🐩MET GALA lyrics

Don’t come to the trap thinkin that u brave
We send yo ass up n*gga wit them jakes
Like stop allat cap rap that sh*t fake
This 45 wipe that smile off yo face
We pop out the dark lanes with them drakes
Dont get yo ass set up, that sh*t bait
I can't love a ho n*gga that sh*t gay
And I treat a bih n*gga like i’m Tate
Dont f*ck with the mob n*gga you gon die
My draco a dragon n*gga that sh*t fye
Don’t lie to yo self boy you not that guy
My pistol got two tone like it bi
We send a dam fruit loop through yo eye

[Chorus]
I went to met gala, ready to f*ck on models
I want me luh bella hadid
I went to Ny, ready to do John Gotti
You know i ain doin good deed
How you tryna livе that dam life, my n*gga i know you is sweet
15 i was hangin round bad guys
You f*ck wit the gang you get bеat

[V2]
How the f*ck we scared of death n*gga, my n*gga we stay death row
I dont do that red blue f*cksh*t, that stay onna internet folk
I’ll do time I ain no snitch n*gga, get ready to tie that damn rope
We dont f*ck with vampleek, we send them real fang to ya throat