Crossed Out (feat. Metro Boomin)

Future

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    (If Young Metro don't trust you, I'm gon' shoot you) Drug dealer, caterpillars, ho chose
    Drug dealer, caterpillars, ten toes (8-808)
    Drug dealer, caterpillars, ice froze
    (I knew we couldn't trust him)
    Drug dealer, caterpillars

    Ho chose my pimpin', I'm a real one
    I'm with five thick strippers, they some lesbians
    Yellow diamonds got this yellow bitch cross-eyed
    You ain't down for the gang, you get crossed out

    I'm a product of the trench, nigga, Fox Five
    Sippin syrup, it can help when you traumatized
    Richard Mill' cost a mill', that's a multi
    I got all this shit from growin' up on a hard time
    Goyard, gold presidential bustdown
    That's a gold twenty-four when it touch down
    Drop the lo', up the score when they run down
    Get in that mode, nigga, turn into a bloodhound
    I'm on these Adderalls like percs, nigga, I stay woke
    Wavin' that bread around your head like a halo
    Drinkin' on red got my cup sticky like Clay-Doh
    Check out the barrel on that gun, it look like potato

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    Ho chose my pimpin', I'm a real one
    I'm with five thick strippers, they some lesbians
    Yellow diamonds got this yellow bitch cross-eyed
    You ain't down for the gang, you get crossed out

    Been a lil' minute since society went on a grand theft
    Went on a stain on my own, by my damn self
    Three cellphones, see somethin' wrong, watch for antennas
    She gave her mop in the Lamb', it was outstandin'
    I'm on my Freebandz shit, I'm a bandit
    I'm off the Earth with this shit, another planet
    I done went and blowed up on niggas like a cannon (cannon)

    Can I trust you?
    Ho chose my pimpin', I'm a real one
    I'm with five thick strippers, they some lesbians
    Yellow diamonds got this yellow bitch cross-eyed
    You ain't down for the gang, you get crossed out
    Ho chose my pimpin', I'm a real one
    I'm with five thick strippers, they some lesbians
    Yellow diamonds got this yellow bitch cross-eyed
    You ain't down for the gang, you get crossed out

    Trust me
    (If Young Metro don't trust you, I'm gon' shoot you)
    Why don't you trust me?
    (8-808)

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