| Huh
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| Metro, let’s try something (tho)
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| It’s Drop top
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| It’s Gucci
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| Huh, yeah
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| If Young Metro don’t trust you, I’m gon' shoot you
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| Go
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| I’m a ex con, used to sell crack at the Texaco
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| Known for toting guns and it’s what I’m on probation for
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| Had a murder charge, but they ain’t found me guilty though
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| Keep my head on a swivel, 'cause I robbed a couple folks
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| And you can call me anything, but you can’t call me broke, though
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| Was damn near 300 pounds, but I lost the weight, though
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| 300 pounds of mid-grade, I took it 'cross the state, though
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| Got a bunch of tattoos, don’t ask my why I got them, though
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| Got a lot of loved ones, but they ain’t here today, though
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| Really miss my homeboy, he in a early grave, though
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| Gucci Mane a troublemaker, I’m trying to behave, though
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| Niggas keep on trying me, I think they feelin' brave, though
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| People say they cloned me because I changed my ways, though
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| I fly the dope in on a drone for the pesos
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| All about the bucks bro, but this ain’t Tampa Bay, though
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| I’m a livin' legend, I do magic with the draco
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| In the Peach State, but I’m sellin' Cali grapes, though
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| And Arizona mid-grade, I swear my life is great, bro
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| Gucci Mane and Metro, exclusive Jordan retro
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| I was sellin' half a O trappin' at the Zesto
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| Aye wassup bruh, ride with me somewhere (Yo)
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| (Huh?)
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| Yeah, I told the nigga «Meet me at the Zesto» (Dope)
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| He want a half of one (Go)
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| Gucci super cutthroat, but I was born broke though
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| Didn’t have a pot to piss, so I wanted to throw it out, so Niggas talk sideways, I hit him in his mouth though
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| Who you think you talking to? |
| I had to stomp your mouth, bro
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| Baby got a pretty face but I just want the mouth though
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| You ain’t come to suck me up, then what you in the house for?
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| Brand new Air Max and they ain’t even out though
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| Drippin' sauce excessively and it ain’t even called for
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| If the jewelry ain’t blindin' me, then what it even about for?
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| Niggas want to sign to me, but I can’t even vouch for
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| Back to back with Ralo, and we ain’t even deep though
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| How yo clique compare to mines and y’all ain’t even street though?
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| New tape alert
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| New watch alert
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| New whip alert
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| Brr, brr
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| If Young Metro don’t trust you, I’m gon' shoot you
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| It’s Wizop, drop top |