DRP

You gotta chill the fuck out (Metro Boomin want some more, nigga)

My nigga done grabbed the mask and grabbed the strap then kicked the door down
We comin' in grab the bag and dropped the pack, then crashed the whole town
A nigga was down and bad and now I'm mad he told me slow down
I'm on they fuckin' ass, my boy, pass them back and forth now I'm the master
I'ma snatch the torch, had to ask the Lord if I'm a star or just an asteroid

Striking down to Earth or strengthen up before they help the war
Warriors surround a river, waiting in a reservoir
Titans I remember, don't get blood upon my uniform
I fuck with all my jewelry on
I'm fuckin' off a check, I gotta flex for all my niggas gone

And all that pressure on my head but I keep pressin' on
Give me just a second, it's a message on my cellular phone

Uh, okay kick it, drop kick, tear drop, message
Kick—