10 Freaky Girls (Explicit)

10 Freaky Girls (Explicit) - Metro Boomin/21 Savage

Produced by：Metro Boomin

Ooh

Ohhhhhhh

Noonoonoo

Noooo ahhhhh

In peace

In peace

May you rest

May you rest

Never ever shoot below the neck

Never ever

You a rookie

You a rookie

I'm a vet

I'm a vet

That's why I got a Glock you got a TEC

Got a TEC

Not checkers

Not checkers

This chess

It is chess

I flooded out my

Patek with baguettes

I curve Tiffany

Yeah for Jess

For who

Need to get myself together

I'm a mess

Straight up

In bikini bottom

I'm with Sandy

Sandy

Moesha keep on drinkin' all the brandy

Brandy

Keisha eat the molly like it's candy

Yah yah

Bodyslam a n***a like I'm Randy

Yah yah

Yeah I'm a hot hitter

Straight up

I'm a guap getter

Straight up

Leave a thot bitter

Straight up

Get your block hit up

Oh you think you in a group

Get that s**t split up

On God

Tryna suck me layin' down

I make that b***h sit up

Straight up

Yeah hot box

Dirty stick

Case closed

Case closed

We grill beef

N***a charcoal

Uh oh

Sellin' P***y

Her vajay jay got a barcode

Uh oh

These broke a*s n***as need Jobco

Used to use E B T to get seafood

Now I uber eats when I want Kiku

She wanna hang out and let the gang G you

Metro worth a lot of M's n***a

Me too

Rack's

Hangin' off my earlobes is a rock

A rock

Hangin' off my waistline is a Glock

Pop pop

The body in that casket was a opp

Twentyone

I don't throw no bottles

I throw shots

Twentyone

All this drip on me

I need a mop

Twentyone

Balenciaga boxers and the socks

On God

I got ten freaky girls on a yacht

Yacht

Finna drown in 'em dawg

Finna drown in 'em

Twentyone

Last altercation

Got a hundred rounds in him

On my mama

All my spots got a lot of bloodhounds in 'em

On your mama

Ain't no furniture

It's just a lot of pounds in 'em

Straight up

Percs soft hard

And I got the brown in 'em

On God

Word to bombaclaat

Shotta we don't ramp in 'em

Twentyone

Edgewood

Glenwood

Bouldercrest and the Hamp with 'em

Six

Got a lot of sticks

You can get stamped with 'em

On God

Tryna mediate the beef

You get found with 'em

Straight up

All these chains

Rest in peace to Harriet Tubman

Harriet Tubman

N***as broke 'cause they doin' too much clubbin'

Too much clubbin'

Cashed out on all my cars 'cause I'm stubborn

'Cause I'm stubborn

Zone six against the world

That's how I'm comin'

How I'm comin'

I came out the womb

I was thuggin'

Straight up

Ain't no fistfights

N***as uppin'

Straight up

Rappers say they want smoke

But they bluffin'

On God

When you see 'em face to face

It ain't nothin'

Straight up

Hangin' off my earlobes is a rock

A rock

Hangin' off my waistline is a

Glock

Pop pop

The body in that casket was a opp

Twentyone

I don't throw no bottles

I throw shots

Twentyone

All this drip on me

I need a mop

Twentyone

Balenciaga boxers and the socks

On God

I got ten freaky girls on a yacht

Yacht

I got ten freaky girls on a yacht

On a yacht

On a yacht

On a yacht

On a yacht

Never I

Ahhhh