Don’t Owe You lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah, Metro, Gunna
Ah-yeah, uh, uh, uh

[Chorus]
Lord knows I didn’t have a damn thing (Nah)
And my life almost went down the damn drain (Nah)
f*cked up, I had to remain sane
Had to stay focused so I could maintain
Went and scooped my lil' bro from the chain gang
Can’t be cleanin' on dirt on my damn name
I'ma go put some ice in a plain Jane
I don’t owe you lil' n*ggas a damn thing (Damn thing)

[Verse 1]
Mount it up, sit it on Forgi's
All my whips, I’ma get 'em imported
That new check got me feelin' important
Just stop coppin' this sh*t, stop absorbin'
On my high horse, I’m ridin' these Porsches
Sellin' dogfood, I’m servin' to Yorkies
Find a lil' interest in the endorsements
Drive thе spaceship on land like a Martian
Dog, but ain’t doin' no barkin'
My lil' b*tch had to get an abortion
Got no timе for that sh*t, I be tourin'
Go and take you a [?] up to Maury
Takin' off in these jets and I’m soarin'
I’ma jump out, I don’t rock no Ralph Lauren
I'ma blow me a check 'cause I [?]
[?] smoke on some purple [?]
[Chorus]
Lord knows I didn’t have a damn thing (Nah)
And my life almost went down the damn drain (Nah)
f*cked up, I had to remain sane
Had to stay focused so I could maintain
Went and scooped my lil' bro from the chain gang
Can’t be cleanin' on dirt on my damn name
I'ma go put some ice in a plain Jane
I don’t owe you lil' n*ggas a damn thing (Damn thing)

[Verse 2]
Owe you lil' n*ggas a damn thing
I done came up, I used to sell cocaine
Want that new Bentley truck or the new Range
I’ma sip me some red for my last days
I ain’t f*ckin' no hoe off a back page (Nah)
I been poppin' this sh*t for a decade
I can get yo' sh*t popped by an ese (Ese)
I’ma spray you lil' roaches like ant spray
Young n*gga play with that ratchet (Ratchet)
It’s an extended FN in plastic (Plastic)
This some sh*t get you put in a casket
n*gga pull on yo' block catch you lackin'
Want some Benji's, some Franks and some Jacksons
I’ma pull a big bank, can you match it?
Only f*ckin' this hoe 'cause she nasty (Nasty)
These b*tches know Gunna ain’t average
[Chorus]
Lord knows I didn’t have a damn thing (Nah)
And my life almost went down the damn drain (Nah)
f*cked up, I had to remain sane
Had to stay focused so I could maintain (Maintain)
Went and scooped my lil' bro from the chain gang
Can’t be cleanin' on dirt on my damn name
I'ma go put some ice in a plain Jane
I don’t owe you lil' n*ggas a damn thing (Damn thing)