10Freaky Girls （）-Metro Boomin /21Savage
Produced by ：Metro Boomin
Ooh
Ohhhhhhh
Noonoonoo
Noooo ahhhhh
In peace
In peace
May you rest
May you rest
Never ever shoot below the neck
Never ever
You a rookie
You a rookie
I'm a vet
I'm a vet
That's why I got a Glock you got a TEC
Got a TEC
Not checkers
Not checkers
This chess
It is chess
I flooded out my
Patek with baguettes
I curve Tiffany
Yeah for Jess
For who
Need to get myself together
I'm a mess
Straight up
In bikini bottom
I'm with Sandy
Sandy
Moesha keep on drinkin'all the brandy
Brandy
Keisha eat the molly like it's candy
Yah yah
Bodyslam a n***a like I'm Randy
Yah yah
Yeah I'm a hot hitter
Straight up
I'm a guap getter
Straight up
Leave a thot bitter
Straight up
Get your block hit up
Oh you think you in a group
Get that s**t split up
On God
Tryna suck me layin'down
I make that b***h sit up
Straight up
Yeah hot box
Dirty stick
Case closed
Case closed
We grill beef
N***a charcoal
Uh oh
Sellin'P***y
Her vajay jay got a barcode
Uh oh
These broke a*s n***as need Jobco
Used to use E B T to get seafood
Now I uber eats when I want Kiku
She wanna hang out and let the gang G you
Metro worth a lot of M's n***a
Me too
Rack's
Hangin'off my earlobes is a rock
A rock
Hangin'off my waistline is a Glock
Pop pop
The body in that casket was a opp
Twentyone
I don't throw no bottles
I throw shots
Twentyone
All this drip on me
I need a mop
Twentyone
Balenciaga boxers and the socks
On God
I got ten freaky girls on a yacht
Yacht
Finna drown in 'em dawg
Finna drown in 'em
Twentyone
Last altercation
Got a hundred rounds in him
On my mama
All my spots got a lot of bloodhounds in 'em
On your mama
Ain't no furniture
It's just a lot of pounds in 'em
Straight up
Percs soft hard
And I got the brown in 'em
On God
Word to bombaclaat
Shotta we don't ramp in 'em
Twentyone
Edgewood
Glenwood
Bouldercrest and the Hamp with 'em
Six
Got a lot of sticks
You can get stamped with 'em
On God
Tryna mediate the beef
You get found with 'em
Straight up
All these chains
Rest in peace to Harriet Tubman
Harriet Tubman
N***as broke 'cause they doin'too much clubbin'
Too much clubbin'
Cashed out on all my cars 'cause I'm stubborn
'Cause I'm stubborn
Zone six against the world
That's how I'm comin'
How I'm comin'
I came out the womb
I was thuggin'
Straight up
Ain't no fistfights
N***as uppin'
Straight up
Rappers say they want smoke
But they bluffin'
On God
When you see 'em face to face
It ain't nothin'
Straight up
Hangin'off my earlobes is a rock
A rock
Hangin'off my waistline is a
Glock
Pop pop
The body in that casket was a opp
Twentyone
I don't throw no bottles
I throw shots
Twentyone
All this drip on me
I need a mop
Twentyone
Balenciaga boxers and the socks
On God
I got ten freaky girls on a yacht
Yacht
I got ten freaky girls on a yacht
On a yacht
On a yacht
On a yacht
On a yacht
Never I
Ahhhh