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