21 Savage, Offset, Metro Boomin, Travis Scott — Ghostface Killers
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Metro Boomin want some more, nigga (Hey)
Automatic (Auto), automatics (Yeah), in the trunk (Pew)
Shoot the maggots (Pew-pew), shoot the maggots with the pump (Hey)
Thot and addy (Thot), love the Patek on my arm (Patek, uh)
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 names
We can play toll games, the whole gang, kick in your door, man
Yeah, put on the Patek, poppin’ Xanny, I’m an addict (Poppin’)
Break the mattress with a baddie on the Addy (Smash)
Diamonds glassy, need some glasses for the flashes, yeah
Michael Jackson with this fashion, bitch, I’m dabbin’, yeah
I do this shit on purpose, got these bitches slurpin’ (Woah)
Aw, your pockets on hurting? Nigga, you can be my servant (Woo, woo)
Go to the lot and young nigga don’t lease it, I purchase (Purchase)
After I cut off a thot, I give her some money for services (Here)
Wherever I go, the whole gang on go (Gang), yeah
You cannot tame the ho because she want fame for sure (Tame)
You think that you rich ’cause you got a hundred or more (Who?)
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 (Who?), we get the guns immediate (Brrt)
Don’t burn in the coupe, it’s an Italy (Italy)
You niggas is broke and it’s pitiful (Hey)
Automatic (Auto), automatics (Yeah), in the trunk (Pew)
Shoot the maggots (Pew-pew), shoot the maggots with the pump (Hey)
Thot and addy (Thot), love the Patek on my arm (Patek, uh)
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 names
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 somethin’
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 (Yeah), in the trunk (Pew)
Shoot the maggots (Pew-pew), shoot the maggots with the pump (Hey)
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 names
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 (Woo)
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’? It’s lit)
Goin’ way up out my way to cut the traffic (What you poppin’? Yeah)
Pop the seal and pop the bean, I need the balance (Pop it, pop it, What you seein’?)
Bloody asses 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 (Alright)
On the couches
Tom Cruise, I’ma make her see, she snort a mountain
Rackades on the outfit’ll 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 (Yeah), in the trunk (Pew)
Shoot the maggots (Pew-pew), shoot the maggots with the pump (Hey)
Thot and addy (Thot), love the Patek on my arm (Patek, uh)
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 names
We can play toll games, the whole gang, kick in your door, man
