Metro Wave

Want it to sound right Narcos music Coke Wave Boys Ace, Bigger Bell, Don Montego Metro Fuck with this shit right here, though We don't give a fuck, let's go Yeah, park the double-R (double-R), bring the truck out (truck out) Bitch is bulletproof, I got my nuts out Ask about the don, I bring the sluts out Them niggas luckin' up (up), you niggas luckin' out (bye-bye) Fuck with the style, you must be buggin' out (buggin' out) I did a seven ball (seven ball), I had to thug it out (thug it out) Flooded out, bring the Louis luggage out (bring it out, baby) This bitch is flirtin', I'm 'bout to come to your house (I am) Unbutton her blouse (blouse), I'm 'bout to fuck her mouth (her mouth) She 'bout to make a play, I'ma come on the couch It's lobsters, shrimp, I'm done with the pouch (done) We run New York, but I fuck with the south (ow) You hate me, new AP, ooh, baby, new Mercedes New paper, new caper, new blazer, look what you made me Tryna screw you, get 'em drippy Sippin' 60, made a mil' on day three I ain't got a chance, y'all won't give me no more Look at what became of me (Montana) Silk tops, three-piece suits, sip more juice (haan) 'Rari trucks and Bent' coupes, got no roof (skrrt) And 'em bros off the PEM juice, they so loose Can't penetrate the dream team, we bulletproof (bah, bah, bah) About to park the coupe, bring the truck out (bring the truck out) About to go and grab the bag, break the fuck out (break the fuck out) Grab them bitches, tell them hos, "Make the fuck out" (make the fuck out) I got the cash, tell Heck to bring the stuff out (bring the stuff out) And we don't coach ya, it don't matter what's out (what's out) 18 years later, bigger valley, fresh out Countin' 18 million cash to get the stress out We them boys, runnin' through 'em, bring your best out (haan) Hidden hills, bad bitches, kick the rest out (kick the rest out) We ain't chasin' moments, we ain't gotta rush out (gotta rush out) Layin' on his back, he came in with his chest out (with his chest out) Elon Musk, flip the bird, put the X out (yeah, haan) You hate me, new AP, ooh, baby, new Mercedes New paper, new caper, new blazer, look what you made me Tryna screw you, get 'em drippy Sippin' 60, made a mil' on day three I ain't got a chance, y'all won't give me no more Look at what became of me Look at what became of me Look at what became of me