Metro Wave

Want it to sound right

Narcos music

Coke Wave Boys

Ace, Bigger Bell, Don Montego

Metro

Fuck with this shit right here, though

We don't give a fuck, let's go

Yeah, park the double-R (double-R), bring the truck out (truck out)

Bitch is bulletproof, I got my nuts out

Ask about the don, I bring the sluts out

Them niggas luckin' up (up), you niggas luckin' out (bye-bye)

Fuck with the style, you must be buggin' out (buggin' out)

I did a seven ball (seven ball), I had to thug it out (thug it out)

Flooded out, bring the Louis luggage out (bring it out, baby)

This bitch is flirtin', I'm 'bout to come to your house (I am)

Unbutton her blouse (blouse), I'm 'bout to fuck her mouth (her mouth)

She 'bout to make a play, I'ma come on the couch

It's lobsters, shrimp, I'm done with the pouch (done)

We run New York, but I fuck with the south (ow)

You hate me, new AP, ooh, baby, new Mercedes

New paper, new caper, new blazer, look what you made me

Tryna screw you, get 'em drippy

Sippin' 60, made a mil' on day three

I ain't got a chance, y'all won't give me no more

Look at what became of me (Montana)

Silk tops, three-piece suits, sip more juice (haan)

'Rari trucks and Bent' coupes, got no roof (skrrt)

And 'em bros off the PEM juice, they so loose

Can't penetrate the dream team, we bulletproof (bah, bah, bah)

About to park the coupe, bring the truck out (bring the truck out)

About to go and grab the bag, break the fuck out (break the fuck out)

Grab them bitches, tell them hos, "Make the fuck out" (make the fuck out)

I got the cash, tell Heck to bring the stuff out (bring the stuff out)

And we don't coach ya, it don't matter what's out (what's out)

18 years later, bigger valley, fresh out

Countin' 18 million cash to get the stress out

We them boys, runnin' through 'em, bring your best out (haan)

Hidden hills, bad bitches, kick the rest out (kick the rest out)

We ain't chasin' moments, we ain't gotta rush out (gotta rush out)

Layin' on his back, he came in with his chest out (with his chest out)

Elon Musk, flip the bird, put the X out (yeah, haan)

You hate me, new AP, ooh, baby, new Mercedes

New paper, new caper, new blazer, look what you made me

Tryna screw you, get 'em drippy

Sippin' 60, made a mil' on day three

I ain't got a chance, y'all won't give me no more

Look at what became of me

Look at what became of me

Look at what became of me