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Description
Metro Boomin Presents: A Futuristic Summa (Hosted by DJ Spinz)
Producer: Metro Boomin
Recording Engineer: Connor Rinoski
Mixing Engineer: Ethan Stevens
Mastering Engineer: Joe LaPorta
Background Vocalist: YKNIECE
Background Vocalist: Adejah Parish
Other: Malik Benberry
Other: William "Bilz" Dougan
Additional Mixing Engineer: Victor Luevanos
Composer Lyricist: Leland Wayne
Composer Lyricist: Jeffery Johnson Jr.
Composer Lyricist: Thaddeus Maurice Williams
Lyrics and translation
Original
If Young Metro don't trust you, I'm gon' shoot you, yeah
Let's go, let go
Let me feed you like a baby bird
Yeen e'en gotta get up and chase the worm
Girl, you a trip like you made from Sherm
I don't play games, I'm David Stern
They were tryna perm, like where you get wavy from?
Eatin' shit up, bae, save me some
She said you and me, babe, we made for love
I sat back and let you treat me like a baby star, let's get it
Ever since I seen you walk my way (whoa)
I ain't been able to talk the same (nah)
Girl, I've been searchin' for a change of pace
And you my kinda thing
I'm tryna take this shit back to my place
Just slide all day (let go)
Ain't the type to play no type of games
Girl, let's slide back to my place
I can hide away, I'm tryna see what it's about
You want 30-inch buss down? (Fasho, bae)
You want rocks on your fingers? (Fasho, bae)
You want gold-black truck? (Fasho, bae)
You wanna bring your twin? (Fasho, bae, what it's about?)
You wanna fuck right now? (Fasho, bae)
You wanna eat this cat? (Fasho, bae)
Want me to ring that rose? (Fasho, bae)
I'm finna bring my twin (fasho, bae, what it's about?)
(Whoa) ooh, ooh, ooh, what it's about?
(Whoa) ooh, ooh, ooh, what it's about?
To the right, to the left
To the right, to the left
To the right, to the right
To the left, to the left
To the right, to the left
To the right, to the left
If Young Metro don't trust you, I'm gon' shoot you, yeah
Ever since I seen you walk my way (whoa)
I ain't been able to talk the same (nah)
Girl, I've been searchin' for a change of pace
And you my kinda thing
I'm tryna take this shit back to my place
Just slide all day (let go)
Ain't the type to play no type of games
Girl, let's slide back to my place
I can hide away, I'm tryna see what it's about
You want 30-inch buss down? (Fasho, bae)
You want rocks on your fingers? (Fasho, bae)
You want gold-black truck? (Fasho, bae)
You wanna bring your twin? (Fasho, bae, what it's about?)
You wanna fuck right now? (Fasho, bae)
You wanna eat this cat? (Fasho, bae)
Want me to ring that rose? (Fasho, bae)
I'm finna bring my twin (fasho, bae, what it's about?)
(Whoa) ooh, ooh, ooh, what it's about?
(Whoa) ooh, ooh, ooh, what it's about?
To the right, to the left
To the right, to the left
To the right, to the right
To the left, to the left
To the right, to the left
To the right, to the left
If Young Metro don't trust ya, I'm gon' shoot you, yeah
(Whoa) what it's about?
(Whoa) what it's about?
I'm talmbout in it, deep in it
I'm talmbout in it, all the way in it
I'm talmbout in it, deep in it
I'm talmbout in it, ah, all the way in it (yeah, hahaha)
I'm talmbout in it (ah-hahaha)