Superhero (Heroes & Villains) - Metro Boomin, Future and Chris Brown (lyrics) Yeah, yeah, two (Metro) Yeah, yeah Drank and dope turned me to a superhero, yeah, yeah Hit that pill, turned me to a superhero, yeah, yeah (super) Boominati turned me to a superhero, yeah, yeah (Metro) (If Young Metro don\u0027t trust you, I\u0027m gon\u0027 shoot you) I\u0027m on that dope again, I\u0027m on that flow again Switch up the flow again, yeah, yeah (switch it) Fly than a parachute, grippin\u0027 that pole again I\u0027m on that oil again, yeah, yeah Candy in the cup, gotta get paid (what?) King of the streets (yeah), young nigga made Sprayin\u0027 up the crowd (what?), take it to the grave Ain\u0027t havin\u0027 problems, I\u0027m sippin\u0027 the Barre Shoutout to Dallas, my bitch is a star Nigga get rich, better take it to war (yeah) Piss on your casket, shoot at your broad Do you somethin\u0027 nasty, roll you in a \u0027gar Bitch get graphic, fuck me in a car I get you a brand-new Rollie tomorrow I put a brand-new Rollie on your arm Ain\u0027t movin\u0027 slow, but I\u0027m still on oil (skrrt) Tennis bracelets and they came with the frost (frost) Cuban links all the way up to your jaw (all the way up) Step up the swag when I step on a broad Two dollar half, ooh, that\u0027s the cheapest one Stackin\u0027 these hunnids up, like coupons Told you from the begin, upper echelon I get to stackin\u0027 up, I\u0027m untouchable I get to represent, money multiple I\u0027m at the top of the charts, unapproachable Bread by the loaf, turbo the motor Tic-tac-toe, kill another vulture Sellin\u0027 the bowls, bitch do yoga I deserve awards, servin\u0027 these boulders A hunnid grand large when I shop, that\u0027s the total Fill up the garage, bitch, I\u0027m a mogul Ain\u0027t no facadin\u0027, ain\u0027t no fugazi I jump it off, I get paid Drop top Royce, I\u0027m goin\u0027 crazy I push off, smokin\u0027 on haze (whoa) Not tryna floss, Cartier shades Candy in the cup, gotta get paid (what?) King of the streets (yeah), young nigga made Sprayin\u0027 up the crowd (what?), take it to the grave Ain\u0027t havin\u0027 problems, I\u0027m sippin\u0027 the Barre Shoutout to Dallas, my bitch is a star Nigga get rich, better take it to war (yeah) Piss on your casket, shoot at your broad Do you somethin\u0027 nasty, roll you in a \u0027gar Bitch get graphic, fuck me in a car I get you a brand-new Rollie tomorrow I put a brand-new Rollie on your arm Ain\u0027t movin\u0027 slow, but I\u0027m still on oil (skrrt) Tennis bracelets and they came with the frost (frost) Cuban links all the way up to your jaw (all the way up) Step up the swag when I step on a broad Dark Knight feelin\u0027, die and be a hero Or live long enough to see yourself become a villain Soon as you up, these niggas wanna bring you down The weight of the world sit on my shoulders, hold the crown I ain\u0027t got a cape, so I can\u0027t save you now Niggas wanna hate (yeah), would rather see you drown (drown) And the world keep spinnin\u0027 (yeah) Like I\u0027m the only one in it (am I the only one?) Why? They don\u0027t wanna see you winnin\u0027 (no, no, no, no, yeah-yeah) So who\u0027s really the villain? (Yeah, yeah, ooh) Who\u0027s the villain? Who\u0027s the villain? Live long enough to see yourself become a villain (ooh)