Metro Boomin' want some more nigga
Look look
I fucked her then washed off my dick with the curtains inside of the Phantom
If he standing next to Young Thugger I train him to kill for the camera
You do not act grown around you lil’ baby you need you a pamper
I would not slide me The devil ride my bed like camels
I’m feelin’ like Malcom in the Middle, your bitches they surround me they can’t miss ‘em
I swipe em then I wife em? Nigga no
My next tap will be a roll of tissue
A young nigga came a long way from standin’ on the corner with the pistol
I bought her lot of MissMe jeans but I will never ever miss her
I’m chillin’ at the studio these bitches wanna fuck on the banana boat
I’m on the outskirt, chasin’ out the green smokin’ orange kush feelin’ like a cantaloupe
I fell in love with Hannah Montana all of her ...
I fucked cuz I slide on her brother, then I pulled off and left the bitch with a nana
The devil ain't called my soul
Ran through my money, my diamonds come wet like a fisherman
I catch your lil’ bitch and I take her to Shop a bag wishin’ shit
I’m ballin, I never foul out start with the figure eight
You pussy, you know you a cat I see your whiskers you might Tigger it
Room at the Intercontinental, room at the intercontinental, Metro
Rollie icey and a ... I wanna see all the bitches in the front
With her friends Dancing with the pole inside the middle
Is it a parade? Get a nigga
Babysitter, Drake that nigga, we are realer, aye
Fuck your mama, fuck your sister, fuckin' kill her, aye
Po' a 5, caterpillar, rollin’ with em, aye
Found my rhythm, now that’s his ass. Run and kick him, aye
I say the truth because she the truth
Nigga creepin in that coupe, doesn’t fit the roof
Talkin shit, might drop, people listen to it
I’m bangin’ blood and whatever fluid
I fucked her then washed off my dick with the curtains inside of the Phantom
If he standing next to Young Thugger I train him to kill for the camera
I’m feelin’ like Malcom in the Middle, your bitches they surround me they can’t miss ‘em
A young nigga came a long way from standin’ on the corner with the pistol
I’m chillin’ at the studio these bitches wanna fuck on the banana boat
I’m on the outskirt, chasin’ out the green smokin’ orange kush feelin’ like a cantaloupe
I fucked cuz I slide on her brother, then I pulled off and left the bitch with a nana
Rollie icey and ain’t a symbol I wanna see al the bitches in the front
With her friends Dancing with the pole inside the middle
Is it a parade? Get a nigga
