Thru The Metal

Stop claiming that you hard lil boy yeen no steppa
Tryna get some stripes he be slow dancing with the devil
Ion know why she mad I said im heartless when I met her
Really blowing bags man I prolly shoulda kept her
This FN really plastic so I snuck it thru the metal
Typing crazy one screen but he was silent when I met him
Aint no time for games no I cant fit you on my schedule
We hop onna plane when I come back then we gone catch him

Tag me on your story only time you gone get at me
Give my dawg a 10 he turn yo birthday to a track meet
Heard yo bah was choosing I might take her to the backseat
Miami with the gang dont step too close you know we pack heat
Red eye
I might slide with some Haitians they hop out with that fye and if he running they gone chase him
Rasta
Dreads hanging when he baked him 50 onna sticky tell lil biddy to erase him
Diamonds dancing fendi fresh used to be fila stepping in this bih
Stop allat flexing and flaujing lil boy you know who really Richh
Late night im tossing and turning I gotta make it in this shit
Before I take another L ill throw 250 on my wrist
And before I leave the house I brush my teeth and grab the stick
Cause I know its niggas out there who dont want me to exist
Young n turnt I feel like Pringles cause im stacking up the chips
Really started from the bottom ran it up man im legit

Stop claiming that you hard lil boy yeen no steppa
Tryna get some stripes he be slow dancing with the devil
Ion know why she mad I said im heartless when I met her
Really blowing bags man I prolly shoulda kept her
This FN really plastic so I snuck it thru the metal
Typing crazy one screen but he was silent when I met him
Aint no time for games no I cant fit you on my schedule
We hop onna plane when I come back then we gone catch him



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Writer(s): Jonathan Petree
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