Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na I think them niggas is scared of us They flexing but only for cameras I embarrass 'em If Young Metro don't trust you, I'm gon' shoot you I think them niggas is scared of us Flexing but only for cameras Nothing these niggas could do to us Who the fuck can they compare to us? Nothing these niggas could say to us I let 'em stare if they stare at us Look at my chain, I embarrass 'em Fuck it, it ain't no comparison These niggas ain't catching up to us I swear these niggas need stamina I broke her heart in a paragraph, turned to a thottie to care it up Now that bitch feel so embarrassing Diamonds be dancing, I blur it up Your shit is fake, you can't swear to it I know you fronting, you panicking, I get dressed up like a mannequin Put on a fit and embarrass 'em, it's so embarrassing I put this beat on my body list Metro a beast, yeah he bodied it, they tried to give me a stylist I told 'em I'm good, yo you wylin' I got sick of wearing Versace, I want red bottoms Don't let me get in a fight with 'em One of them spikes and I might hit him I'm from the jungle, say that you fuck with gorillas I know that you niggas be lying I gotta stay humble, that's why I fuck with the realest I swear I put that on the Bible You stuck in your feelings, say I'm fucking on your bitch And you should've never ever wifed her That's word to my mother, if a nigga take my bitch, fuck it I'ma find another lover, we flex on each other Cuban dripping on my wrist, I could put whatever on the other That's word to my mother I think them niggas is scared of us Flexing but only for cameras Nothing these niggas could do to us Who the fuck can they compare to us Nothing these niggas could say to us I let 'em stare if they stare at us Look at my chain I embarrass 'em Fuck it, it ain't no comparison I think them niggas is scared of us Flexing but only for cameras Nothing these niggas could do to us Who the fuck can they compare to us Nothing these niggas could say to us I let 'em stare if they stare at us Look at my chain I embarrass 'em Fuck it, it ain't no comparison You gotta be kidding me Most of my shit come from Italy, W up, make 'em sick of me Ice on my pinky too glittery Pass on a show, it ain't shit to me I keep a blicky, just in case a nigga with me ain't with me And I see a enemy, everything litty Plus my fingers kinda sticky from rolling up that icky icky Them cookies be hitting Beam came with the strap, ladder hanging off of that Yeah I get too attatched I ain't fucking with the Act', I be tripping off of that I'ma keep it a stack Mike Amiri's on me stretch But I'm holding all this bread, I'ma keep me a bag They was saying I was next Ever since I hit the booth and I jumped on a track I think them niggas is scared of us Flexing but only for cameras Nothing these niggas could do to us Who the fuck can they compare to us Nothing these niggas could say to us I let 'em stare if they stare at us Look at my chain I embarrass 'em Fuck it, it ain't no comparison I think them niggas is scared of us Flexing but only for cameras Nothing these niggas could do to us Who the fuck can they compare to us Nothing these niggas could say to us I let 'em stare if they stare at us Look at my chain I embarrass 'em Fuck it, it ain't no comparison Ain't no comparison Fuck it, it ain't no comparison Look at my chain, it's embarrassing I'm flexing on 'em, embarrassing Flexing on 'em, so embarrassing Look at my chain, it's embarrassing If Young Metro don't trust, you I'm gon' shoot you

I took her on a baecation She fell in love with the way I tasted I fell in love with the way she take it Go down on it girl, I know you wanna taste it I took her on a baecation We ain't even really dating I spent a long time waiting Go down on me girl, I'm running out of patience My name is Artist, I can draw shit She be all up in my phone, she just wanna start shit She will not leave me alone till I take her shopping Louis bag with a stash and her Birkin wallet Yeah, let's go on a baecation Baby, we can go to Vegas and change locations Don't you worry bout a hater, they gon' keep hating They sendin' shots, I just dodge like I'm in the Matrix Used to school park in the Uber Now we taking flights, spending nights in Aruba I hope we can do a lot of things, fuck the rumors On the beach, Henny Coladas in the cooler All the hoes gon' follow, understand that If you end up heart broken I didn't plan that I wanna take you so far I don't know where to begin at Baby girl at least you know where my head at So, I took her on a baecation She fell in love with the way I tasted I fell in love with the way she take it Go down on me girl, I know you wanna taste it I took her on a baecation We ain't even really dating I spent a long time Go down on me girl, I know you want I could put you on, I won't do you wrong baby You know what you're doing, I just hope you don't play me Louis Vuitton don, you know I be going crazy Go to San Juan, put you on the front page and If they hate girl, fuck 'em they can stay hating You can whip the Benzi, let 'em watch us racing and When they hear me on the radio station They gon' wish they was you but I ain't replacing My bitch so expensive She listen to me but she never listen They tried to push me off my pivot but I'm never tripping She never bitch and love to kick it, Rose sipping I fuck with you but girl don't get it twisted It's money over everything so I be getting chicken I'm hard to get with so they never got the cash, be slipping Put you on a private jet, fuck a plane ticket So, I took her on a baecation She fell in love with the way I tasted I fell in love with the way she take it Go down on me girl, I know you wanna taste it I took her on a baecation We ain't even really dating I spent a long time Go down on me girl, I know you want

I don't need love, that shit is so, so petty Don't you go tweet 'bout it, we could speak 'bout it if you really, really with me Growin' up bein' in the gas stations, in the CVSs gettin' gifties, yeah And if you really my nigga, word to mother, we gon' split it 50-50, yeah (JoeFromYO) They call me a SoundCloud boy, they stealin' my sound now, boy I feel like I'm really the king in my city, I got the crown now, boy Two .38s on the side of me, lookin' like a cowboy, yeah Niggas be actin' like bitches, I might as well just call you tomboys Don't play with me, .38 on me, and I'm feelin' so, so special Niggas is lucky I'm busy gettin' money 'cause I really coulda left you Pull up in my hoodie on the scene, so, so scary I prolly got more Mike Amiri jeans than Mike Amiri, yeah, beasty, used to lurk in the bushes Now when I open my eyes I look in the sky, hopin' I make it to Heaven You can have family ties, all rats gotta die, you can still be a dub if you tellin' And even if it was my cousin, it is a dub, fuck it, just knock off his melon I swear I don't need love, that shit is so, so petty Don't you go tweet about it, we could speak about it if you really, really with me Pull up in my hoodie on the scene, so, so scary Prolly got more Mike Amiri jeans than Mike Amiri Heard they wanna catch me lackin', oh, please (oh, please) Yeah, they don't know I'm really odee ('dee) Niggas rattin', eatin' on cheese (cheese) Just free the real until they all free (mm) Hoodie on, rockin' long sleeves, uh-uh, Richard Mille make my wrist bleed, mmm-mmm Lamborghini car keys, vroom-vroom, I don't know why they actin' like they G'd up, hmm-mmm Wipe a nigga nose like he sneezin', hmm-mmm, go to Elliot for Aquafina, huh-uh Chain lookin' like a hockey puck, hmm, like a freezer, hmm You told me never say never, then you told me you would never get me set up (yeah) But love is a set-up already, shoulda said, "I love you" to a Bentley (mmm) I know niggas that ain't even graduate can't leave the country, they felons already But fuck it, at least they know better, any nigga could tell ain't no tellin' I done seen niggas tell on they brother, 'em niggas was there for you when you were strugglin' I done seen niggas love on they bitch and go kiss her and hug her right after she suckin' dick And you gotta watch out for niggas that's watchin' your money, watch who you get money with And don't you compete with your own gang, no, don't you go be on no funny shit 'Cause niggas'll tell on they whole gang 'cause they was jealous, so jealous, yeah I was addicted to Balmain, I did every Amiri denim (yeah) I'm not a regular person, I threw away all my Margielas (yeah) Got a closet with nothin' but fly shit, trendsetter from my hat to my sweater, yeah-yeah I swear I don't need love, that shit is so, so petty Don't you go tweet about it, we could speak about it if you really, really with me Pull up in my hoodie on the scene, so, so scary Prolly got more Mike Amiri jeans than Mike Amiri Hoodie on, rockin' long sleeves, uh-uh Richard Mille make my wrist bleed, uh-uh Lamborghini car keys, vroom-vroom

Grrah Aah Grrah, grrah, boom Grrah, grrah, boom (Grrah) Niggas chattin' like I don't do what? (Like I don't do what?) If he front, he get hit in his gut (grrah) Keep a nine on my hip 'cause I swear that I'm clutch Watch her slob on my dick while I hold on her bun, like (while I hold on her bun) He sneak dissin', that nigga a bum (that nigga a bum) Pop out at dark, all he seen was the gun (all he seen was a gun) On sight, I'ma blick 'cause I know he gon' run ('cause I know he gon' run) It get tact' where I stay, better tote you a gun, like (better tote you a mop) Bitch, it's OG's or no G's (bitch, it's OG's) Hop out and I 'oot like Ginóbli (grrah, grrah) Rest in peace Diddy, he clutch like he Kobe She poppin' her titty, she don't even know me (she don't even know me) I don't care 'bout no he say, she say (like what?) Why that goofy put me in a song? I can't wait 'til I catch little DThang I let that heat sing, now he in a song (now he in a wrap) Watch these opp niggas put this on replay (put this on replay) Watch a opp nigga run like it's relay (like it's relay) Stackin' hunnids on hunnids, then replay (then replay) Have our way with the money, my team payed (Grrah, grrah) If he movin' wild, get to packin' like Green Bay (like Green Bay) Bitches act if they just wanna meet gang (like what?) Off the 'migo, she actin' a fool (she actin' a fool) Holy moly, we might need a room (we might need a what?) Hit her once but I won't hit her twice (I won't hit her twice) Missed him once but I won't miss him twice (won't miss him twice) Bullets hittin' him harder than Mike (harder than Mike) Shootin' movies, I'm feelin' like Spike (feelin' like Spike) Opp thought, 'cause the beatin' like Ike They say that we sweet, come see what it's like (what it's like) I bet he won't leave with his life If not, I bet he won't sleep for some nights (uh-huh) Smoochies off Henny, they geekin' all night (uh-huh) She get low, watch her shake it like Riri (like Riri) 42, 'migo's got her actin' 'eaky He put on a show, we aimin' at his figi Pour a deuce, watch it drop in the Fiji Niggas broke and all them niggas needy (niggas needy) Catch 'em lackin', we gon' do 'em greazy (greazy) Niggas chattin' like I don't do what? (Like huh?) If he front, he get hit in his gut (grrah, grrah) Keep a nine on my hip 'cause I swear that I'm clutch (swear) Watch her slob on my dick while I hold on her bun, like (hold on her bun) He sneak dissin', that nigga a bum (nigga a bum) Pop out at dark, all he seen was the gun (seen was the gun) On sight, I'ma blick 'cause I know he gon' run It get tack where I stay, better tote you a gun, like (better tote you a mop) Bitch, it's OG's or no G's (bitch, it's OG's) Hop out and I 'oot like Ginóbli Rest in peace Diddy, he clutch like he Kobe She poppin' her titty, she don't even know me I don't care 'bout no he say, she say Why that goofy put me in a song? (Like what?) I can't wait 'til I catch little DThang I let that heat sing, now he in a song (grrah, grrah, boom) Grrah, grrah, boom Why that goofy put me in a song? (Grrah) Thottie shakin', get it in her thong Like, thottie shakin', got her in her thong

It was love at first sight I know From the way she looked at me Her eyes said it all Long days and nights, we spent (grrrah) Until she dropped the bomb on me (grrrah, grrrah, uh huh) When she said that she Was unhappily married with children And I wish I never— I like how you look in them jeans Might go and just get a Celine We ballin', this shit not a dream Like Spalding, this shit showin' green I-I make it happen, for the team Dior fabric, lookin' clean She actin' bad, I get to clappin', like All you gon' hear is her scream She act bad, she got the ass in the booth Off the Migos and D'us', she gon do what she do, like They know how we step, she go left, better move right In my cup it be topped, baby girl I don't do, like Come and party and see what the goons like It's a movie, we gon' get drunk and then fuck in Jacuzzi Lil' shorty a cutie, the one that keep shaking the jatt with the tat on the booty She gon' get low and then give me that skully Ski mask, .40 on me and my hoodie Icy, let a nigga try to book me That's what she like, she know I ain't no rookie Catch an opp, I turn into a bully B-b-back out and hit him with this fully And she gon' eat me just 'cause how I'm lookin' Dreads hang low, how they lookin', like I might give her a ten, look Shittin' on bitches again Shakin' her hips, goin' in She a baddie, with her friend Let her do what she do She feelin' good, do not fuck up her mood I-it get tact, just watch how you move New chop kick like it got a boot I like how you look in them jeans Might go and just get a Celine We ballin', this shit not a dream Like Spalding, this shit showin' green I-I make it happen, for the team Dior fabric, lookin' clean She actin' bad, I get to clappin', like All you gon' hear is her scream Okay, that nigga, he lit Off the Migos she gon take off with me O-o-okay, look both ways Shorty a cutie, might slide first base Put the tail on the booty It's a booty, it's a beauty Let's get into it, shit wet, like Jacuzzi My guns being choosy Got guns, Call of Duty Money in my pocket, he ain't fit in Ksubis Doing myself, don't need no army If you need me, just come call me What-what-what, tryna fuck-fuck-fuck Brr, buh-buh-buh, got sticks and drums My favorite style, yeah shit be doggy Offer dick, yeah, dick you froggy Huh-huh-huh, you a slut-slut-slut? Made her cum, actin' bad for what? I like how you look in them jeans Might go and just get a Celine We ballin', this shit not a dream Like Spalding, this shit showin' green I-I make it happen, for the team Dior fabric, lookin' clean She actin' bad, I get to clappin', like All you gon' hear is her scream Put the tail on her booty It's a booty, it's a beauty Wuh-wuh-wuh-wuh Brr, buh-buh-buh, wuh-wuh-wuh (Oh) Tryna fuck-fuck-fuck-fuck Tryna fuck-fuck-fuck-fuck (grrrah, grrrah, grrrah-grrrah)

(Glo made that beat?) Grrah Grrah-grrah Look Fuck all the opps we gon'— First nigga seen, we gon' click at his hat Fed's on our ass but we makin' it— Look Fuck all the opps, spin the front and the back If we catch a opp lackin', we click at his hat Feds on our ass but we makin' it tact' Perc' bussin', I'm geekin', I cannot relax He lovin' that thot but we hit in the trap If he throw up a Y then he meetin' his death I'ma tweak on a bitch if she droppin' the set Pour a deuce in the Faygo, I sip for the stress If he movin' wock then I'm bound to react Bullets beat on his chest and then come out his back Who lookin' for me? They know where I'm at He come through my way, put the beam on his chest I be tryna trust, she keep lyin' to me Bitches out here, they be dyin' to meet Everywhere that I go, keep the iron on me I'm too deep in this shit, niggas plottin' on me One in the head, heard they slidin' on me You get caught at the light then I'm flockin' the V I see the opps, I ain't coppin' a plea I got new opps I been dyin' to meet If he up it on me, then you dyin' with me No, I ain't gon' play, I'm gon' up it and flame Niggas talkin' on bro, make him dance like he Dane And he hit the floor, put some feets on his brain I don't need to be broke to go snatch me a chain I don't need me a pill to go put in some pain Big Die Y, we ain't jackin' that gang If he scream RPT then we lettin' it flame We get money, we get tipsy It get ugly, clips empty So don't try to run, 'cause, on bro, it get risky He could run, if he run, I'ma turn him to Ricky Get the addy, we right at his doormat First one come to the door, make 'em fall back Young shooters, I swear that they on that They get it done and they spin in the four pack Try to step in my shoes, that shit give you the chills Got a mil' in my name, everything is a mil' I ain't dissin' no more, labels tellin' me, "Chill" So just read in between, give a fuck how you feel If he mention the dead then he flyin' with Dub I ain't speak on the dead 'cause I really got love Oh they linked in the back? Then the feature a dub Now look One false move then I'm blastin' this bitch Like, one quick spin, yeah, we clappin' 'em quick If you scream the wrong gang we ain't havin' that shit Gotta stay on one side, gotta die with that clique And when I come around niggas laughin' and shit But when I'm not around they be chattin' and shit Never settle for nothin', gotta keep it buggin' If she try to line, I'ma die with the bitch Grrah-grrah, bow-bow, bussin' and shit GBGs, DOA, up in this shit Ain't no love in this bitch, give a fuck who you with Big EBK, give a fuck who you is Fuck all the opps, spin the front and the back If we catch a opp lackin', we click at his hat Feds on our ass but we makin' it tact' Perc' bussin', I'm geekin', I cannot relax He lovin' that thot but we hit in the trap If he throw up a Y then he meetin' his death I'ma tweak on a bitch if she droppin' the set Pour a deuce in the Faygo, I sip for the stress If they droppin' a O then we keep it official Fuck Die Y, we gon' geek on this shit Lets geek on the bitch That's big Die Y, we gon' geek on this shit

Que lo que, what's the word? Que tu hace, what we doin'? We spot a opp, get to shootin' But do 'em like Wasca, what we boomin' We makin' movies, so don't walk up Niggas hidin' and shit, they ain't stupid Pop out the cut, how we do it He don't got no drills, but he make good music Like, she tryna come to my casa 'Cause she tryna give me that culo And it's still, "Free Flocka" out the you know Hit and quit it, we can't fall for no group ho I'm the one, number uno Just havin' fun, let a few go Hit it good, make her scream Papi Chulo .40 flip a nigga like a Sumo When we on that block, tiro Niggas hidin' and shit when he sendin' When we catch a opp, tiro Shot from the Glock got 'em limpin' Niggas be actin' like Deebo He don't see what I see, though Shooter wit' me and I call him Carlito Tiro Grrah, tiro Tiro I'm too crafty, like, who wanna see that I keep it on me, I don't need a b-bag We like 4 deep, we got three straps Shorty on me, throw that thin' back One of the bros be the watchout If we catch a opp, he get clocked out Bullets hit hard, that's a knockout We say 'tiro, then let a shot out He act bad, then I'm backin' him down And then after that, ain't no gettin' up There go my cup, pass me my soda Pour up that lean, 'cause I can't get enough And she used to move wocky Hit it from the side, got her callin' me Papi Get to the money, these niggas broke And this is for all the opp niggas that watch me When we on that block, tiro Niggas hidin' and shit when he sendin' When we catch a opp, tiro Shot from the Glock got 'em limpin' Niggas be actin' like Deebo He don't see what I see, though Shooter wit' me and I call him Carlito Tiro Grrah, tiro Tiro