DoLA - Metro lyrics

[Verse 1] Riverside Ave, copped a ball Hit the bowl with the window cracked Pa**ed out hit this hoe up she ain't hit me back So I got up outta Dodge cuz these n***as jack And ion even wear a seat belt I ain't never strapped Stupid n***a prolly hit me for a f**ing black So I hit the back road to my n***a crib He smoking good, I'm tryna get it how my n***a live Hoping this potent in my throat open my n***a ears We get too throwed expose our fears and all end up in tears Get it together hit the corner for another beer A couple crackers in Impala on my f**ing rear I had to cut the AC up cuz it got hot in here And we can smoke another blunt but n***a not in here I swear these b**hes only love my for my knotty hair I shave my head and cut my beard I'll prolly disappear One hand on the wheel while I fix the mirror Two blunts in the air n***a That's a pair You know the feeling when you thuggin don't nothing compare And you ain't gotta aim at nothing just but in The air Three young black n***as tryna' get there 4 times for the Ville this sh** real R.I.P. GT this sh** real He ain't make it this far ain't sh** fair Yeah [Bridge] I was on my dick dawg I was thinking maybe we could get rich dawg I wrote a song for yo b**h dawg Maybe she can bust it open for a big dawg [Hook] Smoke good eat good like a big dawg Dream big die hard like a big dawg Live free drive fast like a big dawg Rubber band on a stack like a big dawg May she can throw it back for a big dawg Maybe she can throw it back for a big dawg Maybe she can throw it back for a big dawg Maybe she can throw it back for a big dawg [Verse 2] Riding paranoid in a rental with six n***as Six empty bottles just k**ing a n***a liver Sick I had to vomit a taco and conch fritters Them coppers won't f** with us in the bottom cuz we chillin' Had to divorce a swisher, split it fill it with Christmas Then hit it forget my sentence like dammit I should've writ it Dammit my n***a jiggin, his eyes remind me of Riddick I can't let his momma see him she a different type of Christian Hope his father forgive us, he told us we didn't listen Too busy taking risk and forgetting what we was given My n***as think I'm tripping cuz I spend my time spittin' but I promise if they hear it They'd see I'm tryna' get a pocket full of politicians countin' all my new friends Tryna' make a proposition on a all-black new Benz All that new money tie up all my loose ends I bet a hundred thousand pay for all my new sins [Bridge] [Hook]