Metro Boomin, Future - Gracious

Oh, no, no, no All his opps gone Oh, no, no, no Yeah Oh, no, no, no Hendrix Young nigga slangin' cutta, say he got all his opps gone Trap bunkin' that fishscale, serve it to a Martian (oh, oh) Fresh in Rick Owens, drankin' Wockhardt (oh, oh) I'm not Terrell Owens, bet I won't cry for you (I won't cry) Walked through hell and back for you, now I'm an icon (walkin' through hell) Product of my crazy environment (Pluto) Bitch said she vegan, still eat me like lobster (uh) Freaky and conceited, she in need of a rockstar (oh, yeah) I'm thuggin', I'm thuggin', gotta call up Sasha (thuggin', I'm thuggin') Yeah, cop 30 while she mop it up (oh, oh) Show me you gracious, takin' off my socks Show me you love me, never talk to opps Show me that you love me Don't just say it Oh, no (yeah) Oh, no (Hendrix) I just stepped out a warzone, ooh, yeah I'm 'bout to put my sauce-sauce on this bitch Come through zoomin' in a Porsche-orsche, Jordan three six I get to have a choice, choice, at least three bitches Hoppin' out a passenger in a right Rolls, totin' a blicky I know this lifestyle can get crazy and sticky You gracious, I know it, it shows Different ladies is makin' you nauseous Don't be flagrant, I know it's exhaustin' It's the passion I'll show to you often Your love's locked down (you so contagious) You so gracious Your love's locked down You so gracious You so faithful (you so gracious) You so gracious You so faithful You so contagious You so gracious