[Intro: Future]
Yeah, yeah
Young Metro, Young Metro, Young Metro
Yeah, yeah
Young Metro, Young Metro, Young Metro
Yeah (Yeah), yeah (Yeah), yeah (Yeah), yeah (Yeah)
Yeah (Yeah), yeah (Yeah)
Okay, okay, okay
[Chorus: Future]
Evel Knievel, Pluto told his heaters, "Leave nigga in the freezer," I'm big as a Beatle (Okay, okay)
Fuck on a diva, I’m hot than a fever (Woo)
Put dope on one leaders more stripes than Adidas (Okay, okay)
I got these regular hoes, I got superstar hoes takin' pictures of me like the feds
Check out my video, lil' bitch, that’s silly, ho
Got me with a mill' in jewelry, in the bed (Okay, okay)
[Verse 1: Future]
Grip the forty while I'm sleep in my hand (Drink it up)
Drink the dope and I get cool as a fan (Drink it up)
Turbo motor hot, I'm scorchin' in France (Skrrt-skrrt)
Bitch, you bogus if you don't bring a friend (Bitch, you bogus)
Came from nothin', you can't feel what I’m sayin’ (Came up)
Hundred shots, I gotta stick to the plan (One hundred)
Sloppy toppy gotta get it again
Shorty boppin', she just pushin’ the brand
Solo, but the hitters pullin' up on demand
Chauffer with the Phantom, I'm like Stunna when I land
I ain't never sober, I got pills and I’m sharin'
Cop a new hammer with the cooler, it don't jam
Took the show on the road gettin' bands on bands
On the high, on the low, I'm the man, I'm the man (Man)
Strikin' off, strikin' off, Porsche Cayenne (Strike out)
Live it up, ran it up, got it expand
Yeah, yeah
Young Metro, Young Metro, Young Metro
Yeah, yeah
Young Metro, Young Metro, Young Metro
Yeah (Yeah), yeah (Yeah), yeah (Yeah), yeah (Yeah)
Yeah (Yeah), yeah (Yeah)
Okay, okay, okay
[Chorus: Future]
Evel Knievel, Pluto told his heaters, "Leave nigga in the freezer," I'm big as a Beatle (Okay, okay)
Fuck on a diva, I’m hot than a fever (Woo)
Put dope on one leaders more stripes than Adidas (Okay, okay)
I got these regular hoes, I got superstar hoes takin' pictures of me like the feds
Check out my video, lil' bitch, that’s silly, ho
Got me with a mill' in jewelry, in the bed (Okay, okay)
[Verse 1: Future]
Grip the forty while I'm sleep in my hand (Drink it up)
Drink the dope and I get cool as a fan (Drink it up)
Turbo motor hot, I'm scorchin' in France (Skrrt-skrrt)
Bitch, you bogus if you don't bring a friend (Bitch, you bogus)
Came from nothin', you can't feel what I’m sayin’ (Came up)
Hundred shots, I gotta stick to the plan (One hundred)
Sloppy toppy gotta get it again
Shorty boppin', she just pushin’ the brand
Solo, but the hitters pullin' up on demand
Chauffer with the Phantom, I'm like Stunna when I land
I ain't never sober, I got pills and I’m sharin'
Cop a new hammer with the cooler, it don't jam
Took the show on the road gettin' bands on bands
On the high, on the low, I'm the man, I'm the man (Man)
Strikin' off, strikin' off, Porsche Cayenne (Strike out)
Live it up, ran it up, got it expand
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