[Intro]
Yeah
Got my nigga Ray in this bitch with me, know that (Nick on the track)
Yeah
Yeah
Uh-huh
[Chorus]
Metro ashes in this Rolls-Royce truck, I'm fried as hell
If that ain't racks up in heaven, send my ass to hell
We could start a seafood restaurant, we got plenty shells
In other words, when it's hammer time, bitch, we got plenty nails
Permanent bags up under my eyes 'cause I was slept on
Bitch, I got pain up in my words, that's from that warzone
Ain't no time to pout, bitch, take your ass home
Hit the block, put one up top, and put it to his dome
[Verse]
They should call me Ricky Bobby 'causе if you ain't first, you're last
I got a cougar in the car while I do thе dash
They ain't put me on XXL yet, but I got plenty mags
Fun fact, I'd never cap in my Chrome Hearts hat
Back from the nineties and I brought me a beeper
251 with Metro reefer
You my peer, but we're not equal
There's one me, it can't be no sequel
Get me some drank and I stack it like Bitcoin
My name not Ross, I'm just rocking this Rick Owens
With an Asian bitch smoking doing-doing
Matty on her doing-doing
Pressure and poverty got me popping
I was taught go and they telling me stop it
Hit that show, then hit the bank
I got Tussy in my tank
Twenty-three when they buy his face
Britney tryna be my bae
Hurricane Chris, "A Bay Bay"
I'ma buy a switch today
Started selling Karo back in 2016
I bought some bullshit pints and put the stamp up on them bitches
Them niggas coming back 'cause they don't know what this shit is
Plus if a nigga try me, I'ma put it to his ribs
Number (N)ine jersey, this the brand, this how I live
Finna punch a nigga with the Glock, get his kids
I fuck with Rio, free the ghetto
Twenty-four, I'm a bossy young fellow
Seen this bitch and I'm like, "Hello"
I put Dior on my toes
He talking shit from a safe place, he need to give it up
RP stamped up on my pill, that's why I'm itching, duh
Poured up a four in a two, duh
Jimbo, get your ass back to the house, it's time to pour this mud
Sally in this bitch making ice while I get the cups
Suzie P washing all the dishes while I'm pouring up
How the fuck you got all these opps up in your song and you ain't killed one?
Folks was already on his heels, he couldn't grab his gun
Blue strips, count the shit up with my fucking blood
Give a nigga chills how you seen him get it out the mud
Hit my head hard, I seen the reaper, but I ain't cry once
I'ma need that boy Evel Knievel, I'm 'bout to catch 'em stunting
AP skeleton two-tone, I'm finna buy me one
I'm tired of fucking bougie sister, I need the trifling one
He thinking of dissing on the net, he must wanna die or something
Tryna give me a thousand for a feature, you must be high or something
Busting off that long white pill, that shit boot me up
I got my own buzz, I don't need to hang around your cuz
It was 2Trill from the jump, so it's 2Trill when I finish up
High as hell, dropped the Glock out my pocket, hear a loud thud
3 AM, northside of Long Beach, I'm with my Mexican
I'ma need a long Maybach to have some sex up in
Baby girl, why the fuck would I wife you up and you fucked my kin?
Matter fact, get the fuck up out my face and go fuck my friend
[Chorus]
Metro ashes in this Rolls-Royce truck, I'm fried as hell (Phew)
If that ain't racks up in heaven, send my ass to hell (Phew)
We could start a seafood restaurant, we got plenty shells (Dig?)
In other words, when it's hammer time, bitch, we got plenty nails (Phew)
Permanent bags up under my eyes 'cause I was slept on (I was slept on)
Bitch, I got pain up in my words, that's from that warzone (From that war)
Ain't no time to pout, bitch, take your ass home (Take it home)
Hit the block, put one up top, and put it to his dome (To his dome)
[Outro]
Yeah, nigga
2T shit
Yeah