[Intro] Metro, let’s try something It’s Drop top It’s Gucci Huh, yeah If Young Metro don’t trust you, I’m gon’ shoot you [Verse 1] I’m a ace con, used to sell crack at the Texaco (?) guns and that’s what I’m on probation for Had a murder charge, but they ain’t found me guilty though Keep my head on a swivel ’cause a robbed a couple folks And you can call me anything, but you can’t call me broke though I was damn near 300 pounds, but I lost the weight though 300 pounds of (?), I took you ‘cross the state though Got a bunch of tattoos, don’t ask my why I got them though Got a lot of loved ones, but they ain’t here today though Really miss my home boy, he in a early grave though Gucci Mane a troublemaker, I’m trying to behave though n***as keep on trying me, I think they feeling brave though People say they cloned me because I changed my ways though I fly the dope in on a drone for the pesos All about the (?) bro, but this ain’t Tampa Bay though I’m a living legend, I do magic with the draco In the Peach State, but I’m selling Cali grapes though In Arizona mid-grade, I swear my life is great bro Gucci Mane and Metro, exclusive Jordan retro I was selling half a O trapping at the Zesto [Skit] [Verse 2] Gucci super cutthroat, but I was born broke though Didn’t have a pot to piss, so I wanted to (?) n***as talk sideways, I hit him in his mouth though Who you think you talking to? I had to stop your mouth, bro Baby got a pretty face but I just want the mouth though You ain’t come to s** me up, then what you in the house for? Brand new Air Max and they ain’t even out though Dripping sauce excessively and it ain’t even called for If the j**elry ain’t blinding me, then what it even about for? n***as want to sign to me, but I can’t even vouch for Back to back with Rollo, and we ain’t even deep though How you click them powder mines and y’all ain’t even street though? [Outro] New tape alert New watch alert New whip alert Brr, brr If Young Metro don’t trust you, I’m gon’ shoot you It’s Wizp, drop top