Jonesboro

Man, fuck that, fuck that

Metro in this bitch goin' brazy (Yeah)

Comin' out of Jonesboro South (Ayy)

**** havin' golds all through they mouth, yeah

Lifetime goals (Woo), runnin' through the roof (Wha'?)

Pullin' out the Ghost (Grah), make a **** poof (Grah)

**** talkin' shit but what is it to do?

I knew his big homie, ****, and I got the proof (Woo)

My spot is a army base and I got the proof (What up?)

Send my bitch on vacay, put her in a coupe

Change the channel, I don't wanna see none these pussy **** (Nah)

I've been fuckin' ****' bitches and gettin' plenty figures

On the road to riches and got the realest with us

Slaughter Gang wit' me, ****, knives, not a scissors

Street **** with a bunch of lives like a tiger (Yeah)

Y'all **** just a bunch of dykes fuckin' ****

**** told and he was my homie, I can't miss him

Ain't nobody feel him

Tell me what you seen, what you saw

I done ran it up, I'm guessin' which broad

I'ma take her home tonight

I'm tryna see who I'm takin' home tonight

I seen a jawn gettin' shot at the light (Yeah-yeah)

They got to arguin' over new crack pipe (Yeah-yeah-yeah)

I call the seamstress, my pants ain't tight enough

None of my bitches tell me I'm not man enough

What the fuck wrong with these broke-ass ****? Yeah (Yeah)

I told 'em, "Tear it down"

I'ma think you pocket watchin', don't look at my pants now

My diamonds louder than the fuckin' ambulance now

Asked the bitch from the sidelines, "Stand down"

Runnin' through the projects, duckin' all the frauds, yeah

Got a nine in my pocket and not in my drawls (Woah-woah-woah)

Take off like a rocket with thirteen broads (Yeah)

It's in the attic, put the racks in the walls (Yeah)

No need to talk to me, I'm big dawg (Yeah)

I roll the windows up (Yeah) and now they knowin' us

I'm no beginner, yeah, I got my stain up

I told her, "Giddy up"

We ran the train on her

Comin' out of Jonesboro South (Ayy)

**** havin' golds all through they mouth, yeah

Lifetime goals (Woo), runnin' through the roof (Wha'?)

Pullin' out the Ghost (Grah), make a **** poof (Grah)

**** talkin' shit but what is it to do?

I knew his big homie, ****, and I got the proof (Woo)

My spot is a army base and I got the proof (What up?)

Send my bitch on vacay, put her in a coupe

If Young Metro don't trust you, I'm gon' shoot you

Metro