Album: Without Warning (2017)
Charted: 60 35
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  • Metro Boomin want some more nigga

    Automatic (auto), automatics, in the trunk
    Shoot the maggots, shoot the maggots with the pump
    Thot and addy (thot), love the Patek on my arm (Patek)
    We got static (static), pussy nigga run your charm (hey)
    Ghostface killers (killers), Wu-Tang, 21 news gang (news)
    Drug dealers in the Mulsanne, at the top of the food chain (hey)
    Trappin' the cocaine (yeah), no gang, shooter with no name
    We can play toll games, the whole gang, kick in your door man

    Yeah, put on the Patek, poppin' xannys, I'm an addict
    Break the mattress with a baddie on the addy (smash)
    Diamonds glassy, need some glasses for the flashing, yeah
    Michael Jackson with this fashion, bitch I'm dabbin', yeah
    All of this shit on purpose got these bitches slurpin'
    All your pockets on hurting, nigga you can be my servant
    Go to the lot and young nigga don't lease it, I purchase
    After I cut off a thot I give her some money for service (here)
    Wherever I go the whole gang on go, yeah (gang)
    You cannot tame the ho because you want fame for sure (tame)
    You think that you rich 'cause you got a hundred or more
    I got an over overload, look like I just sold my soul
    I, pour up a four, a liter, I got the stripes, Adidas (stripes)
    I got a foreign mamacita and I been known to beat it (mama)
    Niggas ain't goin' defeated, we get the guns immediate
    Don't burn in the coupe, it's an Italy
    These niggas is broke and it's pitiful

    Automatic (auto), automatics, in the trunk
    Shoot the maggots, shoot the maggots with the pump
    Thot and addy (thot), love the Patek on my arm (Patek)
    We got static (static), pussy nigga run your charm (hey)
    Ghostface killers (killers), Wu-Tang, 21 news gang (news)
    Drug dealers in the Mulsanne, at the top of the food chain (hey)
    Trappin' the cocaine (yeah), no gang, shooter with no name
    We can play toll games, the whole gang, kick in your door man

    Yeah, Kim Jong, yeah big bombs (21)
    Wonder Bread man, make your bitch lick crumbs (yeah)
    Audemars Piguet flooded, got my wrist numb (bling)
    Grab the hitstick, nigga tryna blitz some'
    Dope boy, dope boy, I sell coke boy (21)
    You broke ass rappers food, it's a po boy (21)
    Everybody the same, all these niggas sound alike (dick riders)
    Fox 5 gang, turn you to a candlelight
    Bitch boy I'm a mobster, shrimp in my pasta
    Jamaican Don Dada, hang 'round the shottas
    Mad Max nigga, yeah I hang with the killers (21)
    Planet of the Apes, yeah I hang around gorillas (on god)
    I got AK, SK, HK, broad day (21)
    You a fuckboy, we ain't with the horseplay (bitch)
    Shrimp ass nigga, did you do your chores today? (21)
    Do you wanna take a ride with the coroner today? (21)

    Automatic (auto), automatics, in the trunk
    Shoot the maggots, shoot the maggots with the pump
    Thot and addy (thot), love the Patek on my arm (Patek)
    We got static (static), pussy nigga run your charm (hey)
    Ghostface killers (killers), Wu-Tang, 21 news gang (news)
    Drug dealers in the Mulsanne, at the top of the food chain (hey)
    Trappin' the cocaine (yeah), no gang, shooter with no name
    We can play toll games, the whole gang, kick in your door man

    Drop from the heavens straight in the wild (yeah)
    Trunk in the front, top gotta slide
    Ride suicides, we keep this shit alive (yeah)
    Jumping out the public houses, don't you come outside
    (Straight up)
    Private status, tryna land the jet at Magic (how you goin')
    Goin' way up, on my way to cut through traffic (what you poppin')
    Pop the seal and pop the bean, I need the balance (pop it, pop it)
    Bloody ass is what I'm seeing, it's way too graphic
    Watch your fingers 'cause the cactus dangerous (yeah)
    Broke, you ain't us, we don't speak that language
    On the couches
    Tom Cruise, I'ma make her see, she snort a mountain
    Rackades on the outfit will make her bounce it
    Good drank my life, yeah, CPR my pipe, yeah
    Please need the energy, only got a night, yeah (it's lit)
    Nike boys, we don't do three stripes (yeah)
    I'm living for my niggas that do life, yeah

    Automatic (auto), automatics, in the trunk
    Shoot the maggots, shoot the maggots with the pump
    Thot and addy (thot), love the Patek on my arm (Patek)
    We got static (static), pussy nigga run your charm (hey)
    Ghostface killers (killers), Wu-Tang, 21 news gang (news)
    Drug dealers in the Mulsanne, at the top of the food chain (hey)
    Trappin' the cocaine (yeah), no gang, shooter with no name
    We can play toll games, the whole gang, kick in your door man Lyrics licensed and provided by LyricFind

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