text: Metro Boomin Lyrics
  I used to eat breakfast, that was in school days
  Now I put the fork in the Pyrex
  Put crack in the bowl, no cornflakes
  White girl in the press, no foreplay
  10-10 through, come bore mate
  Take risks and prosper
  Pray that I dont catch a court case
  Got the traphouse boomin like Metro
  Fleek queuin up the hallway
  Wrappin up points and scores
  Got the table lookin like a board game 
  Had the libids with Headz and this
  So I phoned my bruv for a four-way 
  Got smoke comin off always 
  Beef get seasoned like Salt Bae 
  Traphouse boomin like Metro
  Fleek queuin up the hallway 
  Wrappin up points and scores
  Got the table lookin like a board game 
  Had the libids with Headz and this
  So I phoned my bruv for a four-way 
  Got smoke comin off always
  Beef get seasoned like Salt Bae
  Bro just slapped it in sports 
  Just got the drop on an opp
  Bored him outside the court 
  Im only 20
  Please dont ask how many whips have I bought
  I was like huh, huh?
  Man went quiet, thats what I thought 
  Got hella bands on my paigons
  Got hella plans for my enemies
  If you aint a driller or a trapper dont even bother stand next to me
  Do a drill and go sleep
  Wake up, spend couple bands 
  Then its back to the opp block
  Zombie spurs in a tinted van
  They say Beckton man are all washed
  And Beckton man aint on job
  But your boy got chinged, he got shot
  And your young Gs car got robbed
  Do up the Harlem flow
  Switch it up with a 6er bop
  I can ten toe over dem sides there
  Cah the van went and crashed on a opp
  For fucks sake akh
  Whyd you crash on to my man like that fam?
  Well, is he alive?
  What, the vans not startin, no?
  Aww, fuck it
  The vans not startin
  We just done a mad ting here and shit got mad 
  And when youre ridin you dont bring your phone so you cant really call them a cab
  Shits all ments 
  Shits intense 
  Hearin sirens gettin too close
  Every mans hoppin over one fence
  Got my rambo, I aint tryna spar 
  Man cant question gang in the ends like they dont really know who we are 
  Like how many times have I bored a mad ting, man I just switch up my car
  I bought how many foreigns, how many foreigns
  Gettin lit, had to insure my darrg
  Yo, look
  Like how many times have I went dem sides there
  On my life, we all lost count 
  Dem man hittin civilians
  Rushin kids like dash attacks 
  I got more dough than every single one of them
  Dem man got shooters
  I made them run, I cant rate none of them
  Got the traphouse boomin like Metro 
  Fleek queuin up the hallway
  Wrappin up points and scores
  Got the table lookin like a board game
  Had the libids with Headz and this
  So I phoned my bruv for a four-way
  Got smoke comin off always
  Beef get seasoned like Salt Bae
  Traphouse boomin like Metro
  Fleek queuin up the hallway
  Wrappin up points and scores
  Got the table lookin like a board game 
  Had the libids with Headz and this
  So I phoned my bruv for a four-way 
  Got smoke comin off always 
  Beef get seasoned like Salt Bae
  Still pissed about all this jail time
  Pigs really done man wrong
  Me and Z just a reed on the 9
  Or we dont buy from opps
  Right, now we cant let cord by the swine, thats a lot
  I still did him like ooh, ooh
  How did his flow undermine that song?
  Me and big bro doin hella on the M-way
  We about to dry this crop
  My little bro on the block doin nuttin
  So I couldnt find his spot 
  All the times I met him on the wrists like cufflinks
  Jail bakin custard
  It gets with mustard
  Both colours in the bando jumpin
  Movin like Shannon Tucker 
  Bad B come to the nizz for the D dont forget those dumplings
  Metro boomin, ding-dong zoomin
  Broad day bootin, four-door cruisin
  Cant speak if we aint talkin bankrolls
  Cah Im speakin in fluent 
  Z just lost two G-packs
  The Lord knows Im fumin 
  But its these losses and winnings 
  And Im still winnin and losin 
  Ive been doin up trap from when I was young like Scooter 
  Now the cigars from Cuba 
  Cah Im metro boomin like FutureEmbed