Thru The Metal Lyrics

Stop claiming that you hard lil boy yeen no steppa

Tryna get some stripes he be slow dancing with the devil

Ion know why she mad I said im heartless when I met her

Really blowing bags man I prolly shoulda kept her

This FN really plastic so I snuck it thru the metal

Typing crazy one screen but he was silent when I met him

Aint no time for games no I cant fit you on my schedule

We hop onna plane when I come back then we gone catch him

Tag me on your story only time you gone get at me

Give my dawg a 10 he turn yo birthday to a track meet

Heard yo bah was choosing I might take her to the backseat

Miami with the gang dont step too close you know we pack heat

Red eye

I might slide with some Haitians they hop out with that fye and if he running they gone chase him

Rasta

Dreads hanging when he baked him 50 onna sticky tell lil biddy to erase him

Diamonds dancing fendi fresh used to be fila stepping in this bih

Stop allat flexing and flaujing lil boy you know who really Richh

Late night im tossing and turning I gotta make it in this shit

Before I take another L ill throw 250 on my wrist

And before I leave the house I brush my teeth and grab the stick

Cause I know its niggas out there who dont want me to exist

Young n turnt I feel like Pringles cause im stacking up the chips

Really started from the bottom ran it up man im legit

Stop claiming that you hard lil boy yeen no steppa

Tryna get some stripes he be slow dancing with the devil

Ion know why she mad I said im heartless when I met her

Really blowing bags man I prolly shoulda kept her

This FN really plastic so I snuck it thru the metal

Typing crazy one screen but he was silent when I met him

Aint no time for games no I cant fit you on my schedule

We hop onna plane when I come back then we gone catch him