(Metro Boomin want some more, nigga)
F*ck boy said he want beef, slide
His ass gon' be traumatized
I'ma be feelin' sorry momma wise
'Cause I can't trust niggas, I got a lot of eyes
Gun go bang-bang, money machine go beep
Car go skrr-skrr, cock go skeet-skeet
Credit card go swipe-swipe, while my watch bling-bling
On that Road Runner shit, meep-meep
You ain't smokin' dope, your weed got plenty seeds in it
I'm rollin' around the town with this and glizzy meeting
Glo Gang bitch, you know that we go plenty weed men
Fifteen thots in this car like I got plenty seating
Fourteen hundred for this belt, f*ck with no more damn Fendi beatings
And I don't have any reasons
Seventeen shots in this .45, fifty in the Glock, hundred in the chop
Let's see how many kills we can get, Black Ops
Bitch, I'm so dope that I'm gon' kill that shit, crack rock
Niggas stay sneak dissin', we gon' start throwin' bullets like rocks
It ain't shit remember when I ain't have shit, couple grand on some kicks
Never touched fifty thousand dollars before that's why I'm playin' with it
Bang
F*ck boy said he want beef, slide
His ass gon' be traumatized
I'ma be feelin' sorry momma wise
'Cause I can't trust niggas, I got a lot of eyes
Gun go bang-bang, money machine go beep
Car go skrr-skrr, cock go skeet-skeet
Credit card go swipe-swipe, while my watch bling-bling
On that Road Runner shit, meep-meep
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(Metro Boomin want some more, nigga)
F*ck boy said he want beef, slide
His ass gon' be traumatized
I'ma be feelin' sorry momma wise
'Cause I can't trust niggas, I got a lot of eyes
Gun go bang-bang, money machine go beep
Car go skrr-skrr, cock go skeet-skeet
Credit card go swipe-swipe, while my watch bling-bling
On that Road Runner shit, meep-meep
You ain't smokin' dope, your weed got plenty seeds in it
I'm rollin' around the town with this and glizzy meeting
Glo Gang bitch, you know that we go plenty weed men
Fifteen thots in this car like I got plenty seating
Fourteen hundred for this belt, f*ck with no more damn Fendi beatings
And I don't have any reasons
Seventeen shots in this .45, fifty in the Glock, hundred in the chop
Let's see how many kills we can get, Black Ops
Bitch, I'm so dope that I'm gon' kill that shit, crack rock
Niggas stay sneak dissin', we gon' start throwin' bullets like rocks
It ain't shit remember when I ain't have shit, couple grand on some kicks
Never touched fifty thousand dollars before that's why I'm playin' with it
Bang
F*ck boy said he want beef, slide
His ass gon' be traumatized
I'ma be feelin' sorry momma wise
'Cause I can't trust niggas, I got a lot of eyes
Gun go bang-bang, money machine go beep
Car go skrr-skrr, cock go skeet-skeet
Credit card go swipe-swipe, while my watch bling-bling
On that Road Runner shit, meep-meep
F*ck boy said he want beef, slide
His ass gon' be traumatized
I'ma be feelin' sorry momma wise
'Cause I can't trust niggas, I got a lot of eyes
Gun go bang-bang, money machine go beep
Car go skrr-skrr, cock go skeet-skeet
Credit card go swipe-swipe, while my watch bling-bling
On that Road Runner shit, meep-meep
You ain't smokin' dope, your weed got plenty seeds in it
I'm rollin' around the town with this and glizzy meeting
Glo Gang bitch, you know that we go plenty weed men
Fifteen thots in this car like I got plenty seating
Fourteen hundred for this belt, f*ck with no more damn Fendi beatings
And I don't have any reasons
Seventeen shots in this .45, fifty in the Glock, hundred in the chop
Let's see how many kills we can get, Black Ops
Bitch, I'm so dope that I'm gon' kill that shit, crack rock
Niggas stay sneak dissin', we gon' start throwin' bullets like rocks
It ain't shit remember when I ain't have shit, couple grand on some kicks
Never touched fifty thousand dollars before that's why I'm playin' with it
Bang
F*ck boy said he want beef, slide
His ass gon' be traumatized
I'ma be feelin' sorry momma wise
'Cause I can't trust niggas, I got a lot of eyes
Gun go bang-bang, money machine go beep
Car go skrr-skrr, cock go skeet-skeet
Credit card go swipe-swipe, while my watch bling-bling
On that Road Runner shit, meep-meep
Writer: Keith Cozart
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