Artist: Future (Feat Lil Wayne)
Album: –
Year: 2013
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[Intro – Future & (Lil Wayne)]
You know
This just some real nigga shit, yeah real nigga story
You know what I’m saying?
(Young Mula babbyyy)
[Chorus – Future]
Ay, slang a bunch of narcotics
Pull up in that new ‘rrari
Living like John Gotti
Chopping bricks like karate
Drink a bunch of codeine
Serve it to the dope fiends
Blowing money, stay clean
Michael Jackson, Billy Jean
[Verse 1 – Future]
Got a Panamera ’round a young nigga neck
Got a young bitch pulling up in a vet
Smoke a lot of Kush and I have a lot of sex
Had to beat the grind up, ran up my check
Bitch nigga get money, nigga get that
Roll a blunt of chronic, nigga sell a lot of crack
You can hit a nigga line, order what you want
I can whoop a Maserati, pulling up a donk
50,000 on yo’ watch, young nigga splurge
Pop a ace of spade bottle, sip a lot of syrup
Keep a young nigga workin’, gotta buss a cape
I’mma take a phone call, hustle everyday
[Chorus – Future]
Ay, slang a bunch of narcotics
Pull up in that new ‘rrari
Living like John Gotti
Chopping bricks like karate
Drink a bunch of codeine
Serve it to the dope fiends
Blowing money, stay clean
Michael Jackson, Billy Jean
[Verse 2 – Future]
Whip another cake, just to go and snatch a Spider
Young nigga play with keys like a type writer
Al Capone, John Gotti was a nigga idol
I was never snitching, I can put it on the Bible
In a 4-door Beamer, driving with a rifle
Nigga where you at? Nigga we go pull up on ya
Young bitch looking like Janet in the ’80s
We was grinding up from a tube and a baby
Got the girl dripping wet like a Jheri curl
Got the Styrofoam cup and it full of syrup
Send it over from New Mexico and let me work
I can get 36 for a clean shirt
[Chorus – Future & (Lil Wayne)]
Ay, slang a bunch of narcotics
Pull up in that new ‘rrari
Living like John Gotti
Chopping bricks like karate
Drink a bunch of codeine
Serve it to the dope fiends (yeah)
Blowing money, stay clean (check me out)
Michael Jackson, Billy Jean
Who bad?
[Verse 3 – Lil Wayne]
Pop a lot of pain pills
‘Bout to put rims on my skateboard wheels
Yeah, *Emmett Till reference*
Yeah… ahaha
Two cell phone ringin’ at the same time
That’s your hoe, callin’ from two different phones
Tell that bitch: ‘leave me the fuck alone’
See you fuck her wrong, and I fuck her long
I got a love-hate relationship with Molly
I’d rather pop an ollie, and my dick is a trolly
Boy, I’ll bury you like Halle
And these hoes say I’m blind
Cause I don’t see nothin’ wrong with a little bump and grind
Man I just received a package, them other niggas taxin’
And my pockets so fat, I’m startin’ to feel contractions
And my cousin went to jail for them chickens
And he already home and that nigga must be snitchin’
Cut him off like karate
[Chorus – Future & (Lil Wayne)]
Ay, slang a bunch of narcotics (yeahhh)
Pull up in that new ‘rrari (Young, Young)
Living like John Gotti (Young, Young, Young)
Chopping bricks like karate (Young Mula babbbyyyy)
Drink a bunch of codeine (syrup)
Serve it to the dope fiends
Blowing money, stay clean (stay clean)
Michael Jackson, Billy Jean
Who bad?
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