Lyrical Breakdown of Met Gala Remix - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
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Hey
Southside
Wizop
Offset
If Young Metro don't trust you, I'm gon' shoot you
Woo
Mil' in a week (hey)
I bought an iced-out Philippe (ice)
Yeah, playin' for keeps (keeps)
Suck up the gang, she a leech (leech)
Came in the game with a key (key)
My pockets blew up, Monique (Monique)
Ooh, she got that perfect physique (ooh)
I'll tape a brick to her cheeks (brick)
Now that I'm gettin' this money, I'm fuckin' these thotties, they tryna get come-ups (come-up)
This a good week, I've been stackin' up M's and I'm snatchin' that Wraith in the mornin' (Wraith)
I was that nigga locked up in the cell and they treated me like I was normal (normal)
Thankin' the Lord for them blessings
I just left the Met Gala dressin' up formal (fuck the opps crazy, yeah, formal)
Me, 'Set, Wop ain't fuckin' around
You showin' too much and I'm takin' 'em down
Was drippin' in Bape, now I'm Dior'd down
Bitch too foreign, gettin' picked out the crowd
Wop said get 'em, I'm chokin' 'em out (fuck you, nigga)
Hundred K large on me
Big Settoff a problem in the street (I'm a beast)
I'm smokin' your man, he weak (rookie-ass nigga)
SRT, two hundred on the jeep (nigga outta here)
Lil' bad bitch with pretty teeth
Amiri jeans hoodie and bones on my sneaks
Double my cup, wait, Wock' on my seat (damn)
Switchin' these lanes, got her face by my knee (her head)
Two hundred ain't shit to me (nothin', nigga)
I threw a dub in the A on some freaks (lil'-ass money)
Baby, pop Percs with me (come here, baby)
I, I done got the bitch too geeked
Yeah, at the Met Gala, I reek
Two-seater black with the ski, with the glee on me
Do it off the love, know the body be cheap
Move like the mafia, put on for the three (ayy)
Get up close, get ugly, we creep
Fuck your gang, your competition weak
I'm not a scrub, special drop this ski
Got tapped on they head for crackin' that three
I'm one of them ones, they ain't fuckin' with me (one of them niggas)
ABG, it's whatever with me (ABG)
All in the yams, been beatin' with some freaks (freaky-ass)
Beat the hallway, how the fuck AMG? (yeah)
Sippin' on syrup, damn near fell asleep (ayy, Sett, get up, get up, get up)
Yeah, mil' in a month (month)
I put your friend in a blunt (yeah)
392 Scat Pack, do stunts (stunts)
Pretty-ass hoe, she a munch (munch)
With switches and 7.62s, we hunt (brr, boom, boom)
Bitch, I'm a boss, I ain't never been fronted
Yeah, I'm puttin' Wock' in a punch
Ooh, she eat it up for lunch (ooh)
Balenciaga, these glasses prada
When I was broke, they ain't give me a dollar
Burberry collar, I'm smashin' a model
Hoe see these blue hundreds, bet she'll swallow (swallow)
I seen my daddy sell crack as a toddler
Yeah, hundred thousand a week (hundred)
Pop me a yerk and I fuck her to sleep
1017 Icy Gang on my tee
Gotta keep two racks or more on my feet (feet)
You love that bitch, she hoein' for me (goin')
Yeah, that's 50 in a week (ooh)
I just might put some Pucci on her feet (her feet)
1017 topic, they love how I pop it (pop it)
Stuffin' my pockets, bein' broke not an option
Nothin' but exotics, I'm lovin' my options (options)
She exotic with a Coke bottle body (hey)
Mil' in a week (hey)
I bought an iced-out Philippe (ice)
Yeah, playin' for keeps (keeps)
Suck up the gang, she a leech (leech)
Came in the game with a key (key)
My pockets blew up, Monique (Monique)
Ooh, she got that perfect physique (ooh)
I'll tape a brick to her cheeks (brick)
Now that I'm gettin' this money, I'm fuckin' these thotties, they tryna get come-ups (come-up)
This a good week, I've been stackin' up M's and I'm snatchin' that Wraith in the mornin' (wraith)
I was that nigga locked up in the cell and they treated me like I was normal (normal, huh)
Thankin' the Lord for them blessings, I just left the Met Gala dressin' up formal (formal)
I'm havin' this shit, but you had it (havin' it)
Show me respect like your daddy's dad (respect)
Gucci the magnet, cash in the cabinet (guwop)
I just woke up in a palace (woo)
I did a walk-through, I'm in Dallas, man (walk-through)
Flew in two bitches from Cali (pew)
Big B's on me, I'm rocking Bally (B's)
They drunk and they just walkin' barely
I'm headed to Paris to pick up a backend, they treat me like one of the Jacksons (go, go, go)
These niggas ain't trappin', ain't makin' transactions (nah)
A nigga rob you, he be practicin' (baw)
Four bitches all tryna swallow this, I feel like I'm fightin' an octopus (woo)
Thought it was killers camped out in my bushes (brr)
Then come to find out, it's photographers (flash)
Feds watch me with binoculars (feds)
Mad 'cause a nigga gettin' popular (rawr)
Flexin' so hard, wanna lock me up (flex)
Drop Top Wop, but the top is up (skrrt, skrrt)
Negative turn to a positive (woo)
I don't care nothin' 'bout no obstacles (woo, woo)
I could care less 'bout the bloggers, bruh (no)
80K stuffed in my joggers, bruh (eighty ball)
Neck hurtin' from Cuban links (go crazy)
Two cars, they thirty apiece (oh, yeah)
My advance went up in a week (on God)
Signing with Wop, these niggas ain't see (ain't see)
Rap shit crazy, she don't wanna leave (she leavin')
I see why rappers pay a bitch to leave (shit ill)
Different color diamonds offset on my teeth (offset)
Nobody got killed, how the fuck is it beef? (Woah)
Warmin' up, know I can't move without heat
Double-R, icy gang, 1018 (oh yeah)
Supreme Forces just to match the machine (go crazy)
All blue hundreds, I don't fuck with the green (I don't fuck with the green)
Two-tone Cuban just to go with my ring
Before I signed a deal, hoes never been mean
Mama made a star on 1016
Big KATO, nigga, don't play green (nigga, the fuck)