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Oh-oh Yeah-yeah Young Metro, young Metro, young Metro Where my twin at? In a courtroom With his head up, ain't no tissue Any issue, slang a pistol At the opposites, smash off in a wide-body kit Stacked a hundred bucks and it's obvious Two mill' a show, I can geek a audience Where the wind at, nigga? Where the lean at, nigga? Where the fin at, nigga? Where my twin at? In a courtroom, I'm on mushrooms Renew the contract, that's a process, yeah We ain't stoppin', we ain't boxed in Forever locked in (Come here, yeah) Take the Glock, gon' squeeze, don't you ask me Getting mopped in a foreign while I'm backed in Few thousand gon' turn up the assassins Don't you ask me, yeah I love Mexico, I'm always keep a decoy Take this rapping shit global, still a D boy, huh Smell the odor coming off, it gettin' re-rocked Letras de cancionesNiggas tied to the mafia like Reeboks, uh Bring the lean out, uh, bring the speed out, uh Bring the keys out, uh, bringing Bs out, uh, bringing Cs out, uh We just tee up, uh, we don't tee out I can't let a bitch get close to my stash house I done seen what niggas do to a slime boss I get to trippin' in Jimmy Choo, I feel fine now I get to shoot a clip, let a nigga find out Gon' peep behind now, I could feel the vibe out They swear they know the truth, but still, niggas ride out I see my hitters on my live, gotta log out I could've damaged this shit, I couldn't talk about I'm tryna manage this shit, smoke a whole pound Had this lil' sandman bitch sign for the penthouse I done felt abandoned, now I know how to win now I'ma be her friend now, no matter how it end now Where my twin at? In a courtroom With his head up, ain't no tissue Any issue, slang a pistol At the opposites, smash off in a wide-body kit From Letras Mania