MetroNORTH
Shinju
Ooh, bitch
Eso, eso
On the Metro-North
Finna go and get fucked up
Big ass boots, hella racks
And I got some drugs
Count the stars in the sky
On my way up
It's no way I can stand
I'm too clamped up
I can barely fuckin' move
And I'm barely breathin'
Walk up on me wrong
And my blade unsheathin'
You know me and Sherif
We be night time creepin'
I'm way too far in this shit
Way too deep in
Bitch, I said I'm
Way too deep in
Walk up in the party and
I'm already geekin'
Gotta get these racks
I could never sleep in
They tell me I'll repent
But that's some I don't believe in
And we speedin' down
The interstate
I-95 think I'll
Pull off at exit 8
6 zeros in my bank account
Bitch I'm feelin' great
Now I'm just lookin' for the 7
I hit the straight
5, 6, 7, 8, 9
I just hit the straight and the pot is all mine
Up in that DeLorean goin' back in time
Hoe you know
I be tweakin'
See me in public
You know they be shriekin'
Too much to lose so the
Glocks what I choose
And I'll never go broke
Boy yo life is a joke
On the Metro-North
Finna go and get fucked up
Big ass boots, hella racks
And I got some drugs
Count the stars in the sky
On my way up
It's no way I can stand
I'm too clamped up
I can barely fuckin' move
And I'm barely breathin'
Walk up on me wrong
And my blade unsheathin'
You know me and Sherif
We be night time creepin'
I'm way too far in this shit
Way too deep in
Bitch I'm feelin' great
Fucked up
Night time creepin'
Ooh, bitch
Eso, eso
On the Metro-North
Finna go and get fucked up
Big ass boots, hella racks
And I got some drugs
Count the stars in the sky
On my way up
It's no way I can stand
I'm too clamped up
I can barely fuckin' move
And I'm barely breathin'
Walk up on me wrong
And my blade unsheathin'
You know me and Sherif
We be night time creepin'
I'm way too far in this shit
Way too deep in
Bitch, I said I'm
Way too deep in
Walk up in the party and
I'm already geekin'
Gotta get these racks
I could never sleep in
They tell me I'll repent
But that's some I don't believe in
And we speedin' down
The interstate
I-95 think I'll
Pull off at exit 8
6 zeros in my bank account
Bitch I'm feelin' great
Now I'm just lookin' for the 7
I hit the straight
5, 6, 7, 8, 9
I just hit the straight and the pot is all mine
Up in that DeLorean goin' back in time
Hoe you know
I be tweakin'
See me in public
You know they be shriekin'
Too much to lose so the
Glocks what I choose
And I'll never go broke
Boy yo life is a joke
On the Metro-North
Finna go and get fucked up
Big ass boots, hella racks
And I got some drugs
Count the stars in the sky
On my way up
It's no way I can stand
I'm too clamped up
I can barely fuckin' move
And I'm barely breathin'
Walk up on me wrong
And my blade unsheathin'
You know me and Sherif
We be night time creepin'
I'm way too far in this shit
Way too deep in
Bitch I'm feelin' great
Fucked up
Night time creepin'
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Writer(s): Ivan Aleksandrov
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