lirik lagu met gala – camoflaw
(hook)
i don’t owe you nothing b*tch, i don’t owe you sh*t
go and get yo own money up cause i’m tired of making you rich
yo name on my phone is met gala, cause you always be throwing a fit
i’m in my bag and i’m flexed up, i’m riding round town with a stick
ridin round town a stick, i’m riding round town with a mop
askin me why i do fl!cks, i do it for yall to get shot
all of my homies we rich, we takin the gold out the pot
you saying that he got a stick, well tell him that i got a glock
(verse 1)
told him u finna get popped
play with ’em and you get shot
we stepping on stones in the block
i told you that i am the don
cali the state that i’m from
but i’m really down in the south
she screaming and gagging it, uh
lil baby she screaming it loud
hop in thе v and i flex up
cause lately i’m gеtting my racks up
you talkin’ that sh*t, so wassup
yo’ b*tch last night was knocked up
i need the e*30, we sw*ngin
we off of the kush, we nauseous
thug asked me what i’m bangin
i’m banging yo b*tch to usher
i’m banging yo hoe to usher
ain’t lying, yeah word to my mother
we shot him cause he was a buster
i hop in the ghost like a buster
i hope in the phantom, like danny
palisade b*tch off the xanny
she popping the sh*t like a candy
we stay as a pack, no fannies
(hook)
i don’t owe you nothing b*tch, i don’t owe you sh*t
go and get yo own money up cause i’m tired of making you rich
yo name on my phone is met gala, cause you always be throwing a fit
i’m in my bag and i’m flexed up, i’m riding round town with a stick
ridin round town a stick, i’m riding round town with a mop
askin me why i do fl!cks, i do it for yall to get shot
all of my homies we rich, we takin the gold out the pot
you saying that he got a stick, well tell him that i got a glock
(verse 2)
balenci’ the jeans, i bought em
i pass the gas like i farted
don’t walk in my house, it’s haunted
i’m fighting the demons and monsters
ain’t really been f*cken with college
don’t mean that i ain’t a scholar
the brain she gave me was stupid
so i know that she ain’t a scholar
yeah, pass me the zaza
f*ck you, yo mama, and papa
we hop in the v its a rara
goin real dummy’s an option
ain’t sipping the lean, no coughing
and rip my brudda caution
and f*ck the hoes that shot him
it’s turning me into a monster
(outro)
it’s turning me into a monster
i really be off of the zaza
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