Karaoké 10 Freaky Girls Metro Boomin & 21 Savage

In peace may you rest

Never ever shoot below the neck

You a rookie

I'm a vet

That's why I got a Glock you got a TEC

Not checkers

This chess

I flooded out my Patek with baguettes

I curve Tiffany for Jess

Need to get myself together

I'm a mess

In Bikini Bottom

I'm with Sandy

Moesha keep on drinkin' all the brandy

Keisha eat the molly like it's candy

Bodyslam a nigga like I'm Randy

Yeah

I'm a hot hitter

I'm a guap getter

Leave a thot bitter

Get your block hit up

Oh you think you in a group

Get that shit split up

Tryna suck me layin' down

I made that bitch sit up

Yeah hot box, dirty stick

Case closed

We grill beef, nigga charcoal

Sellin' pussy

Her vajay-jay got a barcode

These broke-ass niggas need Jobco

Used to use EBT to get seafood

Now I Uber Eats when I want Kiku

She wanna hang

Gotta let the gang G you

Metro worth a lot of M's

Nigga me too

Hangin' off my earlobes is a rock

Hangin' off my waistline is a Glock

The body in that casket was a opp

I don't throw no bottles

I throw shots

All this drip on me

I need a mop

Balenciaga boxers and the socks

I got ten freaky girls on a yacht

Finna drown in 'em dog

Finna drown in 'em

Last altercation got a hundred rounds in him

All my spots got a lot of bloodhounds in 'em

Ain't no furniture

It's just a lot of pounds in 'em

Percs, soft, hard and I got the brown in 'em

What da bomboclat shotta

We don't ramp enuh

Edgewood, Glenwood

Bouldercrest and the Hamp with 'em

Got a lot of sticks

You can get stamped with 'em

Tryna mediate the beef

You get found with 'em

All these chains, rest in peace to Harriet Tubman

Niggas broke 'cos they doin' too much clubbin'

Cashed out on all my cars 'cos I'm stubborn

Zone Six against the world

That's how I'm comin'

I came out the womb

I was thuggin'

Ain't no fistfights

Niggas uppin'

Rappers say they want smoke but they bluffin'

When you see 'em face-to-face it ain't nothin'

Hangin' off my earlobes is a rock

Hangin' off my waistline is a Glock

The body in that casket was a opp

I don't throw no bottles

I throw shots

All this drip on me

I need a mop

Balenciaga boxers and the socks

I got ten freaky girls on a yacht

I got ten freaky girls on a yacht

You know I was racin' down the highway earlier today

Ridin' down Twenty

I happened to see a nigga

I robbed back in the day

You know what

He was happy to see me

Hah