[Intro: Future & Young Thug]
Yeah, yeah, two
Metro
Yeah, yeah
Drinking dope, turn me to a superhero, yeah, yeah
Hit that pill, turn me to a superhero, yeah, yeah
Boominati, turn me to a superhero, yeah (Metro)
(If Young Metro don’t trust you, I’m gon’ shoot you)
[Pre-Chorus: Future]
I’m on that dope again, I’m on that flow again
Switched up the flow again, yeah, yeah (Switch it)
Flyer than a parachute, grippin’ that pole again
I’m on that oil again, yeah, yeah
[Chorus: Future]
Candy in the cup, gotta get paid (What?)
King in the streets, young nigga made
Spraying on a crowd, take it to the grave
Ain’t having problems, I’m sipping a bar
Shoutout to Dallas, my bitch is a star
Nigga get rich, bettеr take it to war
Piss on your casket and shoot at your broad
Do you sum’ nasty, roll you in a ‘gar
Bitch get graphic, fuck mе in a car
I get you a brand new Rollie tomorrow
I put that brand new Rollie on your arm
Ain’t moving slow when I’m skrrting on oil
Tennis bracelets and they came with the frost
Cuban links all the way up to your jaw
Step up the swag when I step on a broad[Verse: Future]
Two and a half, ooh, that’s the cheapest one
Been stacking these hundreds up, like coupons
Told you [forever?] never again, upper echelon
I get to stacking up, I’m untouchable
I get to represent, money multiple
When I’m at the top of the charts, unapproachable
Bread by the loaf, turbo the motor
Tic-Tac-Toe, kill another vulture
Selling them bowls, bitch do yoga
I deserve an award, serving these boulders
A hundred grand large when I shop, that’s the total
Fill up the garage, bitch, I’m a mogul
Ain’t no facade, ain’t no fugaze
I jump it off, I get paid
Drop top Royce, I’m going crazy
I push off, smoking on haze
Not tryna floss, Cartier shades
[Chorus: Future]
Candy in the cup, gotta get paid (What?)
King in the streets, young nigga made
Spraying on a crowd, take it to the grave
Ain’t having problems, I’m sipping a bar
Shoutout to Dallas, my bitch is a star
Nigga get rich, better take it to war
Piss on your casket and shoot at your broad
Do you sum’ nasty, roll you in a ‘gar
Bitch get graphic, fuck me in a car
I get you a brand new rollie tomorrow
I put that brand new rollie on your arm
Ain’t moving slow when I’m skrrting on oil
Tennis bracelets and they came with the frost
Cuban links all the way up to your jaw
Step up the swag when I step on a broad