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 obvioustwo 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-BoySmell the odor comin' off,it gettin' re-rossedNiggas tired to the mafia like ReeboksBring the lean out,bring the speed outBring the keys out,bring the B's outBring the C's out,we just T upWe don't T outI can let a bitch get close to my stash houseI done seen what niggas do to a slime bossI get the tribute and Jimmy Choo,I feel fine nowI get the shooter clip,let a nigga find outThem people high now,I can feel the vibe outThey swear they know the truth but still niggas ride outI see my heroes on my life,gotta log out I could've damaged this *,I couldn't talk about itI'm tryna manage this *,smoke a whole poundHad this lil' CM in,bitch, time for the penthouseI done built a band in,now I know how to win nowI'ma be a friend now,no matter how it end nowWhere my twin at?In the courtroomWith his head upAin't no tissueAin't an itchin'Slang a pistolIt's Manual from the White P gently