12am In The Met (feat. Gasbag Stacks)

Damn, Pablo, you got this bitch going crazy Okay, okay, okay Walked in the stu with bout ah k We in the met right now and I'm vibes Feelin' just like the A Okay, okay, okay I blow this bitch here one day I ain't no boy, no more, I'm a man I ain't got time to play Okay, okay, okay Walked in the stu with bout ah k We in the met right now and I'm vibes Feelin' just like the A Okay, okay, okay I blow this bitch here one day I ain't no boy, no more, I'm a man I ain't got time to play Okay, okay, okay I'm sayin' what it is and what it ain't Seven-six-two's, leave em' stank Nigga I need all that, this ain't no prank Got me clutching my fye on a sneaky link Like, uh, uh, uh, uh Nigga done lost his top Damn lil surf been out his top Nigga, I get this drill shit from my pops End up in a drought for bout a week How fast I move this pint Me and stacks bang 36, she wanna f*ck on sight Came up in this bitch with my blick Cause I tuck it tight Had to tell her I'm off that wock The only reason I stayed the night I'm up in the stu, up in the met Subi's and Amiris Know them bandits creepin' close You cannot get near me All my niggas shootin' just like Luka Don't do Jason Terry You ain't gotta ask who poppin' shit You can see it clearly One-stop shop, nigga, we got it all Came up off that campus strictly Known for getting my package off I been hittin' the road Been missing plays made that back in one jug Puttin' on for the hood I slay it once, she know I do it good Still want that get back from that other shit I tend to creep at night Hang out with that G-19 You know I got the beamin' light Come shop with the fuckin' team You know we got the lows and highs When them flames get high You know them bandits tend to fuckin' rise We just hit the road, car go too fast So I pray we don't check Drop a arm and leg on this lil' bitch So she gon' give me neck Won't catch me in the loop I get in tune, I see it's bout that check Tryna hop box on a jet Lil' bitch, she say she like my vibe I'ma young turnt, nigga, on my shit And I get super fly F*ck the bitch, she tried to cut me off So I got super high Had to flex on niggas, drop some flicks And I ain't even try Shit, I pop perkys, I get super geek Who woulda known his bitch, a super freak I ain't even tryna get inside this bitch If I can't bring the glee Drop a bag, them youngins creep That shit tragic, heard he got booked for his blick Niggas tryna come and hit your spot They find out you a lick When it come down to that pape These niggas know how this shit get How you got that work them junkies Call my phone they need a fix, Set!