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Metro Boomin - Heroes & Villains Album Lyrics



Metro Boomin - Heroes & Villains Lyrics






On Time

Listen (listen)
Every story need a superhero and a villain
Now, introducing
Metro motherf*ckin' Boomin, nigga (Metro motherf*ckin' Boomin, nigga)

Ah, yeah
They pray for the day that I lose it
But God gave me the power to use it
May have waited a while, but I'm on time, yeah
I glide through the rain and the fire
Take no days off, can't retire
Know you waited a while, but I'm on time
Oh, I'm on time, hey
Know you waited a while, but I'm on time
Oh, I'm on time, on time
Know you waited a while, but I'm on time
(Time, time)
(May have waited a while, but I'm on time)
(May have waited a while, but I'm on time)

You know what they say
If Young Metro don't trust you
Motherf*cker, you better run

All the villains is grinnin', all my niggas is winnin'
Must I remind you one more time? Must I remind you niggas?
I gotta tell you niggas again
We gotta show them niggas again
We gotta-, we gotta-, hold on (pink)
I'm done
I am done apologizing, I am done being persecuted for my strength
You people should be thanking Christ that I am who and what I am, because you need me
You need me to save you, you do
I am the only one who possibly can
You're not the real heroes, I'm the real hero
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Writer: Bryan Lamar Simmons, Corey D'Angelo Moon, Jocelyn Donald, Johan Lenox, John Roger Stephens, Leland Tyler Wayne, Peter Lee Johnson
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.




Superhero (Heroes & Villains)

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Too Many Nights

(Honorable C.N.O.T.E)
(Metro)

Keep the bitch ju-u-ump, keep it on ju-u-ump (jump)
Keep the bitch ju-u-ump
I got it cool, for a ten
The bitch get loose, she tryna win
I beat her by the house, or beat her in
There's forty in the couch, I let her spend

When it costly, you better call in
She done popped all out, she can call twin
I done went and spazzed out, I put the raw in
I done hit the strip club and spent a tall ten
Lil' shawty off the Clicquot
She been comin' hot just like a heat stroke (heat stroke)
I could see you lurkin' through the peephole
I'm stackin' different money, type a C notes (C notes)
I'm talkin' C notes, nigga, hit CNOTE

You spend what you want and you get what you want
I guess you got what you wanted
You're hittin' the pole and you give it your all
Man, you keepin' it honest (yeah)
It's too many nights I went nameless
It's too many nights I went famous
It's too many nights I went brain insane, uh-uh-uh-uh (yeah)
Let's get dru-u-unk

Keep the bitch ju-u-ump (keep jump)
Keep the bitch jump (keep jump)
Keep the bitch-
I got it cool, for a ten
The bitch get loose, she tryna win
I beat her out the house, I beat her in
There's money in the couch, I let her spend

You made a hunnid and you fall back, did you wanna call back?
Knowin' that you're all that, bae
Always two hunnid on your dashboard, stampin' out your passport
Ask me if I'm really okay

You get what you want, you want, you want
You get what you want, you want, you want
You get what you want, you want, you want
You get what you want, you want, you want

You spend what you want and you get what you want
I guess you got what you wanted
You're hittin' the pole and you give it your all
Man, you keepin' it honest (yeah)
It's too many nights I went nameless
It's too many nights I went famous
It's too many nights I went brain insane, uh-uh-uh-uh (yeah)
Let's get dru-u-unk

Keep it on ju-u-ump (jump)
Keep it on ju-u-ump

Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh (keep it on ju-u-ump)
Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh (keep it on ju-u-ump)
Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh (keep it on ju-u-ump)

Bottega Veneta whenever you ride with me
It ain't like I'm askin' you to ride for free
From trappin' to rappin', needa be proud of me (proud of me)
Pack out the studio and throw parties (throw parties)
Money comin' too fast, I can't slow it (I can't slow it)
Feel like I'm runnin' from my past, I can't slow it down
So many nights, 'bout to crash (skrrt)
Now I'm buyin' the foreigns all cash
I can't slow down
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Writer: Allen Ritter, Caleb Zackery Toliver, Carlton Davis Mays Jr., Leland Wayne, Naydavius Wilburn
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC




Raindrops (Insane)

Metro

Drop top in rain (rain), this night feel insane
I'm up dodgin' raindrops, on road in this Range (rain, rain)
Double cup this pain, I'm f*cked up, I can't aim
Triple cups of anger, I can't hold this in (skrrt, skrrt)
I throw it, recoup it, I got a check, I just had to do it
I mix up the jazz, I rhythm and blues it
It make you crash when you goin' through it
Pill pop the pain (yeah), piss purple rainin'
Do this again, hilltop, Skylanin' (it's lit)

You get chills, that's alright
You stay down, down for life
Out the field, in the wild
Up my hill, it's a mile
You come still with a smile, I ain't feel in a while
New AP, no Timex (ayy, ayy)
I'm right now and I'm next (oh)
Put the whole game on my neck (ooh)
I run it up, pills and chiropractor bills
You should charge mil's
Wherever I reside, it's quiet (shh), private (shh), silenced (shh)
But every time, 9PM, it's high-pitched (lit), twelve o'clock (lit), riot

Drop top in rain (yeah), this night feel insane
I'm up dodgin' raindrops, on road in this Range (it's lit)
Double cup this pain, I'm f*cked up, I can't aim (straight up)
Triple cups of anger, I can't hold this in (ooh)
I throw it, recoup it, I got a check, I just had to do it
I mix up the jazz, I rhythm and blues it
It make you crash when you goin' through it
Pill pop the pain (yeah), piss purple rainin'
Do this again, hilltop, Skylanin' (it's lit)

When it kick back got some recoil
Had to run it back, made a sequel
Way she did that, it can't be legal
Now she feelin' heiress, feelin' regal
Snuck the whole bird in the seagull
Dirty got me good, feelin' evil
Darkskin chick in the daytime (ooh)
She turn off the news and give me headlines
Put it in their name, they're dodgin' fed time
Stash it in they face, somewhere they can't find
I'm wrappin' up the crib with the grape vines
Don't care 'bout what you heard through the grapevine
I'ma be the man, but I'm the mankind
You might feel insane but I'm insaner

Drop top in rain (rain), this night feel insane
I'm up dodgin' raindrops, on road in this Range (rain, rain)
Double cup this pain, I'm f*cked up, I can't aim
Triple cups of anger, I can't hold this in (skrrt, skrrt)
I throw it, recoup it, I got a check, I just had to do it
I mix up the jazz, I rhythm and blues it
It make you crash when you goin' through it
Pill pop the pain (yeah), piss purple rainin'
Do this again, hilltop, Skylanin' (it's lit)

Metro
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Writer: David Ruoff, Eli Klughammer, Jacques Berman Webster II, Landon Wayne, Leland Wayne
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group




Umbrella

Okay
Okay
Okay
Okay, okay, okay
Big 4L, the biggest 4L
Pussy, 21
21

G-block savage with the criminals (21)
Niggas throwin' shots, they subliminal (21)
Say that its a problem then we spin on 'em (on God)
Get the whole drum 'cause I'm generous (sprayed out)
Put your name on the bullets while I'm fillin' 'em (pussy)
All the opps scared 'cause we killin' 'em (pussy)
Eastside vet, I'm a general (pussy)
All my niggas twins, we identical (pussy)
I put all the beef on the meat rack (straight up)
Holes in his face, pull the sheet back (facts)
His mama threw a candlelight, skeet that (phew, phew)
Stepped on her son call DFAC (pussy)
Paradise the wrong place to creep at (on God)
He tellin' on the news, he a street rat (21)
Shoot the whole hunnid, nigga, keep that (pussy)
Pass the opp pack so I can chief that (pussy)

Wet 'em, umbrella (yeah)
Clutchin' glizzys with the fellas (yeah)
Choppa sing like it's Adele, uh (yeah)
Money, violence go together (yeah)
Bottega labels on my sweater (21)
Can't name a bitch that made me sweat her (say what? Yeah)
Cold-hearted, I'm a stepper (21)
These bullets hot, jalapeño pepper (hot)

Give me more shooters, I need it
Give me more plates know we greedy
We catchin' bodies, we fiendin'
They catchin' bodies, they dreamin'
And I just caught a body with your bitch, she ate semen (uh-huh)
Suck me up, baby girl, ooh, she's a demon (wow)
Say she love the money, I say she fiendin'
Set up her nigga, I'm plottin' and schemin'
Slimeball (slime), bitch (bitch)
Rich as a bitch and they broke like her nigga (huh)
Sit in L.A., sendin' shots to the nigga
Cross the country, nigga sendin' them hitters (kill 'em)
Nigga actin' country, play with me, nigga (kill 'em)
Stick right here make some noise (boom)
Grip on that bitch, hunnid round, can't avoid (wow)
Bitch shake the ground and attached to that boy (mm)
We shook the crowd when we step on that boy
Different breed, different hitters, different killers (yeah)
Glock-23 and it come with extendo (yeah)
Switch on the bitch, finna whoop me a nigga (brr, brr, brr)
Think I was his mom when I get done (brr)
Leavin' no prints on the block (yeah)
Leavin' a snitch on they block (yeah)
We left some opps on our block (yeah)
These niggas turnin' to cops (yeah)
They be makin' song when their partner drop (damn)

Wet 'em, umbrella (yeah)
Clutchin' glizzys with the fellas (yeah)
Choppa sing like it's Adele, uh (yeah)
Money, violence go together (yeah)
Bottega labels on my sweater (21)
Can't name a bitch that made me sweat her (say what? Yeah)
Cold-hearted, I'm a stepper (21)
These bullets hot, jalapeño pepper (hot)

Nigga say it's up, they be hidin' though (21)
I can put it on but I still got a stylist though (on God)
Party in the hills, all the bitches got a powder nose
Call 'em bent over on the counter hoes (straight up)
Came from the bottom, nigga, I done reached a lot of goals
Reach for my chain, you get a lotta holes
Big 4L get 'em gone like, "Adiós"
Knock your hood down, nigga, domino (21)
I ain't really friendly, nigga, f*ck 'em all (pussy)
Clip full of hollows, I'ma bust 'em all (pussy)
Send 'em out to God with a f*ckin' call (pussy)
Only time I ran, it's from the f*ckin' law (pussy)
Big 4L, she wanna suck us all (pussy)
I got too much cash for a f*ckin' mall (pussy)
If she ain't my bitch then I ain't f*ckin' raw (pussy)
If she for the streets then I ain't f*ckin' raw (pussy)

Wet 'em, umbrella (yeah)
Clutchin' glizzys with the fellas (yeah)
Choppa sing like it's Adele, uh (yeah)
Money, violence go together (yeah)
Bottega labels on my sweater (21)
Can't name a bitch that made me sweat her (say what? Yeah)
Cold-hearted, I'm a stepper (21)
These bullets hot, jalapeño pepper (hot)
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Writer: David Ruoff, Dennis Juengel, Elias Klughammer, Joshua Gottmanns, Leland Tyler Wayne, Peter Lee Johnson, Quantavious Tavario Thomas, Shayaa Bin Abraham-Joseph
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.




Trance

Uh-uh-uh
Uh-uh
Uh-uh-, yeah, yeah
Did you forget? Do it for life
Chicago that time, all bullshit aside
Wonderful vibe, wonderful night (uh-uh-uh)
Did it with tribe
All I can hear is you and I
Up in this club, bumpin' and grind
Who made it flood? You see the signs (sign)
Signs, signs, signs (yeah-eah-eah)

We pulled out the feathers for this type of weather
She pulled to the club to bust up a dub
She came with her man, I called in a sub
She givin' out hugs, we know 'bout the mud
She put in my hand, don't know what it was
She knows some of the fam, but don't know enough
My trust is in, in God we trust
(All in a trance, it's giving us)

Sippin' on Wock, don't do 'Tuss
She got her own fans, she need her a buzz
Might give her a chance, it's giving her (uh)
Out in a trance, it's givin' her (uh)
Not on no Xans, it's givin' her (uh)
Nigga with bands, it's givin' her (trance)
Nigga with plans, it's givin' her (uh)

Still in the gym, ain't did the implants
I like that for real, ain't givin' up
Like they know that you real, they give it up (real)
Like if you got the steel, they give it up (steel)
Takin' these M's they givin' us
And run in the field like it's ten of us (ten, ten, ten)
I'm cleanin' shit out like a enema
I make this shit look like a cinema (ten, ten, ten)
(All in a trance, it's giving us)

Take off the top, baby, let's ride
I'm with my dogs, I pick the side
She want the box, the one on the tribe
(I want the tribe, yeah)
Arm out the window, just throw it when we ride
I bent the corner, straight the wheel and the tires (woo)
Put twenty hoes on a boat 'til they tired
Everybody on (on)
You know you need me, my nigga, just keep this shit real
Don't you cry what you saw
Who else f*ck up the city like us when it rain, it's a thunderstorm (thunderstorm)
I party at Shabba in New York and LA where they keep on going to the dawn (Shabba)
Two hundred K what I'm on (two hun')
She lickin' all down my chest, yeah (chest)
I told her, "I ain't slime, babe, call me sex" (no slime, just call me sex)
It ain't no dough, I put these racks in, yeah (ain't no doubt I put these racks in)
If you my hoe, I call you sexy, yeah (If you my hoe, I call you sexy)
God damn, lay shit so bad, it's dangerous (dangerous)
I backed outta' the knot she try to tangle up
She got Paris manners and it's so dangerous

(All in a trance, it's giving us) yeah
(All in a trance, it's giving us) uh (yeah)
(All in a trance, it's giving us) uh
(All in a trance, it's giving us) uh
(All in a trance, it's giving us) uh (yeah)
(All in a trance, it's giving us) uh
Night-night, night-night
You night, you say, you say
You night, you night, you say
You can't be touched at night
I move so far in time
I move so far in time (whoa)
I been cooped up at night
I been f*cked up at night (ooh)
Grip my fist up and drive (drive, ooh)
Drivin' f*cked up in time (ooh)
I been pimped up in night (uh, ooh)
I been workin' in time (ooh)
I been moved right inside (ooh)
I been just like- (ooh)
It's just like
It's just like
It's just like
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Writer: Allen Raphael Ritter, Jacques Bermon II Webster, Jeffery Lamar Williams, Leland Tyler Wayne, Peter Lee Johnson
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.




Around Me

(Metro)

Like I know you are
She sitting here for hours, ain't been tellin' none'
It was all cool and it was just for fun
(If Young Metro don't trust you, I'm gon' shoot you)

Too much shit on your mental
Gotta switch up the tempo
Yeah, they callin' it tenfold
Show in here where the bands fold
I locked in your info
I'm 'bout to jump out the window

I seen too many worlds and I
Want you to be my girl tonight
Know I gotta keep them drugs 'round me
I gotta keep a couple plugs around
I, I seen way too many worlds and I
I want you to be my girl tonight
Know I keep a couple drugs 'round
I gotta keep a couple plugs around

Now you wan' talk when the money come in
Niggas went bad, they goin' out sad, they never gon' win
I been goin' like ten for ten
Get it on movie, get it on film
Get it on movie, get it on film
Pour my cup way above the brim
I went and got the cup with the all-white trim
Finna go and dunk way above the rim
Cold at night, so it was hard to flip
Niggas were lit when the harder hit
I ain't think twice whenever I get it
I was goin' Shiest' with the all-black fitted

I was goin' Shiesty in all-black
I was on ten when you call back
Had to think twice and you fall back
I hit a mean lick, and it was all racks
I was goin' Shiesty in all-black
I was on ten when you call back
Had to think twice and you fall back
I hit a mean lick, and it was all racks

I seen too many worlds and I
Want you to be my girl tonight
Know I gotta keep them drugs 'round me
I gotta keep a couple plugs around
I, I seen way too many worlds and I
I want you to be my girl tonight
Know I keep a couple drugs 'round
I gotta keep a couple plugs around

Heroes are inspired
Emerging only when needed
Revealing themselves to the world in a moment marked by the realization of their ultimate destiny
With backs against the wall, they ascend the winding path of their own fate
Barely knowing the ledge, despite coping as living their whole life as two hands
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Writer: Caleb Zackery Toliver, Leland Tyler Wayne, Mejdi Rhars, Simon Park
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.




Metro Spider

Yeah
Metro Boomin
Heroes & Villains, bruh
Somebody gotta be bad, somebody gotta be good, you feel me?
Ayy

Own a label, I gotta get smarter (spider)
I don't trust women, so I thank God that I had some daughters
I'm the youngest but yet I'm richer than every one of my brothers
I took flawless baguettes and put it on my mama and father
Lately, I get my pills from a doctor
Pimpin' a couple of bitches, they copper
I done liked that pic, don't crop it
You talkin' about a check, now stop it
Water slip off my wrist, it's droppin' now
I got a couple baguettes in my pocket
Big B, I been rockin' Chanel, just throwin' up Cs and that's for Charlie, ha
Point it out, you know I'ma buy it, ha
Yeah, I was livin' my life on a yacht
I ain't takin' my chain off thot
Like the way that she suckin' my cock (woo-woo)
Got some Act', then let's go get a pop (let's go)
Took the ledge off and went to the stop (let's go)
Niggas tried to say I wasn't hot
Now they say I don't belong in this spot

Metro, Metro, Metro bought me a pink-front bezel
I put two-tone on my bezel, Baccarat the candles
Maybach, gettin' me some top, meanwhile I flip the channels
Bigger than the president, now my whole life a scandal, yeah
Spider, spider, spider, please dismiss these riders, yeah
Caught up with your wifey, and one night her, ayy
I put that shit on, I'm a f*ckin' striker
Yeah, little, little on little, look like a f*ckin' biker (drop)

Yeah, drop me the top on a Lambo', know that's a 'mando, yeah-yeah
Whole life still a gamble, mob life feel like Sopranos
Yeah, Gallery Department, no sandals, and this camo'
My wrist is a chandelier, no beer over here
Rock hard without sandals all year
Better have manners right here, my family right here, nigga
Both of my parents right here
Droppin' my album this year, nobody can spray a nigga
Both of my bando's right there
Know you see the fish-bowl tint and the motor geeked up
That's motherf*ckin' cam right there
Know you see the blunt right there
Now you playin' right there, then pull up and just stand right there
Hunnid bands sittin' right there, you ain't gettin' no smoke
You arrivin' for a band right there
All yo' opps be facin', you ran around his place, we ain't gettin' yo man right there
I put the Rolls-Rolls, diamonds to put up my muhf*ckin' nose
She my sex slave, but she still don't let me pay though

Metro, Metro, Metro bought me a pink-front bezel (Metro)
I put two-tone on my bezel, Baccarat the candles
Maybach, gettin' me some top, meanwhile I flip the channels
Bigger than the president, now my whole life a scandal, yeah
Spider, spider, spider, please dismiss these riders, yeah
Caught up with your wifey, and one night her, ayy
I put that shit on, I'm a f*ckin' striker
Yeah, little, little on little, look like a f*ckin' biker

I been fresh as hell every time you see me, on sight
Anything happen, my kids got M's, so everything alright
I done got used takin' pills and bein' up all night
Metro Boomin want some more, nigga
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Writer: Allen Ritter, Jeffrey Williams, Leland Tyler Wayne, Nik Frascona, Ozan Yildrim, Paul Omar Elkan Agyei
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC




I Cant Save You (Interlude)

Ayy
I'm tweakin', I'm geekin'
I'm tweakin', I'm geekin', I can't save no ho
I'm tweakin', I'm geekin'
I'm tweakin', I'm geekin'
I'm tweakin', I'm geekin', I can't save no ho

Met the bitch in the club and you fallin' in love
And you knowin' you dead and you wrong
It's whatever, they talkin' about you whenever
Don't matter, you dead and you gone
Got the drank and the tank on me
Got the gas and the goal
Metro, Metro, Metro, I got this shit here boomin'
Off the lean, insertin' the fluid
I'ma tell you, somethin' told me to do it
Put the Perc' in your hand and you blew it
In the room and you know I get to it
Yeah, I get around, nigga, you know it
Play with me wrong, lil' nigga, I'll pull it

I can't save you, I can't save you, I can't save you, I can't-
I can't save you, I can't-, ayy
I can't save no ho
I can't save you, I can't save you, I can't save you, I can't save you
I can't save you, I can't save you, I can't save these hoes
Trap nigga made it to pro
I can't save no ho
Chauffer open my door
I can't save you, ho
I can't save you, I can't-
I can't save you, I can't save you

Shawty savin' hoes
Told that boy put his cape on
Shawty-shawty savin' hoes
Told that boy put his cape on
Shawty-shawty savin' hoes
Told that boy put his cape on

I can't save these hoes

Most of these hoes don't wanna be saved
Most of these niggas can't identify that most superheroes don't wear a cape
All villains wear a grin
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Writer: Allen Raphael Ritter, Caleb Zackery Toliver, Dwayne Richardson, Leland Tyler Wayne, Nayvadius Wilburn
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.




Creepin

(Just can't believe this, man)
(Metro Boomin want some more, nigga)

Somebody said they saw you
The person you were kissin' wasn't me
And I would never ask you
I just kept it to myself

I don't wanna know
If you're playin' me, keep it on the low
'Cause my heart can't take it anymore
And if you're creepin', please, don't let it show
Oh, baby, I don't wanna know

I think about it when I hold you
When lookin' in your eyes, I can't believe
And I don't need to know the truth
Baby, keep it to yourself

I don't wanna know
If you're playin' me, keep it on the low
'Cause my heart can't take it anymore
And if you're creepin', please, don't let it show
Oh, baby, I don't wanna know

Did he touch you better than me? (Touch you better than me)
Did he watch you fall asleep? (Watch you fall asleep)
Did you show him all those things
That you used to do to me?
If you're better off that way (better off that way)
Baby, all that I can say (all that I can say)
Just go on and do your thing (hey)
And don't come back to me (come back to me)

Whoa, whoa, whoa, 21
Had me crushin', I was cuffin' like the precinct
How you go from housewife to a sneaky link?
Got you ridin' 'round in all type of Benzes and Rovers
Girl, you used to ride in the rinky dink
I'm the one put you in Eliantte (on God)
Fashion Nova model, I put you on the runway (on God)
You was rockin' Coach bags, got you Chane'-ne'
Side bitch in Frisco, I call her my Bay-bae (21)
I got a girl, but I still feel alone (on God)
If you playin' me that mean my home ain't home (on God)
Havin' nightmares of goin' through your phone (21)
Can't even record, you got me out my zone

I don't wanna know
If you're playin' me, keep it on the low
'Cause my heart can't take it anymore
And if you're creepin', please, don't let it show
Oh, baby, I don't wanna know
If you're playin' me, keep it on the low
'Cause my heart can't take it anymore
And if you're creepin', please, don't let it show
Oh, baby, I don't wanna know

If you creepin', just don't let me find out (on God)
Get a hotel, never bring 'em to the house (on God)
If you're better off that way
Baby, all that I can say
If you're gonna do your thing
Then don't come back to me
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Writer: Chauncey Lamont Hawkins, Eithne Patricia Ni-Bhraonain, Erick S. Sermon, Mario Winans, Michael Carlos Jones, Nicholas Domini Ryan, Parrish Joseph Smith, Roma Shane Ryan, Sheyaa Bin Abraham-Joseph
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Spirit Music Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.




Niagara Falls (Foot or 2)

We done did so much around the law (21)
I done seen so much I shouldn't've saw (straight up)
Tatted teardrops, call Niagara Falls (straight up)
It been up and down but never fall (on God)
I been at the lab behind the wall (21)
I been at the lab behind the-

Ratchet bitches wanted Frenchy's, not Philippe
That's the type to put me in my mood (in my mood)
She know that I'm mobbin', she come cool for me
She know how to put me in my groove (on God)
I know it's a lot that you can learn from me
It's just one thing that you gotta prove (straight up)
If you gotta walk, would you still ride for me?
I might need a extra foot or two (straight up)
Gotta keep my distance, they surroundin' me
I might need a extra foot or two (foot or two)
They might have to go and build a house for me
I might need a extra foot or- (21)

Crib same size as the Galleria (Galleria)
Spanish model with me, call her, "Señorita" (señorita)
I done fell in love with a hood girl
She be puttin' syrup in her margaritas (margarita)
Bought my college vibe a brand new Birkin (on God)
On the weekend, she be twerkin' (straight up)
Take a shower in the Maybach, it got curtains (21)
Leave your phone in your purse, you makin' me nervous (lil' bitch)
Saint Laurent Don fresher than detergent (I be clean)
Got a crush on this waitress, ho, she serve me (nah mean?)
Porsche headlights on, Kermit the Frog (21, 21)
Michael Vick, number seven, I'm a dawg (big dawg)

Ratchet bitches wanted Frenchy's, not Philippe (yeah)
That's the type to put me in my mood (yeah)
She know that I'm mobbin', she come cool for me (ah, yeah)
She know how to put me in my groove (yeah)
I know it's a lot that you can learn from me
It's just one thing that you gotta prove
If you gotta walk, would you still ride for me?
I might need a extra foot or two
Gotta keep my distance, they surroundin' me
I might need a extra foot or two
They might have to go and build a house for me
I might need a extra foot or-

We done did so much around the law
Stay up to forget 'bout what I saw
Powers keep increasin' by the bar
Shit don't make you sleepy after all
Shoppin' in my closet not the mall
Openin' my mouth, a disco ball
I extend the marble on the wall
I been into designin' it all, all, all
Water down her eyes, Niagara Falls
Got too many numbers, who to call?
Made too many ways for you to cross
Now we lookin' down and then we ball, ball, ball

Ratchet bitches wanted Frenchy's, not Philippe (yeah)
That's the type to put me in my mood (yeah)
She know that I'm mobbin', she come cool for me (ah, yeah)
She know how to put me in my groove (yeah)
I know it's a lot that you can learn from me
It's just one thing that you gotta prove
If you gotta walk, would you still ride for me?
I might need a extra foot or two
Gotta keep my distance, they surroundin' me
I might need a extra foot or two
They might have to go and build a house for me
I might need a extra foot or-

Villains don't perceive themselves as wrong
And all heroes do not wear capes
Villains are made, not born
Most times, the villain and the hero's beginnings
Unlike their endings, take nearly identical shape and form (mm)
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Writer: Allen Raphael Ritter, Jacob Wilkinson-Smith, Jacques Bermon II Webster, Leland Tyler Wayne, Peter Lee Johnson, Sheyaa Bin Abraham-Joseph
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, EMPIRE PUBLISHING




Walk Em Down (Dont Kill Civilians)

We represent destruction, nigga
Death, mayhem, murder and madness, nigga
You try me, you gon' die
You try to score us, you gon' die

Pourin' up drank, sippin' Wock by the paint
Rich nigga, I buy you my friendship with the bank
My boujie bitch be actin' like she loyal, but she ain't
Fell in love with a hood rat and she walk stank
My brother down the road with a 'xtendo on his chain
Felt like I can do whatever, never say I can't
I won't move off my emotions, I'ma always think
Tracker on his car, catch him at the body bank
I'm an Eastside nigga with a bankroll
Used to call this country, "They Don't Want No Gun Smoke"
I'm with this shit, but countin' money more fun though
All the opps say they hard, why they run for?
All these choppers, I can open up a gun store
Really street, I ain't goin' for the guts though
Give you cash money, I can't give no f*ck though
Buck shots in his stomach, now his guts gone

Walk that nigga down
Walk that nigga down, walk that nigga down
Walk that nigga down, walk that nigga down
Walk that nigga down, walk that nigga down
Put your man down, better not make a sound
Brand new diamond bad and they hold a hundred rounds
I ain't hit no kids, 'cause I walk my man down
I won't hit no kids, I'ma walk my man down

AK or the SK?
Late night, broad day
.223 change your heart rate
Nigga softer than a parfait
Used to serve in a hallway
Nigga sold me a bag, it was all shake
Called him back, like, "I want eight" (hello?)
Thought I came to shop, but it was all tape
Pussy, you know what I'm on, pussy
You only tough on the camera phone, pussy
I ain't finna rob you, get your gamble on, pussy
Y'all the type of niggas we put hammers on, pussy
Beef about a bitch, you a tender dick rookie
I can't even cap, 'cause baby mama shit gushy
Amiri jeans stuffed with them blues, all tookie
Used to sell the gas, now we sell it all cookie

Walk that nigga down
Walk that nigga down, walk that nigga down
Walk that nigga down, walk that nigga down
Walk that nigga down, walk that nigga down
Put your man down, better not make a sound
Brand new diamond bad and they hold a hundred rounds
I ain't hit no kids, 'cause I walk my man down
(I won't hit no kids, I'ma walk my man down)

This hood shit don't matter
But when my nigga die, somebody gotta answer
Told him put his gun down
And he didn't make it to another November
Told my bro to leave town
But he don't have the bread to really leave the gutter
And I'm startin' to wonder
Gotta find ways to not go under

Bro wants to kill again
Told him, "Be patient, you don't kill civilians"
The drop'll come back at it for drillin'
Now it'll pray for war
But if it comes, niggas know what we built for
Niggas know what we built for

Shootouts in the winter, bro cop bigger
Finally came home, but to no real niggas
Just us and liquor, his old girl, but he don't miss her
He ain't the same, he can't be with her
Oh
Tell me how to cope right
Too many dead friends, it rains for the whole night
Tell me you had a cruel ride
Locked in the cell and you hearin' that your bro died
No state of mind
If a nigga trips, don't waste no time
Still love, still love
We spin and this nigga's claimin' crowd

Bro wants to kill again
Told him, "Be patient, these boys civilians"
The drop'll come back at, back at, but, really
We'll never miss, we'll never miss

Bro wants to kill again
Told him, "Be patient, you don't kill civilians"
The drop'll come back at it for drillin'
Now it'll pray for war
But if it comes, niggas know what we built for
Niggas know what we built for

Oh
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Writer: Carlton Mays, Leland Tyler Wayne, Mustafa Ahmed, Peter Lee Johnson, She'yaa Bin Abraham-Joseph, Simon Axel Hessman
Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.




Lock On Me

Yeah
Yeah

Playin' with yourself, I'm poppin' pills
Had a long night, but need some more in me
Had to switch the form, got a new technique
Had to get it goin', put a lock on me
Made it off the block into the hills
Slidin' in the foreign, got a four with me
Had to switch the form, got a new technique
Had to get it goin', put a lock on me (hahaha)

Knocked down that bitch, put a Glock on the switch
Passin' out these pills, I done told you how to kill 'em
I done told you how to flip it, I done told you how to dress
I done told you how to pimp it (how to pimp it)
Designer my clothes, I designer my girl
Money, more mud, I mix codeine on her
From the bando to Tokyo, different flavor
Strapped with a pole and I'm talkin' with my chest out
Hang with the bros, we in Turks with the best of 'em
Somethin' like a pro athlete, the way I crossed over
Trap nigga, extravaganza, I told you
One, two, three Phantoms pullin' up and I showed you
Mud in my drink, I got mud on my shoulder (on my shoulder)
Cookin' models up, poppin' bottles up
I'ma lose sense, and the coupe in it, go and speedin' in it
Gotta wear diamonds, like it's a part of my religion

Playin' with yourself, I'm poppin' pills
Had a long night, but need some more in me
Had to switch the form, got a new technique
Had to get it goin', put a lock on me
Made it off the block into the hills
Slidin' in the foreign, got a four with me
Had to switch the form, got a new technique
Had to get it goin', put a lock on me

Somethin' gettin' got, I gotta give
Either way it go, you know, it is what it is
Flip flop the soda, 'til it mix what it fizz
Try to payola, that's a stitch in the biz'
I've been in Hoda, cookin' hits at the Ritz
Got a couple comin' over for visits from the strip
Love to come over for events to get bent
You leave with all your sins and then you try to repent (yeah)

Matchin' Wockesha, matchin' Wockesha
Pour another liter, now I gotta eat her
Now I gotta eat her

Playin' with yourself, I'm poppin' pills
Had a long night, but need some more in me
Had to switch the form, got a new technique
Had to get it goin', put a lock on me
Made it off the block into the hills
Slidin' to the Palms, got a four with me
Had to switch the form, got a new technique
Had to get it goin', put a lock on me

Made it to the block, to the hills
Ain't answer my thoughts on these pills
Put chef through the block, poppin' a seal
I got chip on me that ain't for sale
I get it, I'm a boss, pushin' 'til it ain't no limit
I spit in my bitch mouth, tell her, "Keep hoes out our business"
Got an iced out her cross, but ain't doin' no repentin'
Money stuck to me, like this mink

(Metro)
Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah
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Writer: Allen Ritter, Christopher Townsend, Jacques Berman Webster II, Leland Wayne, Naydavius Wilburn
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group




Feel The Fiyaaaah

Oh, oh-oh-oh (feel the fire)
Ooh-ooh, feel the fire
Don't try to make mine closer, yeah
My-my, whoa

Why we greedy like wolves?
Adam, Eve with the fruit
Why we need new new? (Ah, ah)
Only got two seats (ah, ah), why we need new coupe?
Only got two feet (yeah, yeah), why we need new shoes?
Papa need new shoe, baby need new shoes
I'ma need new shoes, Birkenstock, fifty G's new shoes
Metro got this shit boomin' (boomin')
On the E like Q
Pearly Jesus pieces, what would Jesus do?

Rocky, why they wanna be like you?
Metro, why they wanna be like you?
Hello, why they wanna be like you? (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
Magazine like you (ayy, ayy, ayy)
GQ, yeah, I'm G like Q (ayy, ayy, ayy)
Shittin' on a smile, like P like U (you ain't know, there he go)
Switch it on 'em, we about to make a move (you ain't know? There he go)
Got a green light too (you ain't know? There he go)
On a G like five (you ain't know? There he go)
Watch it, green like slime (you ain't know? There he go)
I might G like slide (you ain't know? There he go)
She want me right now (you ain't know? There he go)
Hands up, show your diamonds (you ain't know? There he go)
Have a dance-off (you ain't know? There he go, bling)
Show yo' weapon, have a standoff (you ain't know? There he go, frrp, frrp)
Pussy poppin' on her handstand with her pants off

Mama told me, "Go and get it" (mama)
I was tryna get a ticket (get it)
Commas, commas, it's some digits (digits)
Been thinkin' 'bout it for a minute (yessir)
You lookin' at a lieutenant (lieutenant)
Ice and igloo on a pendant (ice)
She couldn't even finish her sentence
Every day, money get printed (frrp)
We the one they wanna be (be)
Like the letter after A (ayy)
I bought my bitch a new C (Chanel)
Then I took her to the D (let's go)
Said she wanna take a E (okay)
Don't go nowhere without my F&N (brrt)
No Givenchy, I'm a G (G)
They don't want smoke or the heat (ha)
I just count, stackin' like Money Mitch (Mitch)
Name a nigga, not me (I'll wait)
Out the country pushin' P (push)
It's quiet right now in the streets (shh)
Trick or treat? (Why?)
'Cause had bought her a V (skrrt)
Why wouldn't I when you got money to spend?
No sleep (nah), A$AP disease

Corner store, marketplace (what?)
The corner store how it start (uh)
High roller, high stakes (yeah)
Cluckin' chicken (yeah), gotta watch out for the pork (yeah, yeah, uh)
That's the most important part (yeah, uh)
Started out, we was only makin' art (yeah, uh)
Gotta say it from your heart (yeah)
Most of you niggas lack that, get past that
Body bag, toe tag, worst body parts in the cast
Smash that, Glock and gloves, mask that
Shorty asked my Apple Pay and Cashapp (hol' up)

Why we greedy like wolves?
Adam, Eve with the fruit
Why we need new new?
Only got two seats, why we need new coupe?
Only got two feet, why we need new shoes?
Papa need new shoe, baby need new shoes
I'ma need new shoes, Birkenstock, fifty G's, new shoes
Metro got this shit boomin' (boomin')
On the E like Q
Pearly Jesus pieces, what would Jesus do?
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Writer: Kirsnick Ball, Leland Tyler Wayne, Peabo Bryson, Rakim Mayers, Stephen Lee Bruner
Copyright: Lyrics © Reservoir Media Management, Inc., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.




All The Money

(Metro)

This time around we want all the money (yeah)
This time around we want all the money (yeah)
This time around we want all the money (all of it)
This time around we want all the money
Twenty-six bitches and all 'em love me (yeah)
Watch on they wrists and all 'em flooded (ice)
We the real big dogs, and y'all some puppies
(Y'all some puppies)

Yeah, it's the Young Wunna, robust
Got his smoke on and this ain't no Obama
Straight from Atlanta, finesse, Arm & Hammer
I say that with honor in Dior pajamas (ayy)
Couldn't play no sports but I went got that set (uh-uh)
Bring it back to trap, got respect from my brother (yeah)
C.I.P. Troup, I'm with Duke, he wit' slime and that slatt
Yeah, that slatt, we don't care 'bout no color (slatt)
Put that shit on, put that drip shit on the map
Yeah, the trap, and I bought a few homes
Spent the six-fifty, Rolls Cullinan and a Bentley (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
Then I went Maybach, two-tone
Got a two-tone, this a motherf*ckin' pandemic
Must be too rich, I can't feel it (I can't feel it)
Told them to kill it, they tryna cutthroat the city
These niggas sweeter than Chevy (sweet)
Rappers mad, all in they feelings (shit, they mad)
Gunna f*ckin' they bitches (so?)
Drop top, parkin' lot pimpin' (uh-huh)
Pimped out my whips like Xzibit
All my life I just wanted a mili'
What's on your wrist? Richard Millie
With Lil Uzi when I'm out in Philly
Don't show you broke boys no pity

This time around we want all the money (yeah)
This time around we want all the money (yeah)
This time around we want all the money (all of it)
This time around we want all the money
Twenty-six bitches and all 'em love me (yeah)
Watch on they wrists and all 'em flooded (ice)
We the real big dogs, and y'all some puppies
(Y'all some puppies)

Act like you rich, you don't take care of your people (no)
Those the type niggas that can't get a feature (no)
'Member f*ckin' hoes under the bleachers (yeah)
You know I hit like a beeper
Who the f*ck said it was cheaper to keep her? (Who?)
Worker get so fresh I thought it was Easter (ah)
A lot of these rappers just follow the leader (follow the leader)
FN on my lap, but I got a few ninas
Look at my chest, you gon' see Aquafina (look it)
Look at my bitch, got a fat ass like Trina (look)
Motherf*ck the cost and adjust the subpoena (whoa)
It's hot on my block, check your top like a fever (ha)
Everybody sharp, ain't got no snooze on the watch
Ain't got no snooze on the watch
Count up when it drop, in school, I had drugs in my socks
Been had the love for a knot

This time around we want all the money (yeah)
This time around we want all the money (yeah)
This time around we want all the money (all of it)
This time around we want all the money
Twenty-six bitches and all 'em love me (yeah)
Watch on they wrists and all 'em flooded (ice)
We the real big dogs, and y'all some puppies
(Y'all some puppies)

This time around we want all the money
This time around we want all the money
This time around we want all the money
This time around we want all the money
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Writer: David Ruoff, Elias Klughammer, Leland Tyler Wayne, Sergio Kitchens
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.




Back to: Metro Boomin


Heroes & Villains is the second studio album by American record producer Metro Boomin. It was released through Republic Records and Boominati on December 2, 2022. The album contains guest appearances from John Legend, Future, Chris Brown, Don Toliver, Travis Scott, 21 Savage, Young Nudy, Young Thug, the Weeknd, Mustafa, ASAP Rocky, the late Takeoff, and Gunna.

A psychedelic trap album, ASAP Rocky and Morgan Freeman serve as its narrators. The album serves as the sequel to Metro's previous album, Not All Heroes Wear Capes (2018), and serves as the second project for a trilogy. The album's cover resembles that of English rock band Pink Floyd's 1975 album Wish You Were Here.

Heroes & Villains debuted at the top of the US Billboard 200, with 185,000 album-equivalent units sold in its first week of release, making it Metro's third number one album.
Genre(s): Trap
Producer(s): Metro Boomin, Allen Ritter, D. Rich, DaHeala, David x Eli, DJ Moon, Elkan, Honorable C.N.O.T.E., Johan Lenox, My Best Friend Jacob, Nik D, Oz, Peter Lee Johnson, Prince85, Scriptplugg, Simon on the Moon, TM88, Xz
Length: 48:07
Released: December 2nd, 2022
Year: 2022

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