Oh,
oh, oh.
Yeah, yeah.
Young Metro, Young Metro, Young Metro.
Where my twin at?
In the courtroom with his head up.
Ain't no tissue.
Ain't an issue.
Slang a pistol at the opposite.
Smash off in a wide body kit.
Stacked a hundred bucks in this obvious
two miller show.
I can geek a audience.
Where the win at,
nigga?
Where the win at,
nigga?
What a feeling, nigga, what am I feeling?
In a courtroom,
I'm on mushrooms.
Renew the contract, that's a process.
We ain't stopping,
we ain't boxing.
Whoever locked in,
take that Glock, go squeeze, don't you ask me.
Getting mocked in the farm while I'm back there.
Few thousand, gonna turn up the assassins,
don't you ask me.
I love Mexico, I'm always keeping a D-Cord.
Take this rappin' * global,
still a D-Boy
Smell the odor comin' off,
it gettin' re-rossed
Niggas tired to the mafia like Reeboks
Bring the lean out,
bring the speed out
Bring the keys out,
bring the B's out
Bring the C's out,
we just T up
We don't T out
I can let a bitch get close to my stash house
I done seen what niggas do to a slime boss
I get the tribute and Jimmy Choo,
I feel fine now
I get the shooter clip,
let a nigga find out
Them people high now,
I can feel the vibe out
They swear they know the truth but still niggas ride out
I see my heroes on my life,
gotta log out I could've damaged this *,
I couldn't talk about it
I'm tryna manage this *,
smoke a whole pound
Had this lil' CM in,
bitch, time for the penthouse
I done built a band in,
now I know how to win now
I'ma be a friend now,
no matter how it end now
Where my twin at?
In the courtroom
With his head up
Ain't no tissue
Ain't an itchin'
Slang a pistol
It's Manual from the White P gently