Man, Fu*k That, Fu*k That
Metro In This B!tch Goin’ Brazy (Yeah)

Comin’ Out Of Jonesboro South (Ayy)
N!gga Havin’ Golds All Through They Mouth, Yeah
Lifetime Goals (Woo), Runnin’ Through The Roof (Wha’?)
Pullin’ Out The Ghost (Grah), Make A N!gga Poof (Grah)

N!ggas Talkin’ Shit But What Is It To Do?
I Knew His Big Homie, N!gga, And I Got The Proof (Woo)
My Spot Is A Army Base And I Got The Proof (What Up?)
Send My B!tch On Vacay, Put Her In A Coupe

Change The Channel, I Don’t Wanna See None These Pu*sy N!ggas (Nah)
I’ve Been Fu*kin’ N!ggas’ B!tches And Gettin’ Plenty Figures
On The Road To Riches And Got The Realest With Us
Slaughter Gang Wit’ Me, N!gga, Knives, Not A Scissors

Street N!gga With A Bunch Of Lives Like A Tiger (Yeah)
Y’all N!ggas Just A Bunch Of Dykes Fu*kin’ N!ggas
N!gga 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 Her Home Tonight
I’m Tryna See Who I’m Takin’ Home Tonight

I Seen A Jawn Gettin’ Shot At The Light (Yeah-yeah)
They Got To Arguin’ Over New Crack Pipe (Yeah-yeah-yeah)
I Call The Seamstress, My Pants Ain’t Tight Enough
None Of My B!tches Tell Me I’m Not Man Enough

What The Fu*k Wrong With These Broke-A*s N!gga? Yeah (Yeah)
I Told ’em, “Tear It Down”
I’ma Thank You, Pocket Watchin’, Don’t Look At My Pants Now
My Diamonds Louder Than The Fu*kin’ Ambulance Now

Asked The B!tch From The Sidelines, “Stand Down”
Runnin’ Through The Projects, Duckin’ All The Frauds, Yeah
Got A Nine In My Pocket And Not In My Drawls (Woah-woah-woah)
Take Off Like A Rocket With Thirteen Broads (Yeah)

It’s In The Attic, Put The Racks In The Walls (Yeah)
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, Yeah, I Got My Stain Up
I Told Her, “Giddy Up”
We Ran The Train On Her

Comin’ Out Of Jonesboro South (Ayy)
N!gga Havin’ Golds All Through They Mouth, Yeah
Lifetime Goals (Woo), Runnin’ Through The Roof (Wha’?)
Pullin’ Out The Ghost (Grah), Make A N!gga Poof (Grah)
N!ggas Talkin’ Shit But What Is It To Do?
I Knew His Big Homie, N!gga, And I Got The Proof (Woo)
My Spot Is A Army Base And I Got The Proof (What Up?)
Send My B!tch On Vacay, Put Her In A Coupe

If Young Metro Don’t Trust You, I’m Gon’ Shoot You
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