Metro Boomin Reason

[Young Nudy:] Yo Pi’erre, you wanna come out here?

[Big Sean:] Metro on the beat, Metro on the beat

[Future:] If Young Metro don’t trust you, I’m gon’ shoot you

[Big Sean:]

You know I change with the seasons (yeah I change, change)

The same way I’m coming bitch I’m leaving (yeah I’m out)

And when I’m gone you won’t see me (gone)

Unless you give me a reason

V12, I got a need for speed

Only time I’m slowing down is in between her knees

Might tell her ass to leave when I need to breathe

Lil Metro on the beat, push the keys with ease

I flew out every airport, of course God is my source

When you do the numbers it gets taxing of course

Somehow I just kept it twenty-five times four

Kill the shows, kill the pussy, they both want an encore

Like go Don, go

Gave everybody ’round me jobs

Fuck a job corps, bitch we on the top floor

Working like we still tryna get it off the ground though

And if you not contributing bitch then fuck you ’round for?

And if I split these blessings with you you my brother

If I don’t text you back then I don’t trust you

If I pick up on the first brrt I love you

And if I tell you all my secrets you my lover, yeah yeah

You know I change with the seasons (yeah I change, change)

The same way I’m coming bitch I’m leaving (yeah I’m out)

And when I’m gone you won’t see me (gone)

Unless you give me a reason

You know I move with the seasons

The same way I’m coming bitch I’m leaving (yeah I’m leavin’)

And when I’m gone you won’t see me (you won’t see me)

Unless you give me a reason

[Swae Lee:]

Yo them girls don’t need me

I learned them girls don’t need me

Girls don’t need me

So why do they always hate to leave me?

Remove my pants, I won’t be needing these

Pretty girl gon’ tell me pretty please

I change like the season

My old girls, I really don’t see them

[Big Sean:]

I think these boys don’t like me, want to fight me

But they don’t talk to my face like they do on IG

I guess it bring the best out of me when they doubt me (for sure)

Fucked up how my mind be, maybe the mayhem calm me

Bring competition ’round me, eat ’em alive like zombies

I think I got insomnia, up all night to the morning

Turn my phone off ’cause I got a higher calling

And for the gold metal I keep my foot on the pedal

Keep my girls on rose petals, keep runnin’ into the devil

Beat his ass every time, next time I’ma bring a shovel

To put his ass in the dirt and then laugh ’til it hurt

And I’m in rare form like Jordan airborne

I’m here there and gone, lowkey it’s baritone

She love my pheromones, I’m ’bout to take this trip

And I can hold your hand instead of this carry-on, gone

[Big Sean (Swae Lee):]

You know I change with the seasons (yeah I change, change)

The same way I’m coming bitch I’m leaving (I’m out, yeah I’m out)

And when I’m gone you won’t see me (bye, gone)

Unless you give me a reason

You know I move with the seasons

The same way I’m coming bitch I’m leaving (I’m out)

And when I’m gone you won’t see me (you won’t see me)

Unless you give me a reason

Metro Boomin Ric Flair Drip

Bijan 4 The 1 Time

Metro Boomin’ want some more, nigga!

[Offset:]

Going to the jeweler, bust the AP, yeah

Slide on the water like a jet-ski, yeah

I’m tryna fuck you and your bestie, yeah

Chopper with the scope so do not test me, yeah

Ric Flair drip go “woo” on a bitch

Fifty-seven ninety, split the coupe on my wrist

Multi-million dollar, I’m a fool with the hits

Hop up in the Lamb, and drop the roof, show the tits

Poppin’ but you really not ‘gone shoot

Ninety pointers [?] my diamonds look like hula hoops

Hope in my Bentayga, Hennessy [?] masseuse

Balenciaga, [?], Valentino boots

It’s the Boominati way, a lotta Lambs, a lotta Wraiths

Never hesitate to give a nigga yellow tape

And worry ’bout the bag ’cause the cash accumulate

Soon as we came in the game, all these niggas they imitate

Put my mind on it then I put my grind on it

Put the iron on it, if a nigga my opponent

My car five-hundred and I don’t put no miles on it

I was runnin’ ’round homie, with five-hundred thou’ on me

Going to the jeweler, bust the AP, yeah

Slide on the water like a jet-ski, yeah

I’m tryna fuck you and your bestie, yeah

Chopper with the scope so do not test me, yeah

Ric Flair drip go “woo” on a bitch

Fifty-seven ninety, split the coupe on my wrist

Multi-million dollar, I’m a fool with the hits

Hop up in the Lamb, and drop the roof, show the tits

Told the fam, “Got the gang with me”

Bought my purple [?], got some rain on it

Nigga, we used to kick it, how you hatin’ on me

Hop in the Bentley coupe and blow the brains out it

We not the same, my nigga

My nigga, we from the north division

Amateur brain, yeah we bought ya just like it’s an auction, ain’t it

Beat the chopper, hundred round total, like it’s apocalypse

I met your mandatory, I’m told that means I had to get it

My shooter keep begging “please,” he’s ready to wack a nigga

I gave a nigga a diamond, I had to cap a nigga

I’m giving your ho away, like she a raffle, nigga

We go at it, then we ‘gone play with the plastic stretchers

Going to the jeweler, bust the AP, yeah

Slide on the water like a jet-ski, yeah

I’m tryna fuck you and your bestie, yeah

Chopper with the scope so do not test me, yeah

Ric Flair drip go “woo” on a bitch

Fifty-seven ninety, split the coupe on my wrist

Multi-million dollar, I’m a fool with the hits

Hop up in the Lamb, and drop the roof, show the tits

Going to the jeweler, bust the AP, yeah

Slide on the water like a jet-ski, yeah

I’m tryna fuck you and your bestie, yeah

Chopper with the scope so do not test me, yeah

Ric Flair drip go “woo” on a bitch

Fifty-seven ninety, split the coupe on my wrist

Multi-million dollar, I’m a fool with the hits

Hop up in the Lamb, and drop the roof, show the tits

Metro Boomin No Advance

Fuck her in my Rollie, 21

Fuck her in my Rollie

Fuck her in my Rollie

I’ma fuck her in my Rollie, 21

Fuck her in a Rover

Fuck her in a Rover

I’ma fuck her in a Rover, 21

Bend the bitch over, Bend the bitch over

I’ma bend the bitch over

Fuck her on a sofa, fuck her on a sofa

I’ma fuck her on the sofa

I smashed the stripper in the hotel with my chains on

I’m playin’ with her kitty with my VVS rings on

Shawty savin’ hoes, told that boy put his cape on

My partna down the road, I’m talkin’ to him on Tango

I put that bitch in a Porsche

I bought that bitch a new Yorkie

I scrapin’ the bowl with the fork

Scrapin’ the bowl with the fork

I’m fuckin’ that bitch in my Vans

I pull up and shoot at your mans

You steal, I’ma cut off your hands

Independent, I don’t need no advance

I’m in diamond district ’bout to buy a new watch

I’m fuckin’ on a model and we ridin’ a yacht

They like “Savage, boy you came a long way from that pot”

I’m still a street nigga so I keep me a Glock

I made it off the block, bitch I beat the statistics

I told that bitch I got a bitch so don’t you leave me with hickeys

Bitch I’m on them Percs, got me twitchin’ and itchin’

Drinkin’ all this syrup, I’m bout to fuck up my kidneys

Young Savage, I get high just like Bobby and Whitney

And plus I’m rich bitch, I ain’t gon’ need me no pension

I walk off in a room, I be feelin’ the tension

I swear these niggas like hoes, all that whinin’ and bitchin’

I smashed the stripper in the hotel with my chains on

I’m playin’ with her kitty with my VVS rings on

Shawty savin’ hoes, told that boy put his cape on

My partna down the road, I’m talkin’ to him on Tango

I put that bitch in a Porsche

I bought that bitch a new Yorkie

I scrapin’ the bowl with the fork

Scrapin’ the bowl with the fork

I’m fuckin’ that bitch in my Vans

I pull up and shoot at your mans

You steal, I’ma cut off your hands

Independent, I don’t need no advance

I’ma count a lot of cash

Smoke a lot of gas

I’ma count a lot of racks

Walk around with straps

Walk around with Macs

I’ma walk around with Macs

All my niggas blood

All my niggas blat

All my niggas blat

All my niggas pull up on the scene in that motherfucker bloody, leave a pussy nigga whacked

21 Gang, Slaughter Gang, Murder Gang

PDE Magnolia thing, niggas can’t hang with the gang

You niggas can’t walk round with chains

We snatchin’ your chains

Snatchin’ your stain

We snatchin’ your main

Fuck on your main

She gon’ fuck on the gang

And kickin’ her out

Put that dick all in her mouth

I just might fuck on your spouse

I just might nut on her blouse

Diamonds on me water, whew

I’m a dog, bitch woof

I got golds on my tooth

24 on my tooth

Fuck her till that pussy loose

Bout my check nigga, swoosh

Scrapped up in the booth

Scrapped in the coupe

I’m scrapped up in the club

I can’t show these niggas love

You a bum, you, you wearin’ Lugs

All my crips screamin’ cuz

I smashed the stripper in the hotel with my chains on

I’m playin’ with her kitty with my VVS rings on

Shawty savin’ hoes, told that boy put his cape on

My partna down the road, I’m talkin’ to him on Tango

I put that bitch in a Porsche

I bought that bitch a new Yorkie

I scrapin’ the bowl with the fork

Scrapin’ the bowl with the fork

I’m fuckin’ that bitch in my Vans

I pull up and shoot at your mans

You steal, I’ma cut off your hands

Independent, I don’t need no advance

Metro Boomin Pull Up N Wreck

Southside

Pull up and wreck (yeah), pull up and

If Young Metro don’t trust you I’m gon’ shoot you

[Big Sean:]

Pull up with the spark, hit you in the dark (whoa)

Tear your ass apart when you swim with sharks

I’m in the car like Tony Starks ’cause I’m that smart (Skrrt)

Doing 106 then park like I’m in my yard (Sideways)

And motherfuck the camera time, I need family time (yeah)

I need “go see Uncle John in Atlanta” time (John)

I’d probably never get it, but it’s cool to fantasize (it’s cool)

Just like I do by old girl and these hands of mine (whoa)

Gripping on the titties, ass, and her thighs (oh yeah)

Honestly, I’m over her and her lies

Cartier over my eyes while I analyze

Ok, me and Lil Metro, rockin’ new retros

Take off your dress ho, that’s the new dress code (yeah)

Too blessed to stress, that’s my manifesto (bless)

Fuck the professor, I’m too professional

I know some East Side niggas and they love to bang

Know some West Side niggas like to do the same thing

Pull up and wreck, pull up and wreck

Pull up and wreck, pull up and wreck

I know some East Side niggas and they love to bang

Know some West Side niggas like to do the same thing

Pull up and wreck, pull up and wreck

Pull up and wreck, we take no disrespect

[21 Savage:]

I ain’t taking disrespect, lil’ nigga (straight up)

Put a couple holes in your neck, lil’ nigga (God)

Fuck a diss song, get you stressed, lil’ nigga (21)

Got a shoestring ’round my TEC, lil’ nigga (facts)

Got a Mulsanne and a Vet, lil’ nigga (21)

Brand new Carbon one-five and it’s red, dawg (21)

I ain’t tryna fuck you, I just want some head, dawg (yeah)

Straight up out the Six and we don’t shoot at legs, dawg (leg)

Zone 6 niggas love to see the white meat (21)

I put codeine all in my ice tea (red)

Take a nigga bitch and then I make her wifey (yeah)

Take a nigga bitch and then we do the nasty (yeah)

All these diamonds dripping, now she wanna bite me (facts)

She broke up with that nigga, now he wanna fight me (ha)

Fox 5 Gang, we don’t do no fighting (gang)

This Glock gon’ knock a nigga down like Tyson (gang, gang)

[Big Sean:]

I know some East Side niggas and they love to bang

Know some West Side niggas like to the same thing

Pull up and wreck, pull up and wreck

Pull up and wreck, pull up and wreck

I know some East Side niggas and they love to bang

Know some West Side niggas like to do the same thing

Pull up and wreck, pull up and wreck

Pull up and wreck, we take no disrespect (disrespect)

How a nigga changed and still stayed a hundred? (huh)

I ran towards change while y’all ran from it (whoa)

Y’all wanna ball, I’m Stan Van Gundy

She wanna hang with me and ‘Ye, she know that’s good company

I like my skies Carolina blue and white

True one, false move and that could paralyze your life (brr)

So understand, I’m the overanalyzing type (type)

Panoramic views while I’m panning out my life (look up, look up)

And I grew up playing GoldenEye (damn)

So I’m used to sticking to the mission while they taking shots

When you this high, you disconnect a lot (yeah)

Sometimes I separate myself to connect the dots (I do)

Only way I’m going back is going back home (home)

I don’t drink tap water, but got tap phones (brr)

Dior on my suit, I’m the troop

Money come around, I’m never out the loop (loop)

Kiss the bottom of my boot (yeah, yeah)

I know some East Side niggas and they love to bang

Know some West Side niggas love to the same thing

Pull up and wreck, pull up and wreck

Pull up and wreck, pull up and wreck

I know some East Side niggas and they love to bang

Know some West Side niggas like to do the same thing

Pull up and wreck, pull up and wreck

Pull up and wreck, we take no disrespect

I’m talking police in text

Police protection

I heard that you snitch

You got police on text

Pull up and wreck, pull up and wreck

Pull up and wreck, we take no disrespect

Southside

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

Metro Boomin In Tune

[Big Sean:]

Day after day seems like I push against the clouds

They just keep blocking out the sun

It seems since I was born

I’ve wakened every blessed morning

Down on my luck and up against the wind

Don’t get it confused, don’t get it confused, yeah (no, no)

I’m in tune, I’m in tune, I’m in tune, yeah yeah

I’m in tune, I’m in tune, I’m in tune, yeah yeah

I’m in tune, I’m in tune

Don’t get it confused, don’t get it confused (no)

We are not the same, boy I smile through the pain, ’cause

I’m in tune, I’m in tune, I’m in tune, yeah yeah

I’m in tune, I’m in tune, yeah

Bitch I ain’t going to your event

You do too much going out and not enough going in

I got too much going on, so I’m gone with the wind (gone)

And if I ain’t going to work, then I’m going to the gym (to the gym)

Yeah, bitch I’m at focus

Don’t get it confused

I’m too spiritual to lose

It’s worth every single bruise

Long as the dogs proud of me, then I got nothing else to prove

Long as Milly proud of me, then I got nothing else to prove

I’m a G, I’m a Don, I’m a soldier (I’m a soldier)

I’m charged up, man I’m beaming, I’m solar (pew)

I’m from the streets, full of heat, don’t get boiled

They chew you up and spit you out, like it’s spoiled

And my mind is an open mind

I believe in the Bible and Quran

And I follow the signs, yeah not street signs

I mean universal signs, I’m outside

And I realize my life got more meaning than a triple-entendre

And I realize any time, the perfect time

Don’t get it confused, don’t get it confused, yeah

I’m in tune, I’m in tune, I’m in tune, yeah yeah

I’m in tune, I’m in tune, I’m in tune, yeah yeah

I’m in tune, I’m in tune

Don’t get it confused, don’t get it confused

We are not the same, boy I smile through the pain, ’cause

I’m in tune, I’m in tune, I’m in tune, yeah yeah

I’m in tune, I’m in tune, look

Don’t nobody know me, like I know me (like I know me)

So I follow instincts only (only)

Man I done been double-crossed by my homies

I learn the hard way that they was authentic phonies (fake bitch)

Boy this shit so real in the field that I hardly stand still, but take care of my body still

I been drinking more water and popping less pills man

Unless they vitamins, ’cause nigga I’m tryna live

And God blessed me like I got bad allergies

So I’m working like I run off an eternal battery

And if I dress casual, no I’m not a casualty (no, no)

And if I put my mind to it then that’s what it has to be

Yeah you’re fucking right damn, sure bitch that’s for certain (fucking right)

Never cut the family ties only cut the burdens (whoa)

Got so many cuts and scars it look like I left the surgeon

Done been through so much shit, I’m like a whole other person (thank God)

Don’t get it confused, don’t get it confused, yeah (no, no)

I’m in tune, I’m in tune, I’m in tune, yeah yeah

I’m in tune, I’m in tune, I’m in tune, yeah yeah

I’m in tune, I’m in tune

Don’t get it confused, don’t get it confused

We are not the same, boy I smile through the pain, ’cause

I’m in tune, I’m in tune, I’m in tune, yeah yeah

I’m in tune, I’m in tune, yeah

I’m in space, I’m in mind, I’m in tune

On a mission ’til I get inside my tomb and cacoon

Every success is just a checkpoint, passing move

When I leave this body, I’ma prolly set up on the moon

Hold it down, I’m the glue

We be here, that I knew, since Timbaland and Magoo

And I proved and I bloomed

And I’m gon’ win more than my room

Hand straight up like it’s noon

If I can’t live a hundred years, I’m gone way too soon

I’m in tune

[Future:]

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

Metro Boomin Mad High

On me, I be mad high

Narcotics on me, I be mad high

Narcotics on me, I be mad high

Narcotics on me, I be mad high

Narcotics on me, I be mad high

Narcotics on me, I be mad high

Dressed in Bathing Ape, I be mad fly

Savage sending hits like a wise guy

I’ma sit in front the judge and tell a damn lie

Nigga I be mad high, mad high, mad high

Mad high, mad high, mad high, mad high

Nigga I get mad fly, mad fly, mad fly, mad fly

Mad fly, mad fly, mad fly, mad fly

Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh

Why you drop that dirty in that Mountain Dew?

Why you go and chop the brains off that coupe?

So I can shoot a pussy nigga out the roof

I feel like Bishop young nigga, I got the juice

I’m ’bout my check lil nigga like swoosh

Yeah I rap but I’m still chopping shit

Pull up on your block and shit

Extendos in them Glocks and shit

21, we poppin’ shit

Lord forgive me, lord forgive me, cause I’m sinning

I spent two thousand at the dentist

This a foreign lil nigga, not no hemi

We drinking Actavis, ain’t drinkin’ on no Remy

Narcotics on me, I be mad high

Dressed in Bathing Ape, I be mad fly

Savage sending hits like a wise guy

I’ma sit in front the judge and tell a damn lie

Nigga I be mad high, mad high, mad high

Mad high, mad high, mad high, mad high

Nigga I get mad fly, mad fly, mad fly, mad fly

Mad fly, mad fly, mad fly, mad fly

Pull up on a back street, roll the window down

Pull up on a back street, another nigga down

That AK47 turn your smile into a frown

Bitch I’m from the street, I turn a seven to a pound

I left my baby mama and I went and got a model

You can’t get no guala if you don’t know how to swallow

What the bombaclot, I feel like oscar cause I’m a shotta

You say you gettin’ money what you using as your product?

I hit my first lick and I spent that shit on Prada

Nigga sneak dissin’, I got shots for all your partners

Bitch I’m from the six, I eat soul food, not Benihanas

I keep that 223, I knock your head out of your Honda

Narcotics on me, I be mad high

Dressed in Bathing Ape, I be mad fly

Savage sending hits like a wise guy

I’ma sit in front the judge and tell a damn lie

Nigga I be mad high, mad high, mad high

Mad high, mad high, mad high, mad high

Nigga I get mad fly, mad fly, mad fly, mad fly

Mad fly, mad fly, mad fly, mad fly