tampa
Got two hundred cars, haters screamin', "Damn it"
Baby mama still the biggest opp
Team of shooters just to keep it locked
Rolls-Royce, you can keep the top
Bag of old money, love to see it rot
Yellow bitch, better keep her pampered
Luther Campbell, I'm the new example
Metro Boomin, time to cue the sample
nigg*s movin' bricks, then you can use the Phantom
Black jet, I just flew to Texas
Sippin' Tuss', mama can't accept it
Never seen me on ketamine, but for the real team I'll do anything
And he sell on the cell phone
How you sellin' dope when it smell wrong?

Yeah
Woah, woah
Yeah, yeah, yeah

Fightin' for your life, spin by the hospital
Bare-faced just like I'm Lil Critter
Body snatchers, wig splitters, cap peelers, gravediggers, snake nigg*s
Ain't nobody safe, nigg*
Meet me at the nearest co*ke spot
Middle of the slums, standin' at the boat dock
Loadin' up the cash, move it in the U-Haul
Went inside my bag, went and took a roof off
Crash dummy, goin' retarded, spendin' cash money
Smashin' in a Demon, still'll smash a European
Gold-diggin' bitches, you can't tell a nigg* sh*t
He just got his first wish, can't tell these lil' nigg*s sh*t
Tryna put him on some game, you better put him on a hit
Livin' in the trenches, it's survival of the fittest
Thirty milligrams, nigg*s rather take the fent'
nigg*s got it out the mud, it's codeine when you piss
Drop a brick in the toilet, he ain't talkin' 'bout sh*t
Drop a brick in the toilet, he ain't talkin' 'bout sh*t

That sh*t don't pop in the hood, man
You talkin' about the grimy nigg* in the hood?
I don't know what lil', um, supposed to be hood you from
But in the real hood, in America, that sh*t don't fly
We don't listen to that bullsh*t, son

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307, two-door coupe
GTA, I got shooters
Turtle shell top, bulletproof

Whatever I'm with, my bitch with it too
Balenciaga and them sticks included
Crash out, crash out, crash
Crash out, crash out, crash

Send a nigg* straight up to God
Hold it two hands, it's a carbon (hold it two hands)
Either you trappin' or robbin' (either you trappin')
Why waste your time if you flaugin'? (Why waste your time?)
Stackin' it, uh, rackin' it, uh, all the way up to Jupiter (Jupiter)
Flip it, uh, flip it, flip it, cool
Servin' junkies, I was still in school
Zone 3, Zone 6 nigg*s don't play fair, they gon' slime you out
Once you join the gang, it ain't no way you can get out
They just jacked the car, they need 'em somethin' to spin out
Layin' inside the bushes tryna get my rent up
Came up on a bird and ever since, I've been up
Re-up on the first and third, stashin' cash in shoe boxes
Go wash your hands, you got 'em dirty, you gon' need a new Glock
Drinkin' on syrup, work, splurge
Adderall, Perc', Xan', X
P90 Ruger, fully loaded TEC
Ho confused, she just too obsessed

Whatever I'm with, my bitch with it too
Balenciaga and them sticks included
Crash out, crash out, crash
Crash out, crash out, crash
Whatever I'm with, my bitch with it too
Balenciaga and them sticks included
Crash out, crash out, crash
Crash out, crash out, crash

Hemi, Trackhawk, Scat Pack, dash
458 Ferrari, drivin' it fast
Trappin' is a hobby, you ain't gotta ask
Turned her to a Barbie, spoilin' her like a brat
Punch sodas, woo, pour my Tus' for me, baby
Puttin' the motor in the truck, then I go crazy
Loaded up on new ice, yeah, load up on new car
Workin' it out of the 'partments, nigg*, trappin', servin' hard
Young nigg*s campin' outside, sleepin' in your yard
Coppin' a bigger house, forty car garage
See what hustlin' get you when you goin' against the odd?
No cappin', I'm taxin', wrappin' up a bale
What kind of ice? That's a chandelier
My earrings lyin' to me when I look in the mirror

Whatever I'm with, my bitch with it too
Balenciaga and them sticks included
Crash out, crash out, crash
Crash out, crash out, crash
Whatever I'm with, my bitch with it too (hold it two hands)
Balenciaga and them sticks included (either you trappin', why waste your time?)
Crash out, crash out, crash
Crash out, crash out, crash

Send a nigg* straight up to God
Hold it two hands, it's a carbon
Either you trappin' or robbin'
Why waste your time if you flaugin'?

307, two-door coupe
GTA, I got shooters

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Yeah
We done seen it all
And done it all
We don't trust these nigg*s
Word, word to my nigg*, P

Blow these bitches back out, rockin' these platinum chains
She give it to a thorough nigg*, that's my claim to fame
Chanel body suit, when it rain, diamonds galore
Get chauffeured under the stars, you can forget how you was livin' before
She keep it P with a player, so she never at me
I'ma get munyun, got my lawyer, hoes can't attack me
Lil' nigg*s run you down with a gun like he in a track meet
Sent through a cleanin' crew, they pressin' with that iron (ah)
Look a nigg* in the eyes, see if he gon' cross
Coco Number Five, bitch eatin' up a boss
Keep my bitch close, but I keep the goons closer
Dom Pérignon bottle, wasted bubbly on the floor
Came up from the block, sellin' the rawest co*ke
You might OD off this sh*t, nigg*, it ain't never enough
Richard Mille cost a house, it ain't never enough
Seven hundred bucks on a truck, the seats brazy (ah)

Me and my brothers, we puttin' freaks in rotation
Sometimes they move on, they still can't replace
I'll lose a stone and get it replaced the same day
From trappin' out my granny house to rappin' on the stage
I want it all, I know these streets gon' have to feed me
These hoes sit down, I'm lettin' 'em hit it off the whole key
Got rich in this sh*t, got a clip hold a fifty
You tryna keep up with me, gon' be O-V (ah)

I cook that white girl uncut, you might OD
Drop thirty-six in a Pyrex, stay lowkey
Put a nigg* on suicide watch, they try and play me
Spent a million dollars on the watch, chasin' a big B
Talkin' hip-hop, I'm talkin' 'bout drugs
Live like a shotta, I bring fire to the club
Lookin' up to mobsters as kids, that was us
Teflon Pluto, I'm not the nigg* you can touch (ah)

Me and my brothers, we puttin' freaks in rotation
Sometimes they move on, they still can't replace
I'll lose a stone and get it replaced the same day
From trappin' out my granny house to rappin' on the stage
I want it all, I know these streets gon' have to feed me
These hoes sit down, I'm lettin' 'em hit it off the whole key
Got rich in this sh*t, got a clip hold a fifty
You tryna keep up with me, gon' be O-V (ah)
Me and my brothers, we puttin' freaks in rotation
Sometimes they move on, they still can't replace
I'll lose a stone and get it replaced the same day
From trappin' out my granny house to rappin' on the stage
I want it all, I know these streets gon' have to feed me
These hoes sit down, I'm lettin' 'em hit it off the whole key
Got rich in this sh*t, got a clip hold a fifty
You tryna keep up with me, gon' be O-V (ah)

That's just my opinion
I don't listen to that bullsh*t, you know what I'm sayin'?
Like some people think that's hot
Some people actually think that sh*t is hot
Like, come on, who you gon' listen to, them or P?
Who the veterans? Who the seasoned veterans at this sh*t
That can tell you what's hot and what's not?
You know what I'm sayin'? That's, there you have it, son
And I ain't on no hater sh*t, I ain't a hater
Do your thing, nigg*, you know what I'm sayin'?
But personally, your sh*t is not poppin', son

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Pluto
Got these diamonds on my teeth, yeah (yeah, yeah)
I got diamonds on my teeth, yeah (yeah, yeah)
I got diamonds on my teeth, yeah
If Young Metro don't trust you, I'm gon' shoot you (let me explain)
It's so hard gettin' sleep, yeah (let me explain)
When you always gettin' geeked, yeah (send it up)
Moon rocks on my feet, yeah (moon)
Got that Draco on the seat, yeah (boom, boom)
Yeah, yeah

I'm from the bottom, you can get your door knocked
Won't like to talk to cops even in the road block
I put in more work, went and bought a drop top (got that drop top)
New millennium, yeah
Please don't penny-pinch, yeah
I made all the films, yeah
I was born a pimp, yeah (pimp)
I'm goin' off the end
I've been in the gym, yeah
I've been liftin' money, yeah
Metro flippin' money, yeah
Perky, sippin' muddy, yeah
I'm supposed to flood it, yeah
I was over-busted, ah
Bust it down and flood it, ah
Everything was studded, ah
We so star-studded, yeah
I got pinky rings, ah (I got)
Got my ring finger, ah (got my)
Got my fur drippin', ah (got my)
Got my nigg* sippin' (my dog)
Diamonds all over me (dog)
Sauce all over me (dog)
Drip all over me (dog)
You can't roll with me
I got your ho with me (got your ho)
You can't roll with me (you can't roll)
Got your ho with me (got your ho, for sure)

Let my bitch try some codeine, she rock new Celine
Made my dog a millionaire, what the f*ck you mean?
She just f*cked a millionaire, what the f*ck you mean?
Bustin' bales down in the bath, what the f*ck you mean?
I went crazy in the trap, what the f*ck you mean?
My lil' brother'll rob you now, what the f*ck you mean?
Drinkin' lean and poppin' tabs, what the f*ck you mean?
Numero uno in the lab, what the f*ck you mean? (I'm the one)

Tie a bandana around my head, they play with 'Tro, they dead (Young Metro)
We so icy on these meds, they so broke and scared
Run my money up instead like I'm on the tread
Put your doggy on a shirt, don't even call the meds
When I'm on a Percocet, I might try Qualitest (try it)
Usually, I be sippin' purple, I'm on pineapple red
All my family call me, "Pluto," don't you never forget (Pluto)
Don't be fabricatin' like I ain't play with the Pyrex
Dropped ten thousand on the ground it still in the wrap (wrap)
I'm a boss, I got the crown, I'm still in the trap (yeah)
Moonwalkin' with the hammer (yeah, yeah)
Plugged in with the scammers (yeah, yeah)
I kill first for Atlanta (yeah)
The cert' first in Atlanta, uh
T-shirts in Atlanta, uh
Thirty-five, you can have 'em (yeah)
Raw co*ke, you can't have it (can't)
Gotta re-rock, lil' daddy

Let my bitch try some codeine, she rock new Celine
Made my dog a millionaire, what the f*ck you mean?
She just f*cked a millionaire, what the f*ck you mean?
Bustin' bales down in the bath, what the f*ck you mean?
I went crazy in the trap, what the f*ck you mean?
My lil' brother'll rob you now, what the f*ck you mean?
Drinkin' lean and poppin' tabs, what the f*ck you mean?
Numero uno in the lab, what the f*ck you mean? (I'm the one)

The AP goldy with the fish tank face
Off the record, I got my young nigg* straight (he good)
Straight promethazine (we good)
Straight hydrocodeine (we good)
Pinky ring clean (uh)
Straight up Billie Jean
Shoutout Screwed Up Clique
My OGs can't forget (can't)
Cuban links on my bitch
Cuban links on my bitch
Hibernatin' with your bitch
Ridin' 'round with the stick
Searching 'round for a lick
A half a brick, that's a split
Know Metro ain't gon' switch
I let the switch hit your bitch
With another yellow bad bitch
They ain't havin' money like this
They ain't havin' cash like this
You got a Rollie, but it ain't this
You got an Audemars, it ain't this
Bought a foreign car for my bitch (skrrt)
Got the yacht, I'm with the sh*ts
Got the trap spot with the bricks (trap)
G taught me how to fry fish (G)
White girl, give her Bill Clint'
I'm Hank Aaron up to bat (yeah)
I'm throwin' slugs for these racks (yeah)
This chopper toured Iraq (yeah)
I went up to Jupiter, flashin' (yeah)
I make it look good when I'm tackin' (yeah)
My chain and my rosy are presents (yeah)
I'm havin' my way with some peasants (yeah)
I told my jeweler, "Baguette it"

Got my bitch a lil' codeine, she rock new Celine
Made my dog a millionaire, what the f*ck you mean?
She just f*cked a millionaire, what the f*ck you mean?
Bustin' bales down in the bath, what the f*ck you mean?
I went crazy in the trap, what the f*ck you mean?
My lil' brother'll rob you now, what the f*ck you mean?
Drinkin' lean and poppin' tabs, what the f*ck you mean?
Numero uno in the lab, what the f*ck you mean?

Tie a bandana around my head, they play with 'Tro, they dead
We so icy on these meds, they so broke and scared

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Oh-oh
Yeah-yeah
Young Metro, Young Metro, Young Metro

Where my twin at? In a courtroom
With his head up, ain't no tissue
Any issue, slang a pistol
At the opposites, smash off in a wide-body kit

Stacked a hundred bucks and it's obvious
Two mil' a show, I can geek a audience
Where the wind at, nigg*?
Where the lean at, nigg*?
Where the fin at, nigg*?
Where my twin at?
In a courtroom, I'm on mushrooms
Renew the contract, that's a process, yeah
We ain't stoppin', we ain't boxed in
Forever locked in (with me, yeah)
Take the Glock, go squeeze, don't you ask me
Gettin' mopped in a foreign while I'm backed in
Few thousand gon' turn up the assassins
Don't you ask me, yeah
I love Mexico, I'ma always keep a decoy
Take this rappin' sh*t global, still a D-boy, huh
Smell the odor comin' off, it gettin' re-rocked
nigg*s tied to the mafia like Reeboks, uh
Bring the lean out, uh, bring the speed out, uh
Bring the keys out, uh, bringin' Bs out, uh, bringin' Cs out, uh
We just tee up, uh, we don't tee out
I can't let a bitch get close to my stash house
I done seen what nigg*s do to a slime boss
I get to trippin' in Jimmy Choo, I feel fine now
I get to shoot a clip, let a nigg* find out
Them people hidin' out, I could feel the vibe out
They swear they know the truth, but still, nigg*s ride out
I see my hitters on my live, gotta log out
I could've damaged this sh*t, I couldn't talk about
I'm tryna manage this sh*t, smoke a whole pound
Had this lil' sandman bitch sign for the penthouse
I done felt abandoned, now I know how to win now
I'ma be her friend now, no matter how it end now

Where my twin at? In a courtroom
With his head up, ain't no tissue
Any issue, slang a pistol
At the opposites, smash off in a wide-body kit

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