Who run the met, that's me
You can catch me in the streets makin' sumn
Gon catch me in the kitchen bakin' sumn
Might find me in yo house takin' sumn
Might find me in the woods straight puffin on woods smoke green up like a train or sumn
Fuck yo plug I ain't payin' for nothin'
I'm too busy flippin' the hunnids
I'm to busy stackin' the money
I'm too busy fuckin' yo bitch
She suck me then give u a kiss
I ran out of time for the bitch
I need a new clock on my wrist
Invicta it gimmie a kiss
I put a whole O on my wrist
My business worth more than your clique
And i don't take kindly to shit
Fuck wit me I'm slitting yo wrists
I'm leavin you restin in piss
Lil bitch I'm a vet wit the shit
Make you sell yo house for some bricks
I run up a check and I split
Cuz I don’t trust n***as for shit
Snitch n***a worth less than my spit aye
Been fucked by bloods and crips alike
Thats silly me thinkin we was tight
Thats silly ‘Rik thinkin I don't bite
And silly me let him keep his life
He snitched quick what a little bitch
But god blessed me, no charges hit
N***as lucky I ain't had a stick
But he now he knows who he fucked wit
Bitch im a killer for money
Hitman in the dope game
None of you n***as can touch me
Fuck them n***as I'm my own gang
Fuck it Imma snatch my own chain
And flip it to up my supply
Then sell it to keep the hood high
I'm moving that green from Dubai
Fuck all the gangs fuck all the lames, fuck all the fake ass killers
You say you a blood imma spill ya, you claim GSC imma peel ya
Cuz n***a its fuck yo feelings
Like I got my dick in yo nerves
I'm leaving y'all dead on the curb
Got n***as like just say the word
But I keep it quiet cuz im on a diet
I eatin these n***as myself aye
Their tapes straight rot on the shelf
My product keeps bringing in wealth ooo
I do it like nobody else
I'm mailing the dope super stealth
I'm finna start growin myself
The money is good for my health
So who run the Met thats me
Ballin like CP3
A young shooter like rondo
Load the 9 shoot a 3
Keepin’ iron on me
Like im tryna fuck up some wrinkles
Hoes stay eyin me
Like im a cake wit the sprinkles
But don’t call me sweet
Cuz I bring the heat
I burn up the block like I'm Bowser
I'm in the streets movin that Sour
Stay Snappin cuz I got the power
I might have to cop me some powder
I might have to start whippin bricks
I might start supplying the shit
I might have to pass to assist
Its broke god I'm runnin' this shit