Slimetro

(álbum: Meet Us Outer Space - 2019)

[Intro:]
Jose the Plug

[Beno:]
Racks in, Drego on the road, run it back one more, uh
She like, "Where we finna go?" We gon' hit the O
I put VV's on your ho, VV's in her nose
Summertime, was in my shorts, wintertime, in my coat
I can see it in your eyes, this ain't what you want
I pour up a whole damn five, yeah, that's on my bros
That I can't see no more
She wanna stay close, 'cause she know them racks in

I got the backend, I told her tap in, I beat her back in
Tryna post me on Instagram, she on some rat shit
I gotta stack it, my diamonds dancing, hold 'em for ransom
She my little red lil' bone, she won't tell me no
Move a thousand grams of blow, used to be on that stove
Move five hundred grams of coke, my mama like, "Woah"
I just touched down with the bag, I iced her in rose gold

Racks in, Drego on the road, run it back one more, uh
She like, "Where we finna go?" We gon' hit the O
I put VV's on your ho, VV's in her nose
Summertime, was in my shorts, wintertime, in my coat
I can see it in your eyes, this ain't what you want
I pour up a whole damn five, yeah, that's on my bros
That I can't see no more
She wanna stay close, 'cause she know them racks in

[Drego:]
All my niggas selling beans or they selling dope
If you talking making pros, we go coast to coast
Hop in, feel like Need for Speed, racky off a show
Wintertime on the end of they grind, summertime blow the poles
Catch him slipping, wipe his nose
Feds watching, strike a pose
Knock him off and then we toast
I hop in Trackhawk and race Beno
We fuck on they hoes, they don't even know
I got way more seals than these boys know
I caught a nigga tryna count my load
Don't get your ass boxed in
I'm pushing his top ten
Oh, you got the backend
Spending the backend

[Beno:]
Racks in, Drego on the road, run it back one more, uh
She like, "Where we finna go?" We gon' hit the O
I put VV's on your ho, VV's in her nose
Summertime, was in my shorts, wintertime, in my coat
I can see it in your eyes, this ain't what you want
I pour up a whole damn five, yeah, that's on my bros
That I can't see no more
She wanna stay close, 'cause she know them racks in

Racks in
Pack in
Tap in
Backend
Instagram
Rat shit
I gotta stack it
Hold 'em for ransom
She won't tell me no
Used to be on that stove
My mama like, "Woah"
I iced her in rose gold