JUST THE BEGINNING Lyrics – Future

The streets signed me
(Taurus, Taurus)
I gotta remind you, I never liked you
In the streets, nigga
I love you

Streets turnin’ boys into men
Take several down, lock it in
Got a stash, brought another bill
Pay you off before I shot and kill
Tell them other trenches that I ain’t fell
I told ’em wait again, they weren’t aware
I met her on sight, she got clapped
I was playin’ with the chickens before I rapped

Treatin’ this music like I’m sellin’ keys
I took lil’ mama then went down to Greece
Young nigga ’round me, slimey and greasy
I bought her diamonds and she keep it a secret
Knock your shit down, you know I’ma agree with it
Take off flyin’, goin’ off a G6
I got that cooler with me when I’m whippin’
Rollin’ with demons when I’m in your city
Couple of pink toes gettin’ nasty
Send all the Fentanyl to Cincinnati
Gone on a mission, niggas ain’t really havin’ it
Like I got a fishin’ rod, that bitch bite
Whole lotta racks on me Beatles sitze
Lil’ one whack songs when they bitin’
We been on demon time, say I’m nice
Ain’t been gettin’ no sleep, I’m outside
Kick down the doors of your door
Put double numbers on the billboards
I take the flowers, we gettin’ awards
Too many shooters, I was paranoid
Young nigga poppin’ off anywhere
Catch up and spray, nigga, anywhere
I gotta make sure I [?]
‘Cause I’m in touch with the mob
[?] ready, yeah, she anywhere, Jada finish up the job
But to the hood I’m a god
I did residentials, I was slaughtering
Just another product of poverty
Hit them niggas up, no recovery
I had Benjamins, Frank callin’ me
Got them demons with me, ain’t no argument
Trappin’ out my pain with Givenchy
Forever wish death on all my enemies
The minute I was born, I was sinnin’
Chasin’ a hundred billion, that’s just the beginnin’

Streets turnin’ boys into men
Take several down, lock it in
Got a stash, brought another bill
Pay you off before I shot and kill
Tell them other trenches that I ain’t fell
I told ’em wait again, they weren’t aware
I met her on sight, she got clapped
I was playin’ with the chickens before I rapped

Streets turnin’ the boy to a millionaire, ayy, yeah
Took all the struggle from the game and it got me here
Drinkin’ on muddy, smokin’ herb by the pound, ooh, ooh
Wish I could fall in love but she been ran through
Who the flyest?
Ain’t no goin’ back and forth, ain’t no debatin’ with me
Keepin’ the drum on me
Gotta keep fifty brothers for my many men
These streets they prepared a nigga for everything
Everything I ever wanted in my life
I hustle and I’m grindin’ up to earn it full
For the Bugatti, sign me up
Charge one thousand to just line ’em up, line it up

Oh yeah (Oh yeah)
Yeah (Yeah)
Yeah (Yeah)
Young nigga pop (Young nigga pop)
Catch up and spray (Catch up and spray)
I gotta make sure I aim (I gotta make sure I aim)
Woo
[?]
Just the finishin’ (Just the finishin’)
Hood (Hood)
Pluto (Pluto)
Catch another b—(Catch another b—)
Hit ’em up (Hit ’em up)
I call (I call)

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WORST DAY Lyrics – Future

Valentine’s is the worst day
Valentine’s Day the worst day, got too many to please
I pop a half of pain pill to put my mind at ease
I bought you all this gifts, chain your heart all in pieces
Try to pass out new whips, yeah, but all they want is me
Got a glock under the pillow she blowin’ for my gang
Not trying to lie to you, I don’t want to explain
Took off on a store run and jumped on a plane
Every single birthday, another private location

Valentine’s Day the worst day, got too many to please
Spent over a hundred g’s and she still wasn’t pleased
I done gave her a hundred g’s all she want is me
It’s a treat when we meet up, whenever we met
She just want me to be there on February 14th
I come through when I get a chance, but got to be brief
Tote a LV briefcase, I’m just keeping it a G
Made it out the trenches, got more stripes than a zebra
When you got more than one, two, three, four, five, six bitches
Valentine’s the worst day when a nigga rich
Got more than one, got Catholics, got Christians
Got a Muslim, got Egyptians, they saying they miss me
Won’t settle for no quickie got ’em waiting up in they Vicky’s
I leave out and go missing
I done traveled a long distance, bought a house in another city
Try to talk to you, but I know you won’t get it
I know if it don’t kill you, you gonna feel it

Valentine’s Day the worst day, got too many to please
I pop a half of pain pill to put my mind at ease
I bought you all this gifts, chain your heart all in pieces
Try to pass out new whips, yeah, but all they want is me
Got a glock under the pillow she blowin’ for my gang
Not trying to lie to you, I don’t want to explain
Took off on a store run and jumped on a plane
Every single birthday, another private location

To the laughing and the cheering, praying for a better day
I’m getting mine, getting it in, smashing on acceleration
Do it times ten, upper echelon, heavyweight
Working out my differences with hard work and dedication
Long distance, in and out whenever we link up
Trench to the floor, keep a hoe to pick my mink up
Make reservations just to check in my coat
My inspiration never let it drag on the floor
I’m turning up some more, I done been too damn broke
Feel like I’m God level, so many chicks I adore
Avoiding the hurt riding in circles in the Aventador
Choose one and you gonna make the other ones feel less important

Valentine’s Day the worst day, got too many to please
I pop a half of pain pill to put my mind at ease
I bought you all this gifts, chain your heart all in pieces
Try to pass out new whips, yeah, but all they want is me
Got a glock under the pillow she blowin’ for my gang
Not trying to lie to you, I don’t want to explain
Took off on a store run and jumped on a plane
Every single birthday, another private location

Forever my lady
Forever my lady
Valentine’s Day the worst day, got too many to please
I pop a half of pain pill to put my mind at ease
I bought you all this gifts, chain your heart all in pieces
Try to pass out new whips, yeah, but all they want is me

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STAYED DOWN Lyrics – Future

Future - STAYED DOWN

(feat. Young Scooter)

ATL Jacob, ATL Jacob

[Future:]
I got a sports car on my wrist and I’m very fly
You can hear the money machine beeping from outside
Nigga pillow-talking, talking, ain’t got they money right
I don’t even want to talk, nigga, unless I see the cash out
Zero to sixty, I get lost in a turbo
Medallions, pink diamonds, started from purple
Yeah, fully loaded, money machine, bitch, I’m splurgous
He stayed down, got the money up, and now they can’t serve us

I’m going Jimmy Choo on my new-new shit on purpose
She can get it too, ain’t no fool, I’ll curve her
If I borrowed your car, I’m sure I filipped it up with chickens
Cappers stealing swag, they bitches popping on misses
Got more K in the phantom, you want to ride the Honda Civic
I’m okay with that hammer, I got to ride with the extended
Shit be cracking in the city every day (Every day)
Dropped the eighth in a Phantom, I’m okay (Okay)
Penthouse, three stories, got trees in it
Spilled the drip all over, a bitch eatin’ it
I threw the money in the vault, ain’t even seen it
Money bags everywhere, Lamborghini’s

[Future (Young Scooter):]
I got a sports car on my wrist and I’m very fly
You can hear the money machine beeping from outside
Nigga pillow-talking, talking, ain’t got they money right
I don’t even want to talk, nigga, unless I see the cash out
Zero to sixty, I get lost in a turbo
Medallions, pink diamonds, started from purple
Yeah, fully loaded, money machine, bitch, I’m splurgous (Light it up, gang)
He stayed down, got the money up, and now they can’t serve us (BMWG shit)

[Young Scooter:]
We make our own drugs so you niggas can’t serve ’em (Nah)
Remix everything, Sproot make it do hurdles (Remix)
Jugg House jumping like a rabbit, yours turn (Turn)
Everything I smoke exotic, nigga, all purple (Yeah)
I just ran a whole M through the money counter (Money counter)
Kept money from yesterday, I ain’t even count it (Count up)
Quarter million, tried to break Blacka out the counter (Counter)
A thousand pounds on the road, all wrapped and downied (Road)
Jugg, the truck was seven, let her off, Freebandz (Yeah)
All my niggas bosses, working like some Mexicans (Like some Mexicans)
Lamborghini ’round my neck, Eliantte (Eliantte)
Hunnid racks just to pull up in the driveway (Streets)

[Future:]
I got a sports car on my wrist and I’m very fly
You can hear the money machine beeping from outside
Nigga pillow-talking, talking, ain’t got they money right
I don’t even want to talk, nigga, unless I see the cash out
Zero to sixty, I get lost in a turbo
Medallions, pink diamonds, started from purple
Yeah, fully loaded, money machine, bitch, I’m splurgous
He stayed down, got the money up, and now they can’t serve us

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AFFILIATED Lyrics – Future

Future - AFFILIATED

(feat. Lil Durk)

Yeah (Yeah)
I’m reloading (I’m reloading)
Yeah (Yeah)

[Future:]
Yeah, I been countin’ money so long it make my hands ache
Yeah, hundred round in the trunk, can’t even stand straight
Yeah, gon’ pop more than one, start hallucinatin’
Lot of diamonds on my arm, look like roller-skate
My hood hotter than a sauna, nigga, whackin’ shit
Flood that lil’ bitch out in stones and got a badder bitch
Posted on the corner where it’s yellow tape
Had to buy my bitch a gun, gang affiliate

Told her “Don’t be worried ’bout none, lil’ one killin’ shit”
I take criminals where I go, but all legitimate
Put so many chains on, it made my head hurt
You can’t shoot it out the car, put in leg work
Why you gon’ shoot him in the chest when you hit his head first?
I was sellin’ water-water and missed the school bus
Had to place another order, bought more Lamb’ trucks
Came up breaking laws, had to get my hands dirty
Used to hang with a bitch, gave my mans dirt
When they searched the rental, that’s when I knew the feds were lurkin’
Watch my grandma go to prison, made my heart hurt
Bought a gang of cars like a pack of Starburst

[Future (Lil Durk):]
Yeah, I been countin’ money so long it make my hands ache
Yeah, hundred round in the trunk, can’t even stand straight
Yeah, gon’ pop more than one, start hallucinatin’
Lot of diamonds on my arm, look like roller-skate
My hood hotter than a sauna, nigga, whackin’ shit (Smurk, Pluto)
Flood that lil’ bitch out in stones and got a badder bitch (Let’s get it, yeah)
Posted on the corner where it’s yellow tape
Had to buy my bitch a gun, gang affiliate

[Lil Durk:]
I’m a street nigga, I’m affiliated with the gang wars (Facts)
So many murders goin’ on, I been hit, I ask a nigga what he changed for (Brrah)
I done seen my homie die right in front of me with his gun drawn
I’m fighting the ten murders, I still be walkin’ ’round with my gun showin’, nigga
I’m from the mud-mud, you need a job ’til my people make a nigga check stub
Shoot up the block and pick the shell-cases up and make the police officer work for it
I’m too street, when I’m in the zone, I take drugs by the two-three (Drugs, drugs)
And it’s proof I don’t fuck with too many niggas
Pull up in the hood in two-seats
Young wild niggas, I’ma stay around, ridin’ hot cars with no license (Hell)
Don’t play, he’ll kill you like a dark-skin, whole time bro ass light-skin (Gang)
He’ll kill you for a light ten, on a nigga ass like a tight end (Ha)
Bro, I gave you only ’til the night end (Night end)
Young street nigga duck indictments (Let’s get it)

[Future:]
Yeah, I been countin’ money so long it make my hands ache
Yeah, hundred round in the trunk, can’t even stand straight
Yeah, gon’ pop more than one, start hallucinatin’
Lot of diamonds on my arm, look like roller-skate
My hood hotter than a sauna, nigga, whackin’ shit
Flood that lil’ bitch out in stones and got a badder bitch
Posted on the corner where it’s yellow tape
Had to buy my bitch a gun, gang affiliate

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LIKE ME Lyrics – Future

(feat. 42 Dugg & Lil Baby)

I got HitMan on the beat (Whew)

I got twelve watches, four bustdowns, ain’t none of my shit plain
I got twenty watches all Plain Jane and I bulletproof my Range
I got twenty buss down watches, could’ve went and bought me a plane
If you don’t got business mind, and he ain’t kill nothin’, ain’t no sense stressin’ my game
You can’t turn mud into diamonds, then you won’t feel my pain
Swear I used to sell drugs to buy fly shit, you don’t know how far I came
I’m a real skreet nigga, I’m on that, for these millions, I play lane
Fuck how they feeling, nigga, I made it, do what you want bitch when I’m payin’
God damn, raps changed, got about a quarter M in that van
How you doin’ shit but servin’ them jays, he say, “We still duckin’ them rags”

You jumpin’ in that water, nigga, you just like me
I spent your salary with boss niggas who just like me
You from the trenches, got the line on dog food, you just like me
You on a jet, playin’ with a check, nigga, you just like me
A street nigga with finesse, dog, you just like me
You know how to play around with that Fentanyl, you just like me

You with the junkies standin’ outside, just like me
Tote a hundred round drum, told her, you just like me
Slangin’ choppas, you outside, you just like me
Plain watch, bust down, just like me

Pay in cash, ain’t got no lease, nigga, you just like me
You was tryna rap, get out the skreets, nigga, you just like me
You love that bitch, but you can’t trust her, dawg, you just like me
You hustle hard to get new Air Force 1s, you just like me
You put them switches on your Glock, nigga, you just like me
You ready to die behind your block, just like me, yeah, yeah
Just like me
You ready to die behind your block, just like me, yeah, yeah

If I don’t pull up certain Lambs, bro, I just can’t sleep
He bought the Demon, then the Lamb’, nigga just like me
You out here riskin’ it for your fam’, nigga, you just like me
He went to bricks from a gram, nigga, just like me

You with the junkies standin’ outside, just like me
Tote a hundred round drum, you just like me
Slangin’ choppas, you outside, you just like me
Plain watch, bust down, you just like me

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NO SECURITY Lyrics – Future

(feat. Babyface Ray)

[Future:]
Yeah, Pluto
ATL Jacob, ATL Jacob

I’m cut off from a different cloth from niggas, that’s a Fendi fact, yeah
And I’m strapped up with that mini-MAC, yeah, yeah
Fuckin’ up a chinac I’m already millennium
Takin’ pics with junkies and I’m ridin’ ’round with Eminem
It’s some robbers and killers ’round here, that’s where I’m at
They make drug deals, pop pills, that’s where I’m at
They got dog food ’round here, that’s where I’m at
I’m the king of the trenches, no security guards (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

[Babyface Ray:]
We get triple in your town, nigga, that’s where I’m at
Fuck around and grab a crib, shit, I’m never comin’ back (Mm-hmm)
It’s a ruler on the glizzy, bag me up when I laugh
Man, these internet niggas never fucked with a bag (Nah)
Eleven in my pants, I can’t even get it out
I ain’t had shit, ask me how I’m livin’ now (Ask me)
I done, done, done it all, did a lot (Did it all, nigga)
Watch him run, run just like Ricky, spin the block (Shit)
Fuck it, niggas spin again (Ooh)
Fear Of God on me, I don’t fear a man (Fear Of God)
Lot of niggas fumin’, they get up there on that stand (Lot of niggas fumin’)
I been livin’ toxic, fuck one bitch then fuck her friends

[Future:]
I’m cut off from a different cloth from niggas, that’s a Fendi fact, yeah
And I’m strapped up with that mini-MAC, yeah, yeah
Fuckin’ up a chinac I’m already millennium
Takin’ pics with junkies and I’m ridin’ ’round with Eminem
It’s some robbers and killers ’round here, that’s where I’m at
They make drug deals, pop pills, that’s where I’m at
They got dog food ’round here, that’s where I’m at
I’m the king of the trenches, no security guard

Big barbarian, nigga, just check my body weight
I get first stab at these bitches in the outer state
Ain’t no trippin’ off no twat that I made very important
They launderin’, they prayin’ on you, they land on you, extortion
Good thing I was known, finesse before I had anything
Good thing, I never played with sake, I played magazine
Posted on the block when the sunlight was up, yeah
Hundred [?], they got my gun in the cut
Fendi on my body, garment lookin’ like a ninja
Play me like a urkel, bitch, you know I’m ’bout to suspend, uh
I hold out my arm, you could tell I’m a winner
‘Posed to live in Vietnam, I’m with all the hitters

I’m cut off from a different cloth from niggas, that’s a Fendi fact, yeah
And I’m strapped up with that mini-MAC, yeah, yeah
Fuckin’ up a chinac I’m already millennium
Takin’ pics with junkies and I’m ridin’ ’round with Eminem
It’s some robbers and killers ’round here, that’s where I’m at
They make drug deals, pop pills, that’s where I’m at
They got dog food ’round here, that’s where I’m at
I’m the king of the trenches, no security guard

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BACK TO THE BASICS Lyrics – Future

Plenty, cry
This life without you
You don’t want, you don’t want, you don’t want
You don’t want, you don’t want to go back to the basics, yeah

Checked the velocity, hope you can weather through the storm
Peep out the carpet, it’s custom stitched up in yarn
Hottest commodity covered in Italian velour
Hold on to your faith when I need you to be there
Askin’ for your heart, if it’s real then it’s rare
Ocean in the sea, GIA I see
Lunch time in Cheetah with snow bunny divas
Only for me, this just ain’t for the relapse
Bubble eye Benz came with goggles, yeah
Gang of Korean, talk to me proper, yeah
Translator friend, European model, yeah
They cover my trend, top story, ESPN
So many chains like a turtleneck under my chin
I’ll learn to speak another language if it makes sense
Princess cut clarity VVSs
Military money out the gutter, ducked the popo
Three strips skrrted goin’ solo
Havin’ the time of my life with no four-door
Can’t show every gift you get to IG when you fuck on a mogul
I DC sniped it and I hit it listenin’ to gogo
I’ma make ’em lose count if they addin’ up the total
After I fuck you, let me cry on your shoulder
This is a chance of a lifetime

After we make love, let me cry on your shoulder
You don’t want, you don’t want, you don’t want
You don’t want to go back to the basics
You don’t want, you don’t want, you don’t want
You don’t want, you don’t want to go back to the basics
Get a room key, check in saying two-o-four
After we make love, let me cry on your shoulder
You don’t want, you don’t want, you don’t want
You don’t want to go back to the basics
You don’t want to go back to the basics

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I’M ON ONE Lyrics- Future

(feat. Drake)

Hol’ up, wait
That’s that bitch
(Torey, I know what to do with it)
That’s that gas, that global high
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I’m on one, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I’m on one, I’m on one
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I’m on one, I’m on one

My lil’ one sprayed the clip and threw his arm out of place
We too damn rich to worry ’bout a murder case
Tellin’ on yourself is the only way you wanna escape
Call me Michael Phelps for swimmin’ in your bitch face
Pop a Adderall so I can focus, count this cake
Skinny nigga, but my pockets out of shape
ATL nigga, all the cars California plates
Fight for my niggas, they gon’ get it brack-brackin’
4 Tray gangsters, they gon’ get it crack-crackin’
ABK gon’ walk a nigga down, straightjacket
Niggas go psychotic ’bout this shit, ain’t just rappin’
Niggas pullin’ robberies in this bitch, we ain’t just trappin’
If another body drop, the feds might just snatch me
Man down, I’ma be overseas when it happen
Word around town, got them Ps in the attic
I’m applyin’ pressure in the field, John Madden
Hundred thou’ vacuumed sealed up, I’m just stackin’ it
Finessin’ is a sport, caught me a yellow one like Fabolous
Four-twenty-five, two stone, check the clarity

I’m on one, I’m on one, yeah
Hold up, slow down, wait, catch up (Catch up)
I’m on one, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I’m on one, I’m on one
I got a different type of body built
(Ayy)

All my hoes rockin’ Audemar (Hold up)
All my hoes rockin’ Rollie, Audemar, Patek (Hold up)
Bustdown thotiana, bustdown thotiana
Bust down a thotty with a bustdown, yeah
I hate bein’ in my feels, I hate twenty dollar bills
We too famous to be goin’ on no drills, nah, for real
Never been up to my record label, never knew the deal
Said she wanna see the world and she tired of sittin’ still
I’ma take her ass to Paris, fuck her on that Ferris wheel
Take her to see Cristiano, fuck her in that Benz Viano
Champions League, shit, there’ll be a driver for you on arrival
When I finally see ya, all I wanna see is
Right hand, right knee, left hand, left knee
Make that ass wave, make that ass jet ski, what
I don’t know why the fuck niggas tryna test me, what
I’m just all about my goals like Ovechkin, what
I’m just all about my goals like I’m Messi, what
Bein’ messy, shit do not impress me, what
I could never be your man, I’m your bestie, what
And I never liked you niggas, so don’t text me

I’m on one, I’m on one (Okay, okay)
Outside my body, I’m on one (Okay, okay)
Yeah, hold up, wait, slow down, catch up (Okay, okay)
Yeah

All my hoes rockin’ Audemar
All my hoes rockin’ Rollie, Audemar, Patek
Bustdown thotiana, bustdown thotiana
Bust down a thotty with a bustdown
Okay, okay
Grrr

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THE WAY THINGS GOING Lyrics – Future

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh-oh, oh
Oh-oh

The way things goin’, nigga, might not see the backend
The way things goin’, gotta ride ’round with an FN
The way things goin’, only family matters
The way things goin’, made my whole crowd scatter
The way things goin’, get the money off top
The way things goin’, niggas made it off the block
The way things goin’, gotta pull up in that drop
The way things goin’, oh

The way things goin’, oh (Yeah)
The way things goin’, oh, (Hey, gotta fill my cup)

Tom Ford, suit and dress, them handin’ out my business
Raised in the trenches, been in the trap since an infant
Sold all my dope, now, my trap on a finish
Pack came in the mail, I run through ’em in a minute
Money went to my brain, ice done got in my skin
Down as shit, you trappin’ shit, I’m treatin’ you like my twin
‘Rari with the wing on it, I spent like seven tens
Shawty and them goin’ seven-thirty every time they go spin
I wouldn’t mislead you, too caught up in my winds (I would just levae)
Bullet-proof Trackhawk, had to geek out the engine
Got it out the concrete, flyin’ to other countries
Bad bitch, poppin’ outside, Gucci onesie

The way things goin’, nigga, might not see the backend
The way things goin’, gotta ride ’round with an FN
The way things goin’, only family matters
The way things goin’, made my whole crowd scatter
The way things goin’, get the money off top
The way things goin’, niggas made it off the block
The way things goin’, gotta pull up in that drop
The way things goin’, oh

The way things goin’, oh
The way things goin’, oh, (Gotta pull up foreign, you know what I’m sayin’?)

Mad rich, got it out the mud, it was ugly
Average, I can’t go back to havin’ nothin’
Savage, product of my environment, I’m hustlin’
Karats, clarity gon’ glisten when it’s dirty
Karats, they glisten when they dirty, keep a thirty
Bulletproof Suburban, avoidin’ all the worries
The way I ball, I know for sure that every time my jersey breakin’ the laws
Wake up early morning, go serve it
Take the time buildin’ my crib like a pyramid (That’s my crib)
Reminiscin’ where I come from, get money a religion
You got smoke in the air, don’t let it cloud your vision
Some of my partners not here, I really do miss you
Take the money and ball it up, and use it for tissues
Sendin’ gun powder out, resolving these issues
And the way things goin’ is very malicious
It’s another bloody summer inside of my city

Uh-uh, it’s another bloody summer inside of my city
Uh-uh, the way things goin’ (The way things goin’)

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HOLY GHOST Lyrics – Future

AT-
AT-
This some real Pluto shit, nigga
Out the muhfuckin’ mud, nigga, you know what I’m saying?
Out the dirt, nigga, out the soil of this shit
ATL Jacob, ATL Jacob
Yeah

Feeling like a cigarette boat, all this water on me
I was at my big truck, my wrist up, get my dick sucked
When I switch my wrist up, switch my car, switch my bitch up
Every time I hit her, I broke her off then dismissed her
I been counting this paper all day, I’m getting blisters
Roadkill, every time I pop out in a new whip
Gettin’ you wacked, niggas ain’t running off with my new drip
Rolls hit, lights hit, platinum set, overkill
Killed shit and the nigga ain’t have nothing to do with it, over-drill
When you in the field and you innocent, why you over here?
Body count, protocol, thotty count, losing count
Switch the count, large amount, overseas, can’t pronounce
Sippin’ syrup in a fur, get my dog, walk him down
Details inside of the photo, my fit was twenty thou’
No miles, cashed out, put it up by the time it hit two thou’
Surfing in Hermès, I’m the one they called Pluto-ski
Mix-ski, I just went so deep I made her nose bleed
Lewinsky, she just gave me her throat inside the Rolls-y
If I OD, I’ma be on a Bentley spree, you must not know me
I gave her that dope, put her on the road, she was holy
Me and my lil’ woadie get it in, Japanese trends
Big top Maybach, Benz, buy ’em buy the twin
We got ’em locked in, boxed in, Glocks in
Alligator skin for my sins, I’m ’bout to win again
I know niggas craving for bodies, ready to spin again
I get on my ten, ’bout my ends, nigga, I’m locked in
Made an M to a ten, now I’m posted on the Forbes again
Only time I sell out, at the show, bitch, I’m European
Top ten, that’s without that melody, it’s costing
No sleep, come from out the streets, leave you in white sheets
V.I.P., bitch tryna eat on me, tryna sleep with me
Overseas, everything I’m spending, Gucci on the feet
Only see, everything this month, I bought an Onlysea
New Chanel, everything I say, these bitches oversee
Rolls key, pass the Lambo key, and the other key
Truck key, not the sedan key, that’s the other key
Wiped down, cleaning my cars in the rain, I got OCD
Dry it off, pouring out rain and he tryna dry it off
Slide off, I got a foreign bitch at my hideout
Real talk, niggas ain’t speaking the language I talk

Slide off, I got a foreign bitch at my hideout
Real talk, niggas ain’t speaking the language I talk

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