Met Gala
(Hook)
I don't owe you nothing bitch, I don't owe you shit
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 flicks, 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 shit, so wassup
Yo' bitch last night was knocked up
I need the E-30, we swangin
We off of the kush, we nauseous
Thug asked me what I'm bangin
I'm banging yo bitch 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 bitch off the xanny
She popping the shit like a candy
We stay as a pack, no fannies
(Hook)
I don't owe you nothing bitch, I don't owe you shit
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 flicks, 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 fucken 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
Fuck 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 fuck 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
