Metro

[Verse 1] Riverside Ave, copped a ball Hit the bowl with the window cracked Passed out hit this hoe up she ain't hit me back So I got up outta Dodge cuz these niggas jack And ion even wear a seat belt I ain't never strapped Stupid nigga prolly hit me for a fucking black So I hit the back road to my nigga crib He smoking good, I'm tryna get it how my nigga live Hoping this potent in my throat open my nigga ears We get too throwed expose our fears and all end up in tears Get it together hit the corner for another beer A couple crackers in Impala on my fucking rear I had to cut the AC up cuz it got hot in here And we can smoke another blunt but nigga not in here I swear these bitches only love my for my knotty hair I shave my head and cut my beard I'll prolly disappear One hand on the wheel while I fix the mirror Two blunts in the air nigga That's a pair You know the feeling when you thuggin don't nothing compare And you ain't gotta aim at nothing just but in The air Three young black niggas tryna' get there 4 times for the Ville this shit real R.I.P. GT this shit real He ain't make it this far ain't shit fair Yeah [Bridge] I was on my dick dawg I was thinking maybe we could get rich dawg I wrote a song for yo bitch dawg Maybe she can bust it open for a big dawg [Hook] Smoke good eat good like a big dawg Dream big die hard like a big dawg Live free drive fast like a big dawg Rubber band on a stack like a big dawg May she can throw it back for a big dawg Maybe she can throw it back for a big dawg Maybe she can throw it back for a big dawg Maybe she can throw it back for a big dawg [Verse 2] Riding paranoid in a rental with six niggas Six empty bottles just killing a nigga liver Sick I had to vomit a taco and conch fritters Them coppers won't fuck with us in the bottom cuz we chillin' Had to divorce a swisher, split it fill it with Christmas Then hit it forget my sentence like dammit I should've writ it Dammit my nigga jiggin, his eyes remind me of Riddick I can't let his momma see him she a different type of Christian Hope his father forgive us, he told us we didn't listen Too busy taking risk and forgetting what we was given My niggas think I'm tripping cuz I spend my time spittin' but I promise if they hear it They'd see I'm tryna' get a pocket full of politicians countin' all my new friends Tryna' make a proposition on a all-black new Benz All that new money tie up all my loose ends I bet a hundred thousand pay for all my new sins [Bridge] [Hook]