Metakid - 18+1 Lyrics

Ha,
(1400 Nigga)
Listen,
Get to runnin' 'fo I get up on yo ass now, (Rrahh)
These pussy niggas wanna say they in they bag now,
The choppa swingin' both ways make ya limbo, (Make ya limbo)
Strobe light turn ya hideout to a disco, (To a disco)
My old lady said I talk too reckless, (Ou)
In an Aston Martin wit a blunt and an erection,
The 38 special what Im keepin' for protection,
Neva runnin' outta bullets cuz my aim a force to reck' wit,
Flippin money back and forth like runnin' suicides, (Yea)
Ksubi onna hoodie matchin' Timbs cold as ice, (Oh)
Call me outta pocket but these niggas up in mine,
Pops dun told me that the paper chase forever he was right,
I been runnin' outta patience,
Dealin' wit some niggas who don't make sense,
Armani on my wrist she called me tasteless,
That bitch gone see me ridin' in a spaceship,
Made an OF just for a facelift,
They say "Meta why you think you gotta make it", (Gotta make it)
Balenci's diamonds i'm impatient, (How you comin?)
Off white designer wit a blazer, (How you comin?)
I'm in a white recliner wit a Asian,
I'm tipsy kinda gotta feelin,
I should get the f*ck up outta here,
My gut is wilin' so I trust dat bih,
And i'm always right cuz 12 on my shit,
And if you want that smoke,
Betta drop dat lo,
Ain't no SOS I'm comin
Like I'm G.I. Joe,
Got it on me and I'm ridin'
Inna 4x4,
From the ward, so they sayin
I got suicidal doors
Got the pocket rocket on me it wont end well,
You niggas watch my money but you tryna post bail,
My girl said we forever cuz we both goin to hell,
Tryna change my ways but the change is treatin' me well,
Back in high school f*cked two bitches side to side,
Made a split decision
She like bae I miss you I said girl
Ill be there imminently, (Imminently)
Flamed anotha nigga, ooh I think i'm finna
Hit double digits
I wont give specifics, cuz that pen naw
You wont see me in it
Don't be askin' questions on my name
Keep it dlow,
F*ck who in them dms when I shoot bih
Issa free throw,
She cain't feel ha knees I said
"You shoulda kept dat shit closed,"
Pussy f*ck wit us and we gone pop em
Like a pimple, (Pop)
Don't you ask me what she gotta do cuz
This is simple, (Grahh)
Lay back I tow you like guitar,
Instrumental,
Peaches inna mornin';
Call that shit a balanced breakfast, (Yea)
She "bae i'm rusty," give ha shots
Like she got tetanus, (BOW BOW)
Can you beat the celly,
Bumpin' inna telly,
Got about .45 in my belly,
Yea i'm inna game cuz I been ballin' like i'm- (Melly boa)
Yea i'm inna game cuz I been ballin' like i'm Curry,
Spinnin' wit three lines up innis bitch yea thas a flurry,
F*ck ya bitch crazy side to side I'm ridin' dirty,
See me inna picture but my face a lil blurry,
Jus be quiet when I said there ain't no ties I kno they heard me,
(I know they heard me nigga)
(Real nigga shit only)
(1400 nigga or no way)