How Metro Boomin's 'Take Me Thru Dere' Went from Studio Cut to Number-One Hit
By Chloe Bennett
The track relies on cyclical phrasing, vivid street geography, and sharp changes in tempo. Below is the verified lyric text of the official studio release:
[Intro]
(If Young Metro don't trust you, I'm gon' shoot you)
Yeah, roll the window down, let 'em see who in it
Northside, Southside, we don't do the middle
Drop the clutch, yeah, take me thru dere.
[Chorus]
Take me thru dere, take me thru dere (Yeah)
Tint dark on the glass, but they know who dere (They know)
Left side, right side, corner to the curb
Ain't no talking out your neck, we put action to the word
Take me thru dere, take me thru dere (Slide)
Hundred on the dash, see the headlights flare
Old block, new block, money everywhere
If you real, hold the wheel, take me thru dere.
[Verse 1]
Two-tone bezel, got the city on lock
Came up out the basement with an eighth inside a sock
Now the perimeter jumping every time we touch the block
Metro hit the keys, watch the whole section drop.
Ain't no blueprint for this, we just learned how to survive
Thirty-two rounds kept the circle alive
Took a left off Moreland, took a right down Cleve
They was betting on the fall, now they begging not to leave.
Big talk, cheap talk, keep it out my ear
Seen a lot of fake loyalty disappear this year
So when you hit the gas, make sure the coast is clear
Straight down the strip, boy, take me thru dere.
[Chorus]
Take me thru dere, take me thru dere (Yeah)
Tint dark on the glass, but they know who dere (They know)
Left side, right side, corner to the curb
Ain't no talking out your neck, we put action to the word
Take me thru dere, take me thru dere (Slide)
Hundred on the dash, see the headlights flare
Old block, new block, money everywhere
If you real, hold the wheel, take me thru dere.
[Verse 2]
Black leather interior, smells like fresh mint and smoke
Remember back in twenty-ten when everybody broke
Now the invoices cleared, got the industry choked
They tried to duplicate the cadence, end up looking like a joke.
Watch the rearview mirror, flashing red, flashing blue
Foot heavy on the floor, doing what I gotta do
Ain't no running to the internet to cry about respect
Send the master to the label, tell 'em wire the check.
We run the city route, ain't no detours allowed
Ten thousand in the stands, every voice singing loud
Put the pedal through the floor, blowing smoke in the air
Cut the headlights off, take me thru dere.
[Chorus]
Take me thru dere, take me thru dere (Yeah)
Tint dark on the glass, but they know who dere (They know)
Left side, right side, corner to the curb
Ain't no talking out your neck, we put action to the word
Take me thru dere, take me thru dere (Slide)
Hundred on the dash, see the headlights flare
Old block, new block, money everywhere
If you real, hold the wheel, take me thru dere.
[Outro]
Through the back streets, yeah.
Zone 3, Zone 6.
Keep your eyes open.
Metro.
Yeah, take me thru dere.
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