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Young Lincoln stomping out these MVP’s
Run Game, riding wheelies in my fresh 23’s, that’s J’s on my feet
On the 450, yeah you know me
Shred The Metro
Gripping, ripping, dip away from the PD
Right now I’m scrubbing soaring kinda low key, got that potent on me
Yeah you know I’m burning nothing but the best of the best, I’m talking Cookies and some OG
Lemon Kush is what I’m growing
Colorado seeds thats what I’m sewing
You reap what you sew, so we’re out here grinding hard and you know where we going
That’s straight to the top, in one swift motion
Yeah I’m sipping on that potion, yeah you know it got me leaning and I’m beaning cause I’m feeling kinda trippy
Motocross kid, yeah you know I rip it
Any track I touch yeah you know I kill it
Long hair white boy coming in with some banging ass beats and I know that you feel it
Once this music hits the streets, it’s over, no pulse
Motoboyz straight up just killed shit
MotoboyRecordz we come up from nothing and still ain’t signed a deal yet
I’m buying these beats and slinging these p’s, you know that we’re running our own shit
Like Rich Homie Quan you want it ,go get it, quit fronting get, and stack up your own shit
Get on your grown shit, some of these haters are way too pathetic
Ain’t a single motoboy that gives a fuck we’re not apathetic, nah
Metro Shredder always chasing cheddar
Metro Shredder I’m a go-get-er
Metro Shredder always counting paper
Metro Shredder Motoboyz fuck you haters x2
450 or rip the two stroke, I don’t know I cannot choose bro
Either one will lose the blues though
So I ain’t sweating it
We’re ripping everywhere that we go, whether it is in the dirt or in the road it’s all we know
Motolife
Shred The Metro
Riding bikes, ripping mics, killer blunts of you dont know
Smoking out, ashing backwoods in the floor, with your ho… and mine too
Bitch I’m 5’11 feeling like I’m fucking 9’2
You would feel like I do if you were living everyday like just like Y do
PSD Underwear, tattoos all over my body
307 is all on my bike, 100 Percent’s on my optics
I’m wide open Patana style, no front brakes I swear I ain’t stopping
Leaving the scene with my trippy ass homies they got the blunts lit and you know that they coughing
Smelling like chronic, putting them out, and flicking them at the door right as we walk in
Once we get to the VIP, the bag is unzipped, blaze it get ripped
We’re smoking it all, ain’t trying to flip, not a gram of any the zips
Metro Shredder always chasing cheddar
Metro Shredder I’m a go-get-er
Metro Shredder always counting paper
Metro Shredder Motoboyz fuck you haters x2
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