If Young Metro don't trust you, I'm gon' shoot you

She thicker than Hannah Montana
I fuck on that bitch with a Gucci bandanna
2018 the Porsche Panamera
I got some racks on me, bitch ain't no scammer (Racks)
She let me dig in her gut like an animal (Damn)
I drop a deuce and a four in the Fanta (Uh)
Mister Young Gunna, I came from Atlanta (Yup)
I been drippin', shit you gon' need an umbrella, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Marc Jacob jacket, this expensive leather
It's so many Percs got me floatin' like a feather
Fuck that hoe hard then write her no letter
I been goin' hard feel like I been getting better
Got a Goyard, 'bout to fill it with cheddar (Racks)
I don't want talk, bitch, don't give me no lecture
Bitch, I'm a boss and you know I can't let up

I can only do it for a profit (Yeah)
Only hit the bank for deposit (Oh)
Racks and designer my wallet (Oh)
Some bad bitches waiting in the lobby (Lobby)
Taking off on these lames like a rocket (Like a rocket)
Gettin' cash and the thang is a hobby (Than is a hobby)
Valentino all over my body (My body)

Like ooh, don't wanna talk, ooh
Lil' bitch just give me them drawers (Hello)
Told her I don't want a stall, ooh
Better lick the tip and lick the balls, ooh
In front of your friends, I said pause, ooh (Yeah, ho)
In front of your bitch I said uh, vroom (Ayy)
Gunna and I back to back with the drops
So many diamonds, I flooded the rocks (Skrrt)
Gucci my sweater and Gucci my socks (Socks)
The guap, it won't stop, Maison my flip flop
Boy, you need to stop, you wifin' a thot
Your bitch play hop scotch, just with my whole squad
Got boys on the block that whippin' that pot
Don't wanna talk money, I get that a lot
That bitch that you with, boy, I hit that a lot (Yeah)
She got a lick that gon' stick to the car (Yeah)
Ooh, ooh, put it in her spine (Ayy)
Ooh, suck it up, make her go blind (Ooh)
Ooh, ooh, smokin' on pack
Ooh, my lil' bitch so fine
Ooh, ooh, favorite color lime
Oops, my bad, favorite color slime (Slatt)
Had to let go of my bad bitch, yeah
But I still never dropped the dimes (Slatt)
Had to downgrade to a nine (Ooh)
My new bitch own a 30
Shot a fuck nigga then act like I'm blind
Dumbass nigga you had better read the signs
Dud ass nigga better not cross the line
Pull up with my niggas and none of 'em kind
Pull up with your niggas and none of 'em ride
Pull up that SLS, doors suicide
Red on my Hellcat, blue Benjie diet
Paramore rockstar, let's have a riot
Nowadays I'm the man, I try to fight it
Ain't touch her, she wet, man, that girl too excited
She gave me top, the cum made me silent
She gave me brain, turn me to a psychic
Lil Uzi, yeah

I can only do it for a profit (Yeah)
Only hit the bank for deposit (Oh)
Racks and designer my wallet (Yeah)
Some bad bitches waitin' in the lobby
Takin' off on these lames like a rocket
Gettin' cash and the thang is a hobby
Valentino all over my body