METS - Call Me Wilt Lyrics

I'ma f*ck around and drown in that bitch and I wanna get it so the whole city lit
Fourth quarter, I'ma clutch up that shit I would die for my dogs and I feel like John Wick
I reach for the stars, I'm chasing my goals, I take off to mars, I'm taking my bros, I stopped popping bars now
Now I'm feeling low But I gotta go, go, go, go

Stay Steady and focus the mission I gotta make money, the money ain't kidding
I'm staying myself and I feel like I'm Strickland Don't care what I say, then why the f*ck you
Listening
Ran up some numbers, but they ain't believe So, they call me Wilt
Look where I came from, look what I built My money got longer, stack gon tilt
I run up a ton, think I stay at the hill Big bros sent beat, that Beat i kilt
My money got longer, flow got better Bitches wetter, no
My neck is stronger, chain got heavier Wish I never met that hoe
My wrist on froze now, diamond dresser, I leave that shit all at home
My brother been calling me, telling me Joey like you gotta drop this shit
The talent you got you ain't putting on show like you gotta drop a hit
And ik some people that f*cking walked out of my life but f*ck about a bitch
It's crazy cause they be the ones i believed in I told em that we all fin be rich
It's yo day one bro walking outta yo life
And With yo day one hoe that you wanted as a wife
Like what am I gon do
Nothing to go
I just been grinding all at night
Like all that I go through
Shit that I went though I know that God got me right

Ran up some numbers, but they ain't believe So, they call me Wilt
Look where I came from, look what I built My money got longer, stack gon tilt
I run up a ton, think I stay at the hill Big bros sent beat, that Beat i kilt
My money got longer, flow got better Bitches wetter, no
My neck is stronger, chain got heavier Wish I never met that hoe
My wrist on froze now, diamond dresser, I leave that shit all at home

No no

I'ma f*ck around and drown in that bitch and I wanna get it so the whole city lit
Fourth quarter, I'ma clutch up that shit I would die for my dogs and I feel like John Wick
I reach for the stars, I'm chasing my goals, I take off to mars, I'm taking my bros, I stopped popping bars now, Now I'm feeling low But I gotta go, go, go, go