Metro boomin, want some more In that fast thing, speedin' through the city Panoramic brain, and my day is digi Motherfuckin' fame, all my dicks litty Rapper to the face, I don't smoke no Philly Drippin' sauce like I'm chilly Said that brick ain't to the floor when it's chilly I got big big booty broads at the telly And I found a star who was ready I can't fuckin' honor y'all, y'all disgust me When you with your maggot friends, don't disgust me Effin' with a standard clip, I hope don't try to rush me I am sayin' such and such, a n***a ain't gon' touch me Big body, bitch, remember I used to be dusty Now I want my money, y'all hunters in the rush, please I was sellin' when they came out with white tea Now I put a whole half a ticket on my white tee Whole hood poppin' other n****s, they don't like me Made her eat it, girl, she told her friend he gon' wipe me I'm a n***a, third best, I don't * with Crosby Free all of the bros down the road and on Wright Street Hit that fast thing, speedin' through the city Panoramic brain in my dead digi Motherfuckin' fame on my litty Rapper to the face, I don't smoke no Philly Drippin' sauce like I'm chilly Said that brick ain't to the floor when it's chilly I got peepin' booty, bruh, I said to tell it And then I found a star who was ready Got some fine n****s in my jellies Two new glasses, Tennessee spaghettis Ain't gon' bash your n****s, I ain't petty Bitch, no, we ain't goin' steady I don't wanna sleep, I need more hatties I ain't have no kid, but I'm a daddy Lil' Chica, like it's magic Twenties in my pocket, look like cabbie Cameras everywhere, I'm a rapper Hey, shorty, look, what was that then? We was on the go, keep that cannon I'm a gold, I can't panic Hit that fast thing, speedin' through the city Panoramic brain in my dead digi Motherfuckin' fame on my litty Never to the face, I don't smoke no Philly Drippin' sauce like I'm chilly Said that brick ain't to the floor when it's chilly I got peepin' booty, bruh, I said to tell it And then I found a star who was ready Money conversation, check my phone, swing I buy Dolce & Gabbana, Chanel, or Monscreen Supermodel, her body gon' be my entree I been runnin' with hittas, my young as guns Cars of the day, brand new Wraith My life's circle, mines ain't straight Bills ain't late, take no notes Ain't no joke, they won't smoke We exotic, short of the ride We gon' ride, two, two, three Drinks outside, don't get tired We don't die