Metta World Peace

Lyrics

[Intro] (Getta Beats) (Howatiwi) [Verse 1: BabyTron] Walking in my shoes, it's gon' hurt but it might take a mile Keyword "my", how the fuck you gon' take my style? Mean-mugging, upping like a dub, I can't fake a smile Only thing raw is the cone, bitch, that ain't my child Only thing I haven't punched yet is a house Only thing that I see on your bitch is a mouth Red dot with the, yeah, I'm zooming in and out Coach Tron, OT , audible, I switch the route [Verse 2: StanWill] Ayy, I got red tips in the chop, put some chesters on him I just touch down with some jacks, did the Hester on 'em One phone call'll get him, feel like Lester on 'em Left him dead right on the floor tryna wrestle on [?] Balenciaga stepping, it's Off-White if I do the Mikes And before I ever lose a fight, he'll lose his life Opp called me "broke" like he he a doofus, right? For them loose screws, niggas know I got a toolie tight [Verse 3: TrDee] Man, I'm flyer than some pilots, I don't need a flight How I get these niggas plates and I ain't get a bite? You was cuffing broke bitches, I am not the type This some [?] dub looking kinda light I keep getting money, going places you ain't never been She a soul snatcher, man, I'm waking up in Hell again You gon' catch the nearest Uber if you miss the mail again You gon' fuck around and vomit if you hit that [?] again [Verse 4: BabyTron] You gon' probably die if the pistols get involved I ain't gon' lie, I'm probably tripping in the Loft Lil' bitch tripping, tryna grip it while it's soft Let 'em try to leap, Glock ribbit like a frog Knowing I'm a star, this bitch look at me like Galileo 7.62s hit his BM house and crack a cradle Eddie V's brunch, hunnid scammers sitting at the table Winner time coming? Boy, you flashing them taxes, ain't you? [Verse 5: StanWill] Caught him out as a opp, left him as a dead person All that running out of pape' he doing left his legs hurting Switch the IP address again 'cause the feds lurking Dukes named me "Stan" but in store, bitch, I'm [?] Huh, don't get blew like some hot food We'll turn 'em red for them blues, how a cop do Hit him with a head but the Glock full of Caillous All this fucking pape' in my pocket, I could buy you [Verse 6: TrDee] Trump, why these lames turnt? Fuck it, I'ma vote for Biden Make her say some crazy shit like this is what I get for lying Fuck around and break my heart like this is what I get for trying Fuck around and get his [?] like this is what you get for hiding Phone on DND, run it up to the E-N-D Choppa make it rock, think I'm pulling up with PnB She can't see the crib, I always hit her at the BNB Riding through The 'Burbs like, "What do bitches really see in me?" [Verse 7: BabyTron] Metta World Peace, I used to punch but I'm a changed man Bitch, you got on Ray-Bans, you bet not try to blade dance If I count the bullets, I'ma need like eight hands Talking 'bout a baby, out the window is my eighth plan [Verse 8: StanWill] It's a dick hanging off this bitch but it ain't trans Fettuccine with the lobster tail and a steak, man If you bust a move, I'm busting him because I can't dance B-R-O-K-E, bitch, that ain't Stan [Verse 9: TrDee] Said I'm getting bigger, I'm like, "Ain't that what the money do?" See us out, you keep it hot, something like the bunnies do Add your post to my page, this is what the dummies do When you really got a buzz, this is what the honnies do