It's a matter of fact, I'm runnin' with sticks and Burkin bags
Why is you actin' like that, I took all your shit but put it back
I'm in my own room, on my own, but my mind goin fast
The car go vroom, smokin' that dro, we hittin' the gas
I'm tryna run up me a band, tryna run off to the south with her friend
I'm whippin' it, bitch, like Van, you already know, Candy Man
Nah I'm just playin', I don't do that shit, I just slept with a fan
I'm ridin' round town with a fan, huh, wait, nah, I ain't
I tote on it, bitch like a K, huh, wait, nah, this a Drake
I'm rollin' this shit, nah, I ain't, huh, wait, where's the pape
I'm tryna run up to the bank, huh, wait, I need my pape
I heard that your homie a lame, he be runnin' up, everyone game
Why are we talkin about me? Let's talk about you
Why you was f*ckin' up on that dude? I was all up in the motherf*ckin' stu
Why is it everywhere we go? Yeah, you talk about food
Fat bitch at my spot, yeah, I just told up on her too
Metadata shit, got a new chip, all in my brain
I'm drivin' downtown, had to stop, cuz this bitch in my lane
I'm thinkin' too much, had to stop, yeah, it's f*ckin' my brain
Ever since 2023, I don't remember a thing
I just be lightin' swish with trees, yeah, it's f*ckin' my brain
I don't be doin' shit on time, I just be showin' up late
F*ck that bitch, she look like a dime, but her body fake
All I be hearin' is these lies, bitch, get outta my face
Metadata shit, yeah, future shit
Met her at the crib, now we locked in
Had my eyes set, as soon as I walked in
I spent the whole check, and then I just left the bitch
I feel like a robot, yeah, futuristic
I ain't f*ckin' with hoes, nah, shit's old, I miss it
I be chillin' with bros, now, shit's all about business
I be pullin' these fours out, shit, nah, I'm quittin
It's a matter of fact, I'm runnin' with sticks and Burkin bags
Why is you actin' like that? I took all your shit, but put it back
I'm in my own room, on my own, but my mind goin' fast
The car go room, smokin' that dro, we hittin' the gas
I'm tryna run up me a band
Tryna run off to the south with her friend
I'm whippin' it, bitch, like Van, you already know, Candyman
Nah, I'm just playin', I don't do that shit
I just slept with a fan
I'm ridin' round town with a fan, huh
Wait, nah, I ain't
I told on that bitch like a K, huh
Wait, nah, this a Drake
I'm rollin' this shit, nah, I ain't, huh
Wait, where's the pape
I'm tryna run up to the bank, huh
Wait, I need my pape
I heard that your homie a lame
He be runnin' up every one game
Lil Roach - Metadata Lyrics
Lil Roach - Metadata Lyrics
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It's a matter of fact, I'm runnin' with sticks and Burkin bags
Why is you actin' like that, I took all your shit but put it back
I'm in my own room, on my own, but my mind goin fast
The car go vroom, smokin' that dro, we hittin' the gas
I'm tryna run up me a band, tryna run off to the south with her friend
I'm whippin' it, bitch, like Van, you already know, Candy Man
Nah I'm just playin', I don't do that shit, I just slept with a fan
I'm ridin' round town with a fan, huh, wait, nah, I ain't
I tote on it, bitch like a K, huh, wait, nah, this a Drake
I'm rollin' this shit, nah, I ain't, huh, wait, where's the pape
I'm tryna run up to the bank, huh, wait, I need my pape
I heard that your homie a lame, he be runnin' up, everyone game
Why are we talkin about me? Let's talk about you
Why you was f*ckin' up on that dude? I was all up in the motherf*ckin' stu
Why is it everywhere we go? Yeah, you talk about food
Fat bitch at my spot, yeah, I just told up on her too
Metadata shit, got a new chip, all in my brain
I'm drivin' downtown, had to stop, cuz this bitch in my lane
I'm thinkin' too much, had to stop, yeah, it's f*ckin' my brain
Ever since 2023, I don't remember a thing
I just be lightin' swish with trees, yeah, it's f*ckin' my brain
I don't be doin' shit on time, I just be showin' up late
F*ck that bitch, she look like a dime, but her body fake
All I be hearin' is these lies, bitch, get outta my face
Metadata shit, yeah, future shit
Met her at the crib, now we locked in
Had my eyes set, as soon as I walked in
I spent the whole check, and then I just left the bitch
I feel like a robot, yeah, futuristic
I ain't f*ckin' with hoes, nah, shit's old, I miss it
I be chillin' with bros, now, shit's all about business
I be pullin' these fours out, shit, nah, I'm quittin
It's a matter of fact, I'm runnin' with sticks and Burkin bags
Why is you actin' like that? I took all your shit, but put it back
I'm in my own room, on my own, but my mind goin' fast
The car go room, smokin' that dro, we hittin' the gas
I'm tryna run up me a band
Tryna run off to the south with her friend
I'm whippin' it, bitch, like Van, you already know, Candyman
Nah, I'm just playin', I don't do that shit
I just slept with a fan
I'm ridin' round town with a fan, huh
Wait, nah, I ain't
I told on that bitch like a K, huh
Wait, nah, this a Drake
I'm rollin' this shit, nah, I ain't, huh
Wait, where's the pape
I'm tryna run up to the bank, huh
Wait, I need my pape
I heard that your homie a lame
He be runnin' up every one game
Why is you actin' like that, I took all your shit but put it back
I'm in my own room, on my own, but my mind goin fast
The car go vroom, smokin' that dro, we hittin' the gas
I'm tryna run up me a band, tryna run off to the south with her friend
I'm whippin' it, bitch, like Van, you already know, Candy Man
Nah I'm just playin', I don't do that shit, I just slept with a fan
I'm ridin' round town with a fan, huh, wait, nah, I ain't
I tote on it, bitch like a K, huh, wait, nah, this a Drake
I'm rollin' this shit, nah, I ain't, huh, wait, where's the pape
I'm tryna run up to the bank, huh, wait, I need my pape
I heard that your homie a lame, he be runnin' up, everyone game
Why are we talkin about me? Let's talk about you
Why you was f*ckin' up on that dude? I was all up in the motherf*ckin' stu
Why is it everywhere we go? Yeah, you talk about food
Fat bitch at my spot, yeah, I just told up on her too
Metadata shit, got a new chip, all in my brain
I'm drivin' downtown, had to stop, cuz this bitch in my lane
I'm thinkin' too much, had to stop, yeah, it's f*ckin' my brain
Ever since 2023, I don't remember a thing
I just be lightin' swish with trees, yeah, it's f*ckin' my brain
I don't be doin' shit on time, I just be showin' up late
F*ck that bitch, she look like a dime, but her body fake
All I be hearin' is these lies, bitch, get outta my face
Metadata shit, yeah, future shit
Met her at the crib, now we locked in
Had my eyes set, as soon as I walked in
I spent the whole check, and then I just left the bitch
I feel like a robot, yeah, futuristic
I ain't f*ckin' with hoes, nah, shit's old, I miss it
I be chillin' with bros, now, shit's all about business
I be pullin' these fours out, shit, nah, I'm quittin
It's a matter of fact, I'm runnin' with sticks and Burkin bags
Why is you actin' like that? I took all your shit, but put it back
I'm in my own room, on my own, but my mind goin' fast
The car go room, smokin' that dro, we hittin' the gas
I'm tryna run up me a band
Tryna run off to the south with her friend
I'm whippin' it, bitch, like Van, you already know, Candyman
Nah, I'm just playin', I don't do that shit
I just slept with a fan
I'm ridin' round town with a fan, huh
Wait, nah, I ain't
I told on that bitch like a K, huh
Wait, nah, this a Drake
I'm rollin' this shit, nah, I ain't, huh
Wait, where's the pape
I'm tryna run up to the bank, huh
Wait, I need my pape
I heard that your homie a lame
He be runnin' up every one game
Writer: Aiden Roach
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