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Huh Metro, let's try something (dope) It's Drop top It's Gucci Huh, yeah If Young Metro don't trust you, I'm gon' shoot you Go I'm a ex con, used to sell crack at the Texaco Known for toting guns and it's what I'm on probation for Had a murder charge, but they ain't found me guilty though Keep my head on a swivel, 'cause a robbed a couple folks And you can call me anything, but you can't call me broke, though I was damn near 300 pounds, but I lost the weight, though 300 pounds of mid-grade, great, I took you 'cross the state, though Got a bunch of tattoos, don't ask my why I got them, though Got a lot of loved ones, but they ain't here today, though Really miss my home boy, he in a early grave, though Gucci Mane a troublemaker, I'm trying to behave, though Niggas keep on trying me, I think they feelin' brave, though People say they cloned me because I changed my ways, though I fly the dope in on a drone for the pesos All about the bucks bro, but this ain't Tampa Bay, though I'm a livin' legend, I do magic with the draco In the Peach State, but I'm sellin' Cali grapes, though In Arizona mid-grade, I swear my life is great, bro Gucci Mane and Metro, exclusive Jordan retro Letras de cancionesI was sellin' half a O trappin' at the Zesto Aye wassup bruh, ride with me somewhere (Yo) [?] (Huh?) Yeah, I told the nigga "Meet me at the Zesto" (Dope) He want a half of one (Go) Gucci super cutthroat, but I was born broke though Didn't have a pot to piss, so I wanted to throw it out, so Niggas talk sideways, I hit him in his mouth though Who you think you talking to? I had to stop your mouth, bro Baby got a pretty face but I just want the mouth though You ain't come to suck me up, then what you in the house for? Brand new Air Max and they ain't even out though Drippin' sauce excessively and it ain't even called for If the jewelry ain't blindin' me, then what it even about for? Niggas want to sign to me, but I can't even vouch for Back to back with Ralo, and we ain't even deep though How you click them powder mines and y'all ain't even street though? New tape alert New watch alert New whip alert Brr, brr If Young Metro don't trust you, I'm gon' shoot you It's Wizp, drop top From Letras Mania