1000 lyrics - N.E.R.D & Future
[Pharrell Williams:]
Ah, ah
(Hey, hey, hey!) Assembling a riot
(Hey, hey, hey!) Chanting and circling the fires
(Hey, hey, hey!) Heard behavior, can't keep it quiet
(Hey, hey, hey!) Kinetic energy a thousand times higher
Holy shit, it's working, we all got in
Holy shit, it's working, now look at my friends
Holy shit, it's working, it's bitter to the taste
Holy shit, it's working, we dancin' in place
What goes up must come down
What goes in must come out
You surrounded, dog, come on, look around
Hey, hey, I was in, but no, not now
Holy shit, it's working, no more trail of tears
Holy shit, it's working, the prophecy is here
Holy shit, it's working, we're wreckin' this bih
Holy shit, it's working, one thousand percent
In the mirror, there's a hero
One, zero, zero, zero
[Future:]
Hey, hey, hey! One thousand
Git one thousand
hundred, one thousand
Uh, one thousand
My girl don't wear shoes unless they cost over a thousand
Brand new coupe cost couple hundred thousand
Got some models in the bed and they comin' by the thousand
Them young goons never sleep, they somewhere prowlin'
Everywhere we go they tote a chopper by the thousand
Rick Owens boots, I'm walkin' on a few thousand (ay)
Champagne in the club costs thousands
We got gold by the bar, that's thousands
Ferragamo belt will hit me for a even thousand
We can gamble right now, bet a thousand, shoot a thousand
Count the money up in all hundreds, all thousands
I'm too rich to talk if ye ain't talking thousands
[Pharrell Williams:]
In the mirror, there's a hero
One, zero, zero, zero
Ah, ah
(Hey, hey, hey!) Assembling a riot
(Hey, hey, hey!) Chanting and circling the fires
(Hey, hey, hey!) Heard behavior, can't keep it quiet
(Hey, hey, hey!) Kinetic energy a thousand times higher
Holy shit, it's working (I'm feeling like a saint)
Holy shit, it's working (my feel sorry, can't)
Holy shit, it's working (we painted our face)
Holy shit, it's working, the rainbow angst
One, zero, zero, zero
One, zero, zero, zero
One, zero, zero, zero
One, zero, zero, zero
In the mirror, there's a hero
One, zero, zero, zero
[Shay Haley:]
Act like you don't really hear a lot
You can pretend when you are
Karma makes sure tears will drop
You'll be wishing that your year will stop
It'll be a thousandfold, one, zero, zero, zero, dot
Act like you don't really hear a lot
You can pretend when you are
Karma makes sure tears will drop
You'll be wishing that your year will stop
It will be a thousandfold, one, zero, zero, zero, dot
[Pharrell Williams:]
One, zero, zero, zero
One, zero, zero, zero
One, zero, zero, zero
One, zero, zero, zero
In the mirror, there's a hero
One, zero, zero, zero
[Future:]
Hey, hey, hey! One thousand
Git one thousand
hundred, one thousand
Uh, one thousand
100it Racks lyrics - Future (feat. Drake & 2 Chainz)
Southside
Summer '16
Yeah
Freebandz, OVO
DJ Esco
Talkin' duffle talk, yeah
Hunnit racks bustin' out the wrapper
Hunnit racks bustin' out the wrapper
Hunnit racks bustin' out the wrapper
Hunnit racks bustin' out the wrapper
Got a hunnit racks bustin' out the wrapper
Hunnit racks bustin' out the wrapper
Got a hunnit racks bustin' out the wrapper
And I, I got a...
Got a hunnit racks bustin' out the wrapper
Got a hunnit racks bustin' out the wrapper
Got a hunnit racks bustin' out the wrapper
Got a hunnit racks bustin' out the wrapper
Got a hunnit racks bustin' out the wrapper
Got a hunnit racks bustin' out the wrapper
Got a hunnit racks bustin' out the wrapper
Hunnit racks bustin' out the wrapper
All y'all niggas don't matter
I hit threes off-balance
I switch hands like Allen
For the whole 6, I'm wildin'
You think she your baby girl
She text us like Dallas
Oh, shit, guess it don't matter
Talk down on me, I'm flattered
Whole Freebandz on Xanax
Y'all can't do no damage
Wrong cup, guess it don't matter
This one tastes like candy
This one must be Hendrix
Fuck y'all boys, y'all finished
You're dead!
I don't talk to hoes about business
Diamond in my tooth from the dentist
Put a nigga name in the Guinness
'Member when my phone was on minutes
I ain't dead yet like I'm Bruce Willis
I ain't really worried 'bout a image
Y'all still treat it like a scrimmage
And I, I got a...
Hunnit racks bustin' out the wrapper (Geez!)
Hunnit racks bustin' out the wrapper
Hunnit racks bustin' out the wrapper
Hunnit racks bustin' out the wrapper
Got a hunnit racks bustin' out the wrapper
Hunnit racks bustin' out the wrapper
Got a hunnit racks bustin' out the wrapper
I, I got a... (DJ Esco)
Got a hunnit racks bustin' out the wrapper (Yeah!)
Got a hunnit racks bustin' out the wrapper (Why not? Haha)
Got a hunnit racks bustin' out the wrapper (Okay)
Got a hunnit racks bustin' out the wrapper (Okay)
Got a hunnit racks bustin' out the wrapper (Okay)
Got a hunnit racks bustin' out the wrapper (True!)
Got a hunnit racks bustin' out the wrapper (2 Chainz!)
Hundred thousand bustin' out the wrapper (Ugh!)
Count it up 'til I get a callous (Ugh!)
I don't really talk to y'all rappers (Mm!)
Put codeine in a Snapple (Ugh!)
Put codeine on a salad (Salad)
Guess I'm on a codeine diet (Diet)
Put another hundred in the rifle (Rifle)
Everybody better be quiet, uh (Shh)
Everybody put your hands higher (Higher!)
Then I chop the top like, "Hi-yah," woo!
All of my 16s fire, ooh
All of my bitches bi-ah
They buyin' extra clothes, I mean
They bisexual, I mean
Versace sectional, I mean
Roll up the Texaco, I mean
This is the crazy flow
I got a straitjacket in the booth (Ugh)
I smoke a joint durin' an interview (Ugh)
Got the Rolex playin' peek-a-boo (Ugh, ugh)
All of you niggas that took the swag (Ugh!)
I'ma have to get residuals (Ugh!)
I'm a different individual (Ugh!)
Got my hand on my genitals (Ugh!)
I got a...
Hunnit racks bustin' out the wrapper
Hunnit racks bustin' out the wrapper
Hunnit racks bustin' out the wrapper
Hunnit racks bustin' out the wrapper
Got a hunnit racks bustin' out the wrapper
Hunnit racks bustin' out the wrapper
Got a hunnit racks bustin' out the wrapper
And I, I got a...
Got a hunnit racks bustin' out the wrapper
Got a hunnit racks bustin' out the wrapper
Got a hunnit racks bustin' out the wrapper
Got a hunnit racks bustin' out the wrapper
Got a hunnit racks bustin' out the wrapper
Got a hunnit racks bustin' out the wrapper
Got a hunnit racks bustin' out the wrapper
We ain't gotta use no scale (Yeah)
It's all there, you ain't gotta count it (Yeah)
Crocodile Hermès bag (Bag)
Stuffed all down my pockets (Whoa)
Hundred racks sittin' in the plastic (Plastic)
I ain't gon' even fuckin' touch it (Touch it)
You can go ask L.A. (Lay)
I don't go to work on budgets (Ugh)
You can go check these stones (Stones)
Everything on me flooded (Flooded)
And I gotta work three phones (Phones)
Name another nigga gettin' cloned (Cloned)
Put a hoe nigga on a shirt (Shirt)
Got a new bank account alert ('Lert)
Whole Freebandz on mud (Mud)
Taliban gang on Percs (Percs)
I ain't gonna take no shots (Shots)
Turn my dog to a boss (Boss)
We ain't gon' take no losses (Nah)
Know you tryna steal that sauce (Sauce)
Hundreds on hundreds on hundreds (Hundreds)
I done ran up me a bag (Bag)
We got a tour this summer (Summer)
I'm 'bout to run up a bag (Yeah)
Hundred thousand dollars for a walkthrough (Hundred)
I'ma need mine in cash (Hundred)
Got a whole city on my back (Yeah)
I ain't 'bout to go outside
Whole Freebandz on go
Hunnit racks bustin' out the wrapper
Hunnit racks bustin' out the wrapper
Hunnit racks bustin' out the wrapper
Hunnit racks bustin' out the wrapper
Got a hunnit racks bustin' out the wrapper
Hunnit racks bustin' out the wrapper
Got a hunnit racks bustin' out the wrapper
And I, I got a...
Got a hunnit racks bustin' out the wrapper
Got a hunnit racks bustin' out the wrapper
Got a hunnit racks bustin' out the wrapper
Got a hunnit racks bustin' out the wrapper
Got a hunnit racks bustin' out the wrapper
Got a hunnit racks bustin' out the wrapper
Got a hunnit racks bustin' out the wrapper
4 To 5 lyrics - Ghostluvme & Future
I'm gettin' some throat in a foreign
Take me way, way out
I'm gettin' some throat in a foreign
Take me way, way out
I was just goin' on a run
Goin' way, way out
I paid these dues with my sons
Moved 'em way, way out
Took the detour, made 'em reroute
Ground it up, we don't take a day off
I stack it up, I don't take a day off
Hit the winnin' shot, got us in the playoffs
I never switched, I knew it'd pay off
I'm absolutely goin' brazy
Fuck poppin' trunk, lay the chopper right on your lap
Fuck all these comments, I was just sellin' crack
I blame the streets for the way I was raised
I cannot sleep with these demons behind me
Xans, they're takin' over all your thoughts
If you get in the way of my plans, I'ma knock you off
I laced my Sunkist with Molly
I fucked that bitch, she in college
I gave her game and bags
Put that world on her tongue, she a swallower
I got the power of the dollar
You know the power of a dollar
Do you know the power of a dollar?
I know the power of a dollar
(I know the power of a dollar)
I'm gettin' some throat in a foreign
Take me way, way out
I was just goin' on a run
Goin' way, way out
I paid these dues with my sons
Moved 'em way, way out
Took the detour, made 'em reroute
Ground it up, we don't take a day off
I stack it up, I don't take a day off
Hit the winnin' shot, got us in the playoffs
I never switched, I knew it'd pay off
I'm absolutely goin' brazy
I'm absolutely goin' brazy
They try to stop me, I ain't hesitatin' (Don't stop)
Unwrap the bag and take this medication (Yeah)
I crumple herb on the application (ugh)
I put a circuit in Kate like a waitress
She gave me somethin', that's one hell of a facial
I wasn't nervous, I hold it an' sprayed it
I know you bogus, I seen it for days (I know you bogus, fuck)
I'm absolutely gettin' revenge (Yeah), I absolutely gotta win (Yeah)
I'm comin' through in the clutch (Yeah)
Burn the money up like a Dutch (Dutch)
VVSs, no cut (Woo)
These Gucci flops like chucks (Gucci)
Got that throat from a slut (Who?)
Best feelin' in the world (Best feelin')
When you come through the hood
Ridin' in a foreign and you got your new girl (Whoa)
While you pourin' on syrup, yeah
I'm gettin' some throat in a foreign
Take me way, way out
I was just goin' on a run
Goin' way, way out
I paid these dues with my sons
Moved 'em way, way out
Took the detour, made 'em reroute
Ground it up, we don't take a day off
I stack it up, I don't take a day off
Hit the winnin' shot, got us in the playoffs
I never switched, I knew it'd pay off
I'm absolutely goin' brazy[Ghostluvme:]
Yeah, they doubted me, now I need security in your city, yeah I'm popping, right? (Yeah)
That bitch, yeah she used to hate me, now she love me over night
That bitch, yeah, she used to ride and hit it, quit it over hyped (Yeah)
Late night now she slide it when I hit her up, don't over type
(Yeah, over type, over type, over type—)
[Future (Ghostluvme):]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, Pluto
I'll take bitches all the way to Jupiter, Pluto (What?)
I'm with gang members and the shooters (Okay, yeah)
Your bitch loving me your bitch love me (What?)
For the pretty bitch drinking on muddy (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
[Ghostluvme:]
Yeah, they doubted me (Yeah), now I need security in your city, I'm popping, right? (Yeah)
That bitch, yeah she used to hate me, now she love me over night (Huh)
That bitch, yeah, she used to ride and hit it, quit it over hyped (Yeah)
Late night now she slide it when I hit her up, don't over type (Yeah)
That bitch say she love me but she love money, I know their type (Huh)
Pop a Perc', I'm flying, not dying, yeah, bro, I pop 'em right (Yeah)
I'm sippin' on the lines behind, my highest four-to-five (Aye)
Used to do some crimes but now I smoke the four-to-five
When I settle in my back, you know I used to cut it right (Yeah)
Inches in my suitcase when I fly domesticated type (Yeah)
Oh, why that's when I roll up, you know my blunts are hitting right (Yeah)
Up in cash, when I call up, you know my plug is sitting nice (Aye)
Roll up so much in the studio, they thought it's [?] (Yeah)
Blow up so much smoke that it looks like I kissed a poltergeist (Yeah)
Diamonds on my neck, it look like I pulled off a jewelry heist (Yeah)
I don't have a piece so how they gonna find a jury right (Yeah)
Broke my only piece so I stay working 'til the morning light
Coking until my lungs are blacker than the dead of night (Yeah)
Used to talk to shit but now these bitches want to flutter me (What? Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Yeah, they doubted me, now I need security in your city, I'm popping, right? (Aye)
That bitch, yeah she used to hate me, now she love me over night (Yeah)
That bitch, yeah, she used to ride and hit it, quit it over hyped (Yeah)
Late night now she slide it when I hit her up, don't over type (Yeah)
That bitch say she love me but she loves money, I know their type (Yeah)
Pop a Perc', I'm flying, not dying, yeah, bro, I pop 'em right (Aye)
I'm sippin' on the lines behind, my highest four to five (Aye)
Used to do some crimes but now I smoke the four-to-five
[Future:]
I blew up like a dynamite, rock the same ice, call it China White
Flew a group of bitches on the same flight, flew the hitters on the same flight
Twenty-four on the grind, do it in the dark, get it in the daylight
One hell of a life, living this life, nigga gotta pay a price
Mad bitches, got mad riches, got habits can't let go
Livin' lavish, got karats certified baguettes
And all black like, getting a lot of cash like Pedro
A few stash spots in San Diego, got a new broad on my payroll
They had doubted a nigga before but now they'll never do that no more
In your window like Kool Joe, made a million off
From a trio, got Brazilians by the trio, get dinerio from Rio
Just jumped off from PJ to plug talk in Creole
Got dog shit on me, got dog shit on me, nigga
Try to love the man, bitch trafficking for a nigga
I done hit the lottery, I hit my numbers, I'm bigger (Pluto)
Out of poverty, it's still a part of me
[Ghostluvme:]
Yeah, they doubted me, now I need security in your city, I'm popping, right? (Ooh)
That bitch, yeah she used to hate me, now she love me over night (Yeah)
That bitch, yeah, she used to ride and hit it, quit it over hyped (Yeah)
Late night now she slide it when I hit her up, don't over type (Yeah)
That bitch say she love me but she love money, I know their type (Yeah)
Pop a Perc', I'm flying, not dying, yeah, bro, I pop 'em right (Ooh)
I'm sippin' on the lines behind, my highest four to five (Aye)
Used to do some crimes but now I smoke the four-to-five
Absolutely Going Brazy lyrics - Future
I'm gettin' some throat in a foreign
Take me way, way out
I'm gettin' some throat in a foreign
Take me way, way out
I was just goin' on a run
Goin' way, way out
I paid these dues with my sons
Moved 'em way, way out
Took the detour, made 'em reroute
Ground it up, we don't take a day off
I stack it up, I don't take a day off
Hit the winnin' shot, got us in the playoffs
I never switched, I knew it'd pay off
I'm absolutely goin' brazy
Fuck poppin' trunk, lay the chopper right on your lap
Fuck all these comments, I was just sellin' crack
I blame the streets for the way I was raised
I cannot sleep with these demons behind me
Xans, they're takin' over all your thoughts
If you get in the way of my plans, I'ma knock you off
I laced my Sunkist with Molly
I fucked that bitch, she in college
I gave her game and bags
Put that world on her tongue, she a swallower
I got the power of the dollar
You know the power of a dollar
Do you know the power of a dollar?
I know the power of a dollar
(I know the power of a dollar)
I'm gettin' some throat in a foreign
Take me way, way out
I was just goin' on a run
Goin' way, way out
I paid these dues with my sons
Moved 'em way, way out
Took the detour, made 'em reroute
Ground it up, we don't take a day off
I stack it up, I don't take a day off
Hit the winnin' shot, got us in the playoffs
I never switched, I knew it'd pay off
I'm absolutely goin' brazy
I'm absolutely goin' brazy
They try to stop me, I ain't hesitatin' (Don't stop)
Unwrap the bag and take this medication (Yeah)
I crumple herb on the application (ugh)
I put a circuit in Kate like a waitress
She gave me somethin', that's one hell of a facial
I wasn't nervous, I hold it an' sprayed it
I know you bogus, I seen it for days (I know you bogus, fuck)
I'm absolutely gettin' revenge (Yeah), I absolutely gotta win (Yeah)
I'm comin' through in the clutch (Yeah)
Burn the money up like a Dutch (Dutch)
VVSs, no cut (Woo)
These Gucci flops like chucks (Gucci)
Got that throat from a slut (Who?)
Best feelin' in the world (Best feelin')
When you come through the hood
Ridin' in a foreign and you got your new girl (Whoa)
While you pourin' on syrup, yeah
I'm gettin' some throat in a foreign
Take me way, way out
I was just goin' on a run
Goin' way, way out
I paid these dues with my sons
Moved 'em way, way out
Took the detour, made 'em reroute
Ground it up, we don't take a day off
I stack it up, I don't take a day off
Hit the winnin' shot, got us in the playoffs
I never switched, I knew it'd pay off
I'm absolutely goin' brazy
Aerobix lyrics - FBG GOAT & Future
[Part I]
[Future:]
Sippin' soda, codeine
Hundred thousand on an AP, holy moly
Baby Goat got your bitch on Snapchat doin' aerobics
(Ay, Brandon, man, why you do that?)
Cocaine on my wrist, yeah (Yeah)
Bust down on my bitch, yeah (Yeah)
Glock 40 got a switch, yeah (Yeah)
Pour four Os in the drink (Yeah)
I spend Kevin Durant on the Mink (Yeah)
I got that thriller vanilla, for real-la (Yeah)
I'm doin' drugs, I'm doin' chinchilla (Yeah)
Come for the cash, put the money on the counter (Yeah)
Dig up the dirt, put the gold in my dinner (Yeah)
I'm stayin' hot at the end of December (Yeah)
Yellow my gold and it got me geeked (Yeah)
Wipe a bitch nose, make her kneel to my feet (Yeah)
Young trap boy, I be playin' with the key
Sippin' on soda, codeine (Yeah, Freebandz, yeah)
Sippin' on soda, codeine (Yeah)
Yeah, I'm in the one with the motor in the back, yeah
Ride with that fan on my lap, yeah
Dropped a little bag get 'em zapped yeah
Trap at the store, almost died, yeah
I watched a hater get clapped, yeah
I told 'em I wasn't there, yeah
Maybach two-tone, Patek two-tone
I ain't playin' fair (Yeah, yeah)
Rolex, Pateks (Yeah)
Drugs, habits (Yeah)
Drivin', baggin' (Yeah)
Transformer snatchin' (Yeah)
Flossin' diamonds on me, yeah (Yeah), do the Janet Jackson (Yeah)
I pray I don't go to Hell, but if I do I'm swaggin' (Yeah)
Drop a Maserati just on a bracelet, that right there ain't nothin'
Took your wife and gave her back, she wasn't in my plans
Can't remember how we met, I was on them Xans
I fucked that bitch in the Sprinter, snapped her like a can
Cocaine on my wrist, yeah (Yeah)
Bust down on my bitch, yeah (Yeah)
Glock 40 got a switch, yeah (Yeah)
Pour four Os in the drink (Yeah)
Wipe a bitch nose, make her kneel to my feet (Yeah)
Young trap boy, I be playin' with the key
Sippin' on soda, codeine (Yeah, yeah)
Sippin' on soda, codeine (Yeah)
You didn't have to tell me that you had to save your nut when you fuckin'
'Cause another bitch was comin' that you was about to fuck
[Part II]
[FBG Goat:]
Come here
Whoa
Come here, you pretty little slut (Come here)
Tryna fill you mouth up with nut (Come here)
I just hit both of her buddies (Come here)
Left them hoes in the cold, they wasn't nothin' (Come here)
Give me top in the back of the Royce (Come here)
When you done, just push that little button (Come here)
Rockin' Bs, I think she Ifa (Come here)
Capital F in the middle of the tires (Skrrr)
Fucked up her Maybelline, look in the mirror
Cookies and cream, marshmallow interior
Her time of the month, she can't sit on this
She love to suck dick, she swallow my spit
Tall bitch, dark skin, Vivica Fox
Bend that shit over, hit it from the back
Foot on her head in my Gucci socks
Two Eritrean, bitches can't tell 'em apart
Envious niggas, they're mad at me
Got the Glock on the side of me, got the bitch to treat me like God
What you expect? So disrespectful
Was it Jason Kidd daughter? Swear I couldn't tell
Newborn star came with a pallbearer
Baby Goat made a ho get unmarried
Baby Goat, ski mask by Moncler
Baby Goat, stay in orange Moncler
Way too legit, I'm fuckin' this bougie bitch
Damn, I look like a lick (I look like a lick)
Audemars sit on my wrist
She came from Pluto, that's an assist (Come on)
Cartier rings like Kylie (Come on)
Ain't got no manners, can't hide it (Come on)
I swear this bitch hit like Riley (Come on)
Blue and red pills, like Wallace (Yeah)
Come here, you pretty little slut (Come here)
Tryna fill you mouth up with nut (Come here)
I just hit both of her buddies (Come here)
Left them hoes in the cold, they wasn't nothin' (Come here)
Give me top in the back of the Royce (Come here)
When you done, just push that little button (Come here)
Rockin' Bs, I think she Ifa (Come here)
Capital F in the middle of the tires (Skrrr)
Fucked up her Maybelline, look in the mirror
Cookies and cream, marshmallow interior
Her time of the month, she can't sit on this
She love to suck dick, she swallow my spit
Tall bitch, dark skin, Vivica Fox (Freebandz)
Bend that shit over, hit it from the back
Foot on her head in my Gucci socks
Too original, bitches can't tell 'em apart
Foot on her head in my Gucci socks
I don't like this type of energy, it's cool
I played myself, so it's alright
You are disgusting, like, just fucked up too
I'll see you later
Ain't Tryin lyrics - Future
I'm way up here, for real I'm over here too you dig?
Running circles around these niggas
Running circles around these niggas, you know, crack
I ain't tryna see nobody, I'm on the gas (I'm on gas)
I ain't tryna see nobody, I'm counting cash (counting cash)
I ain't tryna see nobody, I'm going berserk (going berserk)
I ain't tryna see nobody, I got this work (got this work)
I ain't tryna see nobody, I'm counting cash (yea, yea)
I ain't tryna see nobody, I'm on the gas (I'm on gas)
I ain't tryna see nobody, I'm in the sky (in the sky)
I ain't tryna see nobody, I ain't gon' lie (ain't gon' lie)
I ain't tryna see nobody, I ain't trying (I ain't trying)
I ain't tryna see nobody, I ain't trying (I ain't trying)
I ain't tryna see nobody, I ain't trying (I ain't trying)
I ain't tryna see nobody, I ain't gon' lie
I can't see no pussy nigga like I'm blind (like I'm blind )
Keep my finger on the trigger at all times (yea, yea)
For this cash I don't mind doing the crime (FBG)
Roll this flag in my pockets like I'm slime
Four door Phantom in your hood and I'm sliming (skrr, skrr)
I stay alert, I got millions on my mind (yea, yea)
Let's ante up, make me have to push your line
Bentley Spur with them goonies right behind me
I ain't tryna see nobody, I'm on the gas (I'm on gas)
I ain't tryna see nobody, I'm counting cash (counting cash)
I ain't tryna see nobody, I'm going berserk (going berserk)
I ain't tryna see nobody, I got this work (got this work)
I ain't tryna see nobody, I ain't trying (I ain't trying)
I ain't tryna see nobody, I ain't trying (I ain't trying)
I ain't tryna see nobody, I ain't trying (I ain't trying)
I ain't tryna see nobody, I ain't gon' lie
Rolex shades, they don't make these in the States (that's a Rollie)
Green-faced Roll, I spent a 100k
40-milli Glock, .40 on my waist
A bunch of killers, dope dealers on the chase (gang, gang)
Fuck the snitches 'cause I'm still pushing weight
I'm getting it in and I came from off the crates
Let's eat again, we done already ate
Fuck the snakes, brought 'em over in a Wraith
I ain't tryna see nobody, I'm on the gas (I'm on gas)
I ain't tryna see nobody, I'm counting cash (counting cash)
I ain't tryna see nobody, I'm going berserk (going berserk)
I ain't tryna see nobody, I got this work (got this work)
I ain't tryna see nobody, I'm counting cash (yea, yea)
I ain't tryna see nobody, I'm on the gas (I'm on gas)
I ain't tryna see nobody, I'm in the sky (in the sky)
I ain't tryna see nobody, I ain't gon' lie (ain't gon' lie)
I ain't tryna see nobody, I ain't trying (I ain't trying)
I ain't tryna see nobody, I ain't trying (I ain't trying)
I ain't tryna see nobody, I ain't trying (I ain't trying)
I ain't tryna see nobody, I ain't gon' lie
ARABI (عربي)
[Mohamed Ramadan:]
كل عربي يقول ورايا
[Massari:]
بتتكلم ايه؟ كله عربي، عربي، عربي، عربي، عربي، عربي
بتتكلم ايه؟ كله عربي، عربي، عربي، عربي، عربي، عربي
بتتكلم ايه؟ كله
[Future:]
Pull up on a PJ
And I'm dripping in CC
She with me, she special
That's my Habibi
Looking at my chains
And my rings, they look 3D
I'm draped and I'm laced up
Like every time you see me
Aim for the top she giving head shots
Demons on alert in the red eye
We don't do shopping at the window
I just blew a check in Morocco
Pluto, put a diamond ring on ya hand
Pluto, took ya shopping let you spend bands
Pluto, ball everyday cause I can
Pluto, ballin' all the way in Japan
[Mohamed Ramadan:]
Bro احنا بناكلها بالحلال
Bro تيجي ناخدك لفه بالجمال
علي البساط من النيل للفراط
احنا زينه الرجال
سعودي و كويتي بحريني
سوري لبناني اردني
مصري نور عيني
عراقي فلسطيني
بلادنا كتير سامحوني
عماني قطري و اماراتي
ليبي تونسي جزائري
يمني سوداني ...
العربي عليا غالي
و مش هنسي المغربي
عربي، عربي، عربي، عربي، عربي، عربي
بتتكلم ايه؟ كله عربي
بتتكلم ايه؟ كله عربي، عربي، عربي، عربي، عربي، عربي
[Massari:]
بتتكلم ايه؟ كله عربي، عربي، عربي، عربي، عربي، عربي
بتتكلم ايه؟ كله عربي، عربي، عربي، عربي، عربي، عربي
بتتكلم ايه؟ كله
[Mohamed Ramadan:]
كدا كدا شكلك احلي بالعبايةالعربي
كدا كدا بغير عليكي
ما انا دمي عربي
كدا كدا انا اصلي اصلي
ما انا اصلي عربي
فلو هتكلميني
كلميني عربي
سعودي و كويتي بحريني
سوري لبناني اردني
مصري نور عيني
عراقي فلسطيني
بلادنا كتير سامحوني
عماني قطري و اماراتي
ليبي تونسي جزائري
يمني سوداني ...
العربي عليا غالي
و مش هنسي المغربي
عربي، عربي، عربي، عربي، عربي، عربي
بتتكلم ايه؟ كله عربي
بتتكلم ايه؟ كله عربي، عربي، عربي، عربي، عربي، عربي
[Massari:]
بتتكلم ايه؟ كله عربي، عربي، عربي، عربي، عربي، عربي
بتتكلم ايه؟ كله عربي، عربي، عربي، عربي، عربي، عربي
بتتكلم ايه؟ كله
[Mohamed Ramadan:]
(هلا هلا) سلام عليكوا
(هلا هلا هلا) هلا بيكوا
(هلا هلا) سلام عليكوا
هلا بيكوا
Argentiny lyrics - Future
I'm straight outta pot piss
Bought the yop and then flood my wrist
Aquafina glacier got my neck on Aguilera
Fuck her in the throat till I fuck up that bitch mascara
Fucking with that hoe you done danced around with the devil
I'm gone off my medication
Half of these niggas traded
My loyalty ain't for Satan
I'm highly anticipated
Soon as that Bentley truck drop I'm getting it I fucking made it
Ghost or the Maserati
Ill shit on your dead body
These niggas ain't playing fair
These bitches ain't playing fair
I just spent heroin fare on mollies and lean yeah
Designer that's all I wear
Designer that's all I wear
I just hit that bitch bare
I just fucked that bitch bare
I fuck ya then buy medusas
Pull up in a barracuda
Sipping that lean with my shooter
I'm eating up at Chinese Buddha
Some fortunes I gotta torture
These niggas getting out of order
Get knocked off for half a quarter
I'm Alpo and Richie Porter
I'm ace boogie in his prime
I make niggas bump that iron
I live in another line
I go talk to Farrakhan
[?] me a shotta
All the dope save my brothers
All the dope save my brothers
Give 'em a cake of butter
Show 'em how much I love 'em
Punk bitches we don't trust 'em
These bitches ain't playing fair
These niggas ain't playing fair
I just spent heroin fare on my designer gear
Designer my underwear
I got designer everywhere
I got designer everywhere
I got designer everywhere
Money cars everywhere
My bitches live everywhere
(Yeah. Yeah)
My bitch took her skin and tried to bleach it
She say this foreign pussy got me tweaking
I Told her all this money got me geechee
Bend her over fuck her in the asshole
And I keep that hot with me mutambo
Fuck you pussy niggas. Donnie Brasco
Drop 'em in a river with his eyes closed
I just fucked this bitch in Argentina
Pull the phantom up at the arena
Me and C just went met with Serena
All these racks on me I got that Nina
Tat that nigga name on your forehead
Selling cocaine on a moped
Down in Miami I'm with my Haitians
Got all of my bitches out immigration
(I swear)
Be Yourself lyrics - Future
Gotta be bigger issues
Your self esteem got a issue
Your daddy a pimp, I know he proud of you
Takin' off your clothes to get your revenue
Who said you can't be yourself?
Why you afraid of yourself?
Who said you can't be yourself?
Why you afraid of yourself?
FreeBandz!
Too much makeup in the mirror, girl
You been at it all day
We done toured with em, we done talked to em, and they all gang
Trap King, I been nominated to the Hall of Fame
A Swiss account and a Spanish poodle got the same name
Gotta top me off in the Valet, suck it sideways
Her momma left her in the bando at a young age
She had foster care, kid group homes, she like to runaway
I know you hate to be told what to do cause you self-made
Bilingual, bilingual, bilingual
You goin' home with a bag of singles
Mamacita, 'macita, 'macita, 'macita
Come and get these Franklins like Aretha!
Who said you can't be yourself?
Why you afraid of yourself?
Who said you can't be yourself?
Why you afraid of yourself? (FreeBandz!)
Who said you can't be yourself? (Ooh)
Who said you can't be yourself? (Ooh)
Penetration, can you take it?
Too much money in the closet, girl I gotta switch safe
Change the tail number to the flight, girl I gotta switch planes
I seen a triple homi' on the news, they was in the wrong place
I ain't giving up on you, but we gotta take a break
Fishtailin' out the parkin' lot, I'm on acid
I was raised up on pork & bean no catfish
I need a prenup if you the wifey
I know your true love is making money
Bilingual, bilingual, bilingual
You goin' home with a bag of singles
Mamacita, 'macita, 'macita, 'macita
Come and get these Franklins like Aretha!
Who said you can't be yourself?
Why you afraid of yourself?
Who said you can't be yourself?
Why you afraid of yourself?
Who said you can't be yourself? (FreeBandz Ooh)
Who said you can't be yourself? (Ooh)
Gotta be bigger issues
Your self esteem got a issue
Your daddy a pimp, I know he proud of you
Takin' off your clothes to get your revenue
Bitches Gone Tell lyrics - Future
Selling bricks on deck like Jackie Chan
Got them hoes on deck like shoestrings
With a brand new Lambo shoestring
I'm a gutter ass nigga I don't do 'caine
Got a whole lot of Autotune on it, no T-Pain
36 Os in the whip, no keychain
Young-ass white bitch, Amy Grant, nigga
Young rich nigga hanging with penitentiary niggas
Motherfuck the feds, fuck Illuminati
Nigga we ain't scared, this a kamikaze
Order more bitches, order more bottles
We doing this shit, we might not see tomorrow
Two hundred bitches from Paris on my timeline
They might have went all the way this time
Treat a nigga like a one of a kind
Diamonds hanging, I'm in Sierra Leone
Fuck with a rich nigga if that's what you want
Come fuck a rich nigga, that's what you want
Ace of Spades and kush, oh that's what we on
You niggas trying to buy me? Know they're some clones
Drink your molly, mix it all on up
These Persian bitches know they all want us
I won't trust these bitches, these bitches gon' tell
We don't trust no snitch around
None of these bitches, these bitches gon' tell
I'm a hood nigga straight out the motherfucking gutter
I serve the whole bale
Motherfuck these police, nigga, my niggas they're shooting at 12
Motherfuck these police, nigga, my niggas they're shooting at 12
We don't carry no snitch around
None of these bitches, these bitches gon' tell
I'm a hood nigga straight out the motherfucking gutter
I serve the whole bail
Got the molly, got white
Got the lean, got the kush
Got the purp and the pills
Blue Jean Bandit lyrics - TM88 & Southside (feat. Moneybagg Yo, Young Thug & Future)
[Young Thug:]
Wow, Jeff
Sizzle, know what I'm sayin'?
Hee
Quarter-million dollar on a pinkie ring (Woo, yeah)
Jordan Zimmerman diamonds in my ring, man (Woo, yeah, yeah)
Stop bus tramming at my ring (Wow)
Pull up, that bitch, quarter-mil' exchange (Ah)
Bloodsucker (Yeah), human killer, what up? (Yeah)
Cap peelers, what up? (Yeah)
Drug dealers, what up? (Yeah)
Draped in the Gucci rug (Woah)
I was a Codeine addict (Codeine)
Had a lil' bitch, a ratchet (Brrt)
I was a blue jean bandit (Woah), yeah
Wake up out my sleep and pop a pill, what up? (Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah)
Half a million, told my jeweler my ice is real, what up? (What up?)
Anything I say I can say twice, what up? (What up?)
I talk nasty to the cops, I know my rights, what up? (What up?)
The bitch mad that she got lonely nights, what up? (What up?)
I laid on and caught that bitch like Jerry Rice, what up? (What up?)
Peter piper pepper, I made her nice, what up? (Yeah)
Wetter, wetter, wetter, wetter, wetter, wetter (Wetter, wetter, yeah, yeah)
Hop off a pill, pour a half of codeine (Yeah)
I got bright red flags, I'm a king (King)
I seen real Bloody Mary's in my dreams (Dreams)
Got a bright red flag, it's Supreme, yeah ('Preme)
Can't touch my dingaling, yeah (Can't touch my dingaling)
Drag racing in that [?] (Drag racing, yeah)
Quarter mil' for a ring (Quarter mil' for a ring, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Ask the critics, they'll tell you I'm top ten
Quarter-million dollar on a pinkie ring (Woo, yeah)
Jordan Zimmerman diamonds in my ring, man (Woo, yeah, yeah)
Stop bus tramming at my ring (Wow)
Pull up, that bitch, quarter-mil' exchange (Ah)
Bloodsucker (Yeah), human killer, what up? (Yeah)
Cap peelers, what up? (Yeah)
Drug dealers, what up? (Yeah)
Draped in the Gucci rug (Woah)
I was a Codeine addict (Codeine)
Had a lil' bitch, a ratchet (Brrt)
I was a blue jean bandit (Woah), yeah
[Moneybagg Yo:]
Uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh, yeah
I come from the trenches, niggas mad I came up (They pissed)
Brought all my niggas with me, I didn't leave 'em stuck (I didn't)
Don't know why you ask for smoke, man you turn 'round and nada (You pussy)
AP, Audemars on my wrist look like some glass broke up (Splash, yeah)
When it come to that paper, I'm a fiend, I'm an addict (I'm addict)
This shit was just a dream, now I'm wakin' up in mansion (Woo)
Rose gold Patek, I'm a savage livin' lavish (I am)
And I fuck her with a [?]
Poppin' the [?]
Two twin Glocks, they side me (Twins)
Lame niggas tried to trap me (Woah)
I put his ass on RIP (Bah, bah)
You can get hit for lookin' suspicious
Diamonds wet, they could wash the dishes
I threw a bag on a ring (Wing)
And I be fly like wings (Fly, uh, yeah)
[Young Thug:]
Quarter-million dollar on a pinkie ring (Woo, yeah)
Jordan Zimmerman diamonds in my ring, man (Woo, yeah, yeah)
Stop bus tramming at my ring (Wow)
Pull up, that bitch, quarter-mil' exchange (Ah)
Bloodsucker (Yeah), human killer, what up? (Yeah)
Cap peelers, what up? (Yeah)
Drug dealers, what up? (Yeah)
Draped in the Gucci rug (Woah)
I was a Codeine addict (Codeine)
Had a lil' bitch, a ratchet (Brrt)
I was a blue jean bandit (Woah), yeah
[Future:]
Quarter-million dollar on a pinkie ring (Woo, yeah)
Money stack tall, I'm neat frik (Woo)
Benz coupe, what up?
Lamborghini, what up?
Jimmy Choo, what up?
Fuck a crew, what up?
Pink coat, drippin' in a mink coat
Solitaire diamonds and the VVs
Patek, water, on your wrist it's Fiji
Go shopping in Chanel 'til you sleepy
Diamonds on the jet, woo
Diamonds on your neck, woo
Diamonds and Rolex
Pussy good in bed
I got diamonds on my dick
Diamonds in the pot
Diamonds in my teeth
Nigga diamonds on my watch
[Young Thug:]
Quarter-million dollar on a pinkie ring (Woo, yeah)
Jordan Zimmerman diamonds in my ring, man (Woo, yeah, yeah)
Stop bus tramming at my ring (Wow)
Pull up, that bitch, quarter-mil' exchange (Ah)
Bloodsucker (Yeah), human killer, what up? (Yeah)
Cap peelers, what up? (Yeah)
Drug dealers, what up? (Yeah)
Draped in the Gucci rug (Woah)
I was a Codeine addict (Codeine)
Had a lil' bitch, a ratchet (Brrt)
I was a blue jean bandit (Woah), yeah
Buy Love lyrics - Future
Lot of love
A lot of love for you
They ain't got enough for you
I can have you workin' all night
I'm buyin' love from you
I'm buyin' love from you
They ain't got enough for you
I can have you workin' all night
Tender when you taste, girl you spiteful, oh
Pissin' out this Ace like Franklins
Had a dream I woke up to a diva
Tastin' pink molly like it's Easter
Let me go, I'm goin' to the Oscar's
We made a film last year, got me popular
I keep my ego cockin', I keep that Glock cockin'
I got these ice drops, can't let the ice stop
Pilin' up these hundreds like oooh
I don't know where our love begun
Got you runnin', runnin' with my tongue
Open you up, let it cum
Lot of love for you
A lot of love for you
They ain't got enough for you
I can have you workin' all night
I'm buyin' love from you
I'm buyin' love from you
They ain't got enough for you
I can have you workin' all
Showed you the keys, all these foreigns I own
Left my OG, I've been out on my own
She speak four languages, she calls me my home
Sit in a sanctuary, I'm all alone
I wanna love you, more of you without me
Exclusivity, let me be your remedy
Sexual chemistry, we don't show no sympathy
I want you spiritually, but I need you more mentally
Pilin' up these hundreds like oooh
I don't know where our love begun
Got you runnin', runnin' with my tongue
Open you up, let it cum
Lot of love for you
A lot of love for you
They ain't got enough for you
I can have you workin' all night
I'm buyin' love from you
I'm buyin' love from you
They ain't got enough for you
I'm buyin' love from you
Pilin' up these hundreds like oooh
I don't know where our love begun
Got you runnin', runnin' with my tongue
Open you up, let it cum
Lot of love
A lot of love for you
They ain't got enough for you
I can have you workin' all night
Before you give up on me, cry a river twice
I seen your heart skipped a beat last night
That's gon' happen if you give up on my promise
We have sex, talk back like it's drama
Let me inside, ohhh
Want this, pour liquor, me all night
Just keep me inside
Girl, whatever you want ooh-ooh-ooh
Girl, whatever you want ooh-ooh-ooh
Just keep me inside
Girl, whatever you want ooh-ooh-ooh
Girl, whatever you want ooh-ooh-ooh
Can't Play Around lyrics - Young Scooter (feat. Future)
[Future:]
I know a better day comin', no love if you ain't workin'
We workin' outchea, you hear me?
Nigga goddamn motherfucker
That's hard, follow me
Thought that I could come back with that raw and I had came back robbing
Caught love with her bitch but it didn't hurt me none' at all
Man I stayed working through a hard rain and thunderstorm
I'ma stack this paper up again like I'm never done
I got these rose gold jewels, I feel better now
I put the city on my back and I can't let 'em down
Go get that semi-automatic and I lay you down
I know some days I ain't have it, I can't play around
[Young Scooter:]
They like Scooter where you been? bitch I been sellin' raw
My nigga VL keep that stick like he playin' lacrosse
I lost a mil and got it back, can't take another loss
All that juggin' and finessin', made myself a boss
I got twenty gold chains, I feel better now
I got three kids, three thousand haters, I can't play around
I know you wrap about the bricks but can you wrap a brick?
These niggas really entertainers 'cause they ain't sold shit
Lil Mexico City, we got cocaine
Thunderstorm, it's rainin' bricks, we don't get rain
And I'ma stack this money like I've never done
I karate chop a brick like I'm Daniel-san
[Future:]
Come back with that raw and I had came back robbing
Caught love with her bitch but it didn't hurt me none' at all
Man I stayed working through a hard rain and thunderstorm
I'ma stack this paper up again like I'm never done
I got these rose gold jewels, I feel better now
I put the city on my back and I can't let 'em down
Go get that semi-automatic and I lay you down
I know some days I ain't have it, I can't play around
[Young Scooter:]
Jugghouse, nothin' but cash around
Lay it down, nigga lay it down
Jugghouse, nothin' but players around
If I'm around then bring some pounds around
I got ghosts, they don't make a sound
Until you hear that chopper sound, you on the ground
My diamonds wetter than the ocean, yours [?]
All I do is count, get money in large amounts
If you in the streets then watch out for the triple cross
'Cause I done seen niggas' mamas take they ass off
I got spots and in my house I got a pack [?]
Count music, give the streets what they ask for
[Future:]
Come back with that raw and I had came back robbing
Caught love with her bitch but it didn't hurt me none' at all
Man I stayed working through a hard rain and thunderstorm
I'ma stack this paper up again like I'm never done
I got these rose gold jewels, I feel better now
I put the city on my back and I can't let 'em down
Go get that semi-automatic and I lay you down
I know some days I ain't have it, I can't play around
D4L lyrics - Future, Drake & Young Thug
(808 my crew)
(Ay, Southside, where you get all that drip?)
Yeah, yeah
Yeah
FBG, YSL, know just what's brackin', yeah (Yeah, yeah)
Told my story, gotta clear it by your daddy, yeah (Yeah, yeah)
FBG, YSL, what's hannening? (What's hannening?)
Richard Mille, all this year, nigga, what's hannening? (What's hannening?)
Louis Vuitton bandanna, bro, what hannening? (What's hannening?)
D4L, Stunna Man, say what's hannening? (What's hannening?)
Bowen Homes, you know, that shiesty shit (What's hannening?)
You go outside, you better back it
Oh, my right wrist a Ferrari (Skrrt, skrrt)
Foreign breed, American, she call me papi (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Vroom, vroom, Hellcat, give it to the goons (Vroom)
On that Earl Manigault, shootin' it out the spoon
Seen a prom queen smoke crack when I was little
Million dollars in cash like I sell drugs (Sell drugs)
Gave my bitch a hundred racks, vacuum sealed up (Vacuum seal, what?)
Vacuum sealed up
FBG, YSL, know just what's brackin', yeah (Yeah, yeah)
Told my story, gotta clear it by your daddy, yeah (Yeah, yeah)
FBG, OVO, what's hannening? (What's hannening?)
Richard Mille, all year, what's hannening? (What's hannening?)
YSL bandanna, man, what's hannening? (What's hannening?)
D4L, Stunna Man, man, what's hannening? (What's hannening?)
Bowen Homes, you know, that shiesty shit (What's hannening?)
You go outside, you better back it (Ay)
Go to Palm Springs for a day trip
Freeband, October's Own, it's the same shit
Shawty keep on knockin' back the shots, better pace this
Whoa, whoa, banknotes, presidential faces
Whoa, whoa, Bankhead, started seein' spaceships, whoa
We just started fuckin', she impatient
Now she want a butt lift, now she want some LASIK
Just to see the bag clearer, that way she can chase it
Ay, ay
I remember grade six, I was up in Payless tryna get some Asics
Now I'm Nike'd down in a motherfuckin' snake pit
Now I'm type of nigga give it out and I don't take shit (808 my crew)
I been in the cut for thirteen thousand months
(Ay, Southside, where you get all that drip?)
All that brr, you gon' think we from Saudi Arabia
Money counter brr (Yeah), ay
My trap comin' up the street, brr (Let's go)
I ran a check up on my feet, brr (Run it up)
Bentley talk, Bentley talk, brr (Bentley)
Go ask your mama, I'm a boss, brr (Boss)
I got oil, I'm your daddy, brr (Daddy)
I bought her a 'rari (Swerve, skrrt), brr ('rari, yeah)
I eat calamari (Brr, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I'ma let her park me
FBG, YSL, know just what's brackin', yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Told my story, gotta clear it by your daddy, yeah (Yeah)
FBG, YSL, what's hannening? (What's hannening?)
Richard Mille, all this year, nigga, what's hannening? (What's hannening?)
Louis Vuitton bandanna, bro, what hannening? (What's hannening?)
D4L, Stunna Man, say what's hannening? (What's hannening?)
Bowen Homes, you know, that shiesty shit (What's hannening?)
You go outside, you better back it
Darkside lyrics - Ty Dolla $ign & Future (feat. Kiiara)
(from "Bright" soundtrack)
[Kiiara:]
Some days I can't get out of my head
That's just the dark side of me
Some nights, it's hard for me to fall asleep
That's just the dark side of me
If you ever ever call my name, name
You will find out that we're both the same
When the lights go out, I need to know
Are you afraid of the dark?
I'm not afraid of the dark
[Ty Dolla $ign:]
I am not afraid, I am not afraid ('fraid)
Sick of the oppression and all the hate (hate)
Money and the power, social rank (rank)
Lot of pride now, not enough loyalty (ooh, yeah)
Had to change my life for the better things (yeah)
Had to boss up and overcome adversity (yeah)
I put my brother in position (position)
I know some didn't see the vision (see the vision)
I'm just livin' by tradition
And I'd die for my respect (respect)
And I'd die for my Patek ('tek, 'tek)
You might die for disrespect
And I'm not afraid ('fraid)
Last time I checked, I ain't ever been scared of nobody
I wanna know, when it get real (real)
Who gon' be out on the front line in the field? (Field)
Who gon' be there for the good times and the bad?
I'm already knowin' ain't nobody got my back
[Kiiara (Ty Dolla $ign):]
Some days I close my eyes and fade away
(And I fade away)
That's just the dark side of me
Some nights all the colors turn to grey
(Some nights all the colors turn to grey)
Just like the dark side of me
I'm not afraid of the dark
[Future:]
I went way beyond anyone's expectations
Got the 'Rarri turned on just in case we're racin'
I was already in the third gear by the time niggas hatin'
Who gon' be in the field for me when I make it?
Started off in the trenches, how I'ma ever go pop?
Already on the moon, already with the goons
Already on shrooms (already on shrooms)
I'm already on Easter, I'm already as a teacher
Watch for the throne, I'm like Yeezus
They tryna clone me, thinkin' I don't see 'em
They take subliminal shots thinkin' we don't hear 'em
I'm one-of-a-kind, that's how I'm gon' kill 'em
[Kiiara (Ty Dolla $ign):]
I've got a human heart
I've got a human heart
Are you afraid of the dark?
The dark (the dark)
The dark (the dark) the dark
I've got a human heart
I've got a human heart
Are you afraid of the dark? The dark
The dark (the dark)
The dark (the dark) the dark
Some days I close my eyes and fade away
(And I fade away)
That's just the dark side of me
Some nights all the colors turn to grey
(Some nights all the colors turn to grey)
Just like the dark side of me
I'm not afraid of the dark
(The dark, the dark, the dark)
I'm not afraid of the dark
(The dark, the dark, the dark)
I'm not afraid of the dark
Deep In That lyrics - Future (feat. Louie & YCiti)
[Future:]
Yeah I wanna just go to the club and vibe with you
Know what saying?
Whoa she bad
She's a bad one
I'm 'a get deep in that pussy
I'm 'a get deep in that pussy
I'm 'a get deep in that pussy
I'm 'a get deep in that pussy
Give me three Percs and some codeine
I swear to you, I'm 'a get deep in that pussy
We toast it up, let the bar come to us
I'm 'a get deep in that pussy
You know what come with the fame
You know what come with these dames
You know what come with my name
You ask for everything
You ask for everything, I give you everything
Without these bright lights, we gon' shine for the both of us
Pouring out, pouring up
Keep that lean off in my cup, what's up, huh
Pouring out, pouring up
Keep that lean off in my cup, what's up, huh
I'm 'a get deep in that pussy
I'm 'a get deep in that pussy
I'm 'a get deep in that pussy
I'm 'a get deep in that pussy
Give me three Percs and some codeine
I swear to you, I'm 'a get deep in that pussy
We toast it up, let the bar come to us
I'm 'a get deep in that pussy
[Louie:]
I'm 'a get deep in that pussy
And I'm 'a just fuck with my jeweler
I'm 'a just dive like a scuba
She get every inch of my ruler
She call me a king like a ruler
Then she give me the head like Medusa
She squirt on my sheets
And then there she just bust like my shooters
She wanna fuck every way
And I'm 'a give everything (uh-huh)
You popping that purple
You sipping on purple rain
And I'm 'a keep it real with you
I'm 'bout to get deep in that pussy
You calling my name
You will not fuck with the same
Got you here busting the tool
Remember when I fucked you in the coupe?
Got you here staring at the stars with no roof
Fuck her, fuck her like a cougar (cougar)
That pussy pussy like a Rubix
Fuck in the Jordans then I put on Pumas
Got you just sipping, sipping on Actavis
Got you praying, praying like a Catholic
Give me that pretty pussy, I'm 'a kill it
Fuck you reveal it, now you catching feelings
Fuck you reveal it, now you catching feelings
I'm 'a get deep in that pussy
[Future:]
I'm 'a get deep in that pussy
I'm 'a get deep in that pussy
I'm 'a get deep in that pussy
I'm 'a get deep in that pussy
Give me three Percs and some codeine
I swear to you, I'm 'a get deep in that pussy
We toast it up, let the bar come to us
I'm 'a get deep in that pussy
Pouring out, pouring up
Keep that lean off in my cup, what's up, huh
Pouring out, pouring up
Keep that lean off in my cup, what's up, huh
[YCiti:]
That pussy is calling my name
I act a dog off the chain
Hit every wall in that thing
She be busting back to back to back to back to back
Then dip like it's a drive-by
Pull up, beat that pussy, slide out
She be yelling, screaming, "Time out!"
Bet her man don't ever find out
I'm 'a cuff her, let her bind out
It ain't no keeping that pussy
I'm 'a go deep in that pussy
Mixing codeine with like three different weeds
I hope I don't fall asleep
I got this money on me
I got this .40 on me
I've been up for 'bout a week
Trapping, I've been tryna make it happen
Look at me now, I done made it happen
And these diamonds shine for the both of us
We gon' kill 'em, girl you know what's up
All this drank, we gon' pour it up
All this loud, might as well smoke it up
Then fuck
[Future:]
I'm 'a get deep in that pussy
I'm 'a get deep in that pussy
I'm 'a get deep in that pussy
I'm 'a get deep in that pussy
Give me three Percs and some codeine
I swear to you, I'm 'a get deep in that pussy
We toast it up, let the bar come to us
I'm 'a get deep in that pussy
Pouring out, pouring up
Keep that lean off in my cup, what's up, huh
Pouring out, pouring up
Keep that lean off in my cup, what's up, huh
Desires lyrics - Drake & Future
D. Hill (D. Hill)
Ay
I should've put you somewhere where no one could find you
Mansion out in the sticks with nothin' around you
Katy, Texas, Dallas, Texas, you know, a different environment (Ay)
'Cause you got desires, I know, I know, I know
'Cause you got desires, I know, I know, I know
'Cause you got desires
You got that fire and I'm not a liar
You had me down on my knees every day, had to talk with Messiah
I'm in that 8 and that 1 and that 2, this a different Ferrari, yeah
I tried to pay all your loans off and cop you a driver, yeah
I had you stayin' too close to the city, you actin' too vulnerable livin' this life
I should've moved you away from Houston before I copped you all this ice
You wanna be my number one, you're not actin' like the main thing
I let you play my number two, you barely made the second string
I should've put you somewhere where no one could find you (Ay)
Mansion out in the sticks with nothin' around you
Katy, Texas, Dallas, Texas, you know, a different environment (Ay)
'Cause you got desires, I know, I know, I know
'Cause you got desires, I know, I know, I know
'Cause you got desires
Ay
Self-control has never been your thing
Don't think it'll help if there's a ring with a rock in it
Where I'm from, they serve the soda clean (Clean, clean)
You come from a city where there's lean with the rocks in it
How the fuck you keep so many secrets?
How you goin' vegan, but still beefin' with me again?
How the fuck you've seen so many beaches?
Tickets to them places don't come cheap, and
I see you back in Turks
Remember who took you there first and don't you forget it
Got you a whip, but then you got back on your shit
I had to tell Eric go get it
I'm always movin' too fast, the feeling don't last
I feel like you take me for granted
Probably my fault for the way that I handle it
I should've put you somewhere where no one could find you (Ay)
Mansion out in the sticks with nothin' around you
Katy, Texas, Dallas, Texas, you know, a different environment (Ay)
'Cause you got desires, I know, I know, I know (Ay)
'Cause you got desires, I know, I know, I know (Ay)
'Cause you got desires
Ooh, shawty, you tried it
Voice gettin' filled with entitlement
Why would you tell me those lies? And
Why would you make it so bold to my face?
Why are your stories all over the place?
Whole lotta secrets friends don't keep safe
Where did your friends all go? (Woo)
I can't solve your problems
You say your problems never needed solvin'
I was too good to you, should've stayed solid
Nice guys always finish off where they started
Déjà vu, you wanted things and you got 'em
Déjà vu, I wanted smoke and I got it
Déjà vu, déjà
Déjà
Alright, so unfortunately, I'm still here (ha ha ha)
But, you know, if you're here, it's still up
In the building
And you just wanna hear some chune, some music
I think, you know, you found the right spot
I'm outside in an AMG
Right outside, TT
You know, shout out my brother Drake, for you know (Too turned, baby girl, you know me)
Popping this off real quick
Drunk In Love (Remix) lyrics - Future
(originally by Beyoncé)
I've been drinking, I been drinking
I'm off that vodka ain't no tellin' what a wild nigga thinkin'
What he thinkin', yeah-yeah-yeah
Ain't no thoughts, baby, all I know is I won't judge you, no I-I-I
Baby, I won't judge you
Ain't no police around here, baby, I won't judge you
Wee-ow-wee wee-ow-wee
Drunk in love (Uh)
That's how ya feelin', that's how ya feelin'
And I'm decided 'bout your comfort level while I'm drillin', while I'm drillin'
Fuck them bands, girl, me and you going for a million and a billion
And I can't keep my fucking eyes off you
I won't sweat you, no-no
You tryin' creep but your boyfriend here, he won't let you
We woke up in the kitchen screaming, "How this shit happen to us?" Oh, baby
Drunk in love
One thing I remember's that beautiful body off inside one club
Drunk in love
Get-Get-Get the flame and I'll light it
You gon' get the pussy indicted
You done got me all excited
When a nigga get the pussy I bite it
You can call me the young Mike Tyson
Ay, I'm pouring that drink on top of you
Then I'ma sip it all off of you
Sip-sip-sippin' on some champagne
Fucking up the bitch brain
Changin' up your last name
Fuckin' in my gold chains (woo)
Got you higher than an airplane
You get that hoppin' on that dick, Soul Train
Mix the Spade and the syrup
If I do say so myself
I pour a cup of dirty Sprite and I drink it by myself
Pussy soaking like some ally water, did it on the steps
We done did it everywhere, ain't another place that's left
Honest
Fuck Up Some Commas (Remix) lyrics - Future (feat. Big Sean & Rick Ross)
[Future:]
Smoke the first 48 hours
Grind 22 and sleep 2 hours
Put 24s on the new Audi
White on white like baby powder
Drop ya bitch off at Fulton County
Might count it up and then re-count it
Double cups like Tunechi
Bust it down with these goonies, yeah
Give no fucks yeah, we don't give no fucks, yeah
Go fill my cup yeah, bitch go fill my cup, yeah
You heard that the slums made me, I'm cool with the Konvicts
The coupe look like Akon, fuck all that bum shit
Fuck up some commas, let's fuck up some commas yeah
Let's fuck up some commas, let's fuck up some commas yeah
Forty thou' to a hundred thou'
A hundred thou', another hundred thou'
Three hundred thou' to five hundred thousand
A million, let's have a money shower
[Rick Ross:]
She so high, her nose bleedin', my coke clean like chlorine
Got a white girl and she barefoot in my old-school, my floors clean
Maybach that's two-tone, phone tapped, got a few phones
Headphones on my futon, gangsta on my Groupon
I don't bop, I do the money dance, nah, I call it that Robert Kraft
Your whole clique look dead broke
My young bitch said "Roger that"
All my dogs got fox furs, teacher said I was a big dummy
Bitch better come suck my dick
These diamonds on me cost big money
Waitin' you to come jump my fence
I paid the bitch off of brick money
Dade County my body count, I whack a nigga on Easter Sunday
Smoke a blunt and might eat some pussy
Tell the truth, my mind gone
Piaget cost one ticket, you could never be in my timezone
[Future:]
Fuck up some commas, let's fuck up some commas yeah
Let's fuck up some commas, let's fuck up some commas yeah
Forty thou' to a hundred thou'
A hundred thou', another hundred thou'
Three hundred thou' to five hundred thousand
A million, let's have a money shower
[Big Sean:]
Boy, I came from the grind up
I never threw the towel in, even in saunas
D hat on me, bitch, it's just to remind you
I knew I was riched up before I had commas
Back when I used to pull up in that Honda, police was behind us
I would still wake up like I'm in the Bahamas
Fuck a money counter, boy
I count this shit up faster than E. Honda
Threw a party wit' Future, that's Futurama
Got a future baby mama lookin' like a young Madonna
Mixin' wit' Rihanna, boy, I couldn't tell you where to find her
But I treat her like I'm finer
Man, y'all fucked the game up, boy, I got to reset it
I was born in '88, but I been ready since '87
No unleaded, countin' up Aretha Franklins, you got to respect it
What the fuck these niggas want from me, nigga?
She call me 'cause she want some company
I'm more focused on my company
If they want me, tell 'em they're gon' have to come and hunt for me
Boy, I'm a beast, head over fireplace, nigga
I'm a product of my environment
I'm a bring her home, yeah
I'm a empire her to my empire, big as Empire, nigga
Runnin' through the city on some Young Caesar shit
Know I made a couple flips, on some "Pizza! Pizza!" shit
Yeah, just know I'm livin' single on some young Khadejah shit
And I'm checkin' for the commas on some English teacher shit
Little bitch
Give no fucks yeah, we don't give no fucks, yeah
Go fill my cup yeah, bitch go fill my cup, yeah
Give no fucks yeah, we don't give no fucks, yeah
Go fill my cup yeah, bitch go fill my cup, yeah
Forty thou' to a hundred thou'
A hundred thou', another hundred thou'
Three hundred thou', five hundred thou'
A million, let's have a money shower
Good On Love lyrics - Lil Double 0 & Future
(Trey sold with this shit)
(Uh, Addy up and I'm gassed up, went to Transformers, geeked up)
Don't never go to sleep, he just brainstorm (Stay up, we love you, Perc)
Geeked, yeah, lean (Uh)
Phew, phew (Walk up)
They say, "More money, more problems," but no, I ain't no stoppin' no business, I'm still havin' that motion (Still havin' that motion, yeah)
Uh, uh (Big Walk Down), uh, uh (Can't buy this fit)
Better pray to God 'cause it hit
I run it up, I'm good on love 'cause I'm on drugs
He move exotic pack, tell lil' bruh 'nem, "Go slime 'em out just because"
If you kill a street nigga, get a dime, if you kill a rap nigga, get a dub
I got rich off a beat and some rhyme, never gon' tell what I made, I was drugged
Red key, no Cardi B, he ain't pull no robbery, fuck nigga ain't hard as me (Go)
Every nigga 'round me cutthroat, you must ain't never seen red before (Go)
All my life grew up in the trap, watched my great-grandma sell dope
Nigga can't get with, so he gotta accept, shit, these Js still gon' roll
'Cause my family member turned zombie, nigga, watched my uncle get on that dope
Get too high get to trippin', one stick and I hop out switch, Double hit the whole clip when he blow
Never failed on a mission when it come to spinnin', every nigga regret it for speakin' on Pope
Smokin' on who? (Uh-huh) Just let nigga know (Uh-huh), smoke your crew, deliver the smoke (Uh-huh, okay, okay)
Yeah, who runnin' shit? Who done it? (Uh) 'Round with the killer, hang with the zombie
High as a star, my pocket be huntin', just like a rockstar on a mission, nigga
My cap bitch won't come through, these choppers'll hit, that's a deadman, don't even miss
Upgraded my Glocks, I'm switchin' 'em up, you bougie as hell, now you pickin' 'em up (Uh)
I run it up, I'm good on love 'cause I'm on drugs
He move exotic pack, tell lil' bruh 'nem, "Go slime 'em out just because"
If you kill a street nigga, get a dime, if you kill a rap nigga, get a dub
I got rich off a beat and some rhyme, never gon' tell what I made, I was drugged
Red key, no Cardi B, he ain't pull no robbery, fuck nigga ain't hard as me (Go)
Every nigga 'round me cutthroat, you must ain't never seen red before (Go)
All my life grew up in the trap, watched my great-grandma sell dope
Nigga can't get with, so he gotta accept, shit, these Js still gon' roll (Pluto)
I ran it up, I'm good on love 'cause I'm good on drugs
Posted up with Crips, post up with Bloods on a lil' bus
Kill a street nigga, get a Rolex, kill a rap nigga, get a Richard Mille and a buzz
Count all the racks to the murder, the driller, the killer, who wettin' shit up
I'm still cool in the hood with the hitters and leaders, who else? I can't have 'em chinchillas
I been movin' real swift for the substance, came out that mud that my diamonds invisible
I maneuver around the continent with some real ones that takin' shit digital
Comin' up where I'm from, it's a miracle
In the slums in a foreign vehicle
Changin' murder rate up like the climate
Different country, these bitches be flyin' in
Think I'm poison, be livin' and dyin'
With this neck at you talking diamonds
Send a blitz like a defensive lineman
In the trap with the demons and lion
You a real one, they'd kill you for lyin'
Kick a bitch out the Phantom for cryin'
I run it up, I'm good on love 'cause I'm on drugs
He move exotic pack, tell lil' bruh 'nem, "Go slime 'em out just because"
If you kill a street nigga, get a dime, if you kill a rap nigga, get a dub
I got rich off a beat and some rhyme, never gon' tell what I made, I was drugged
Red key, no Cardi B, he ain't pull no robbery, fuck nigga ain't hard as me (Go)
Every nigga 'round me cutthroat, you must ain't never seen red before (Go)
All my life grew up in the trap, watched my great-grandma sell dope
Nigga can't get with, so he gotta accept, shit, these Js still gon' roll
Guap On Me lyrics - Future
They hopin' we live young and die fast
They feel we take over the game
Feel we take over the game
I bought her Dior and poodles
I put the shrimp in the noodles
I gave you love like a guru
I seen the whale in the wave
We laugh at you niggas and fuck your bitches
We don't know how to behave
We been so viciously trained
I've seen the gift in the game and the curse
I watch that pussy get wet in a 'vert
We can flow through the hood like you drivin' a hearse
All this shit peaches and cream
I ride the B with the wings
Put a few of them Bs in the ring
You deserve to get treated like a queen
Don't let this shit go to your head
Don't let the dick go to your head
Sippin' purp, I don't fuck with the red
She want titties? I bought her some breasts
I pray it don't go to your head
I pray it don't go to your head
Can't forget about my bitch on the side
I tell Uber to give her a ride
Popped the cruiser, I'm back in the skies
Maneuver the streets with my guys
The money didn't come in disguise
They thought it all came overnight
I flood out my neck with some diamonds
I gotta thank God for this life
Too many malicious suspicious bitches
Got a hell of a vision, I need some Ritalin
Got that kush in my cataracts, ask my dentist
I got them golds and the permanent, yeah
Whole lotta guap on me, got a whole lotta guap on me
Don't hold your nuts on me, don't hold your nuts on me
Got a whole lotta guap on me, got a whole lotta guap on me
That bitch gon' fuck for free, that bitch gon' fuck for free
Whole lotta guap on me, got a whole lotta guap on me
Don't hold your nuts on me, don't hold your nuts on me
Got a whole lotta guap on me, got a whole lotta guap on me
That bitch gon' fuck for free, that bitch gon' fuck for free
She know the culture
She know I'm flier than a poster
She know I ride with the toaster
I have a work on my line with them boulders
I'm makin' my quota
I sip out the soda
I trip off the soda
I live for the dodie
Get worshipped like Moses
Heavenly sent from the crew are my niggas
I'm liftin' my niggas, I love the young niggas
Wrote on your sneakers young nigga
Servin' illegal my nigga
Duckin' them people my nigga
Smokin' my reefer my nigga
We get to grindin' and makin' these moves on these niggas
Nothin' to prove to these niggas
Just schoolin' these niggas, we tutor these niggas
Fuck on that bitch and her friend like there's two of me nigga
They thick and they bi, got me two on me nigga
The tool on me nigga
They suckin' me that mean they chewin' me nigga
I put them bezels in Jesus face
Got this yellow bitch look just like Lisa Ray
Hatin' on me and I go and fuck Lisa Ray
You niggas always wanna imitate
Take your bitches out on dinner dates
I get some head on the interstate, ay
Whole lotta guap on me, got a whole lotta guap on me
Don't hold your nuts on me, don't hold your nuts on me
Got a whole lotta guap on me, got a whole lotta guap on me
That bitch gon' fuck for free, that bitch gon' fuck for free
Whole lotta guap on me, got a whole lotta guap on me
Don't hold your nuts on me, don't hold your nuts on me
Got a whole lotta guap on me, got a whole lotta guap on me
That bitch gon' fuck for free, that bitch gon' fuck for free
Gucci Bucket Hat lyrics - Pap Chanel & Future (feat. Herion Young)
Freeband Gang
What's up, Chanel?
Young (Pretty and Paid, Sonny Digital)
FBG global (Project X, she had to put on a bucket right quick, yeah)
Astronaut
Yeah, Gucci bucket hat, Gucci bucket hat (Yeah), yeah
Gucci bucket hat, Gucci bucket hat (Yeah), yeah
Serving fentanyl, I ain't going back, yeah
Serving fentanyl, I ain't going back, yeah
Them bands up, they gon' pay someone to hurt you (Yeah)
Gettin' rich was my virtue (Was my virtue)
Maybach fish bowl, creep in it like a turtle (Creep)
Big stacks, won't fold, taller than a hurdle (Won't fold)
Gang unit lookin' for my young niggas servin' (Gang unit)
Gang unit lookin' for my young niggas murkin' (Slatt)
California, fast cars, going cowabunga (California)
Every mornin' go and shop, draping up designer (Draped up)
Got my legal credit card, but keep that dirty F&N (whoa)
Shoot a thou', bet a thou', hurry, drop the PIN (whoa)
Me and Herion dropped a seven on a ten (whoa)
Seven days out the week, come through, spin (What else?)
I'm gettin' legal money, still ride with dirty F&Ns
California, fast cars, going cowabunga (Yeah)
Gang unit lookin' for my young niggas murkin' (Yeah)
Gang unit lookin' for my young niggas servin' (Yeah)
Gucci bucket hat, Gucci bucket hat (Brr), yeah
Gucci bucket hat, Gucci bucket hat (Gucci), yeah
Gucci bucket hat, Gucci bucket hat (How you comin'?), yeah
Gucci bucket hat, Gucci bucket hat (Woo), yeah
Serving fentanyl, I ain't going back (I ain't going back), yeah
Serving fentanyl, I ain't going back (I ain't going back), yeah
Serving fentanyl, I ain't going back (I ain't going, ay), yeah
Gucci bucket hat, Gucci bucket hat (Brr, okay then), yeah
Double "G"s on my pocketbook, forgot which nigga bought it (Which nigga bought it?)
Always speak my mind, don't care who hear, don't get your problem
Don't count my eggs before they hatch, I cross my "T"s and dot my "I"s
Like them double "C"s and Prada bags and hella dollar signs, bitch
Gucci bucket hat, Gucci bucket hat
And I got the shoes to match, these bitches fuck for that
That's no cap, bitch
P-A-P, I like free bands with no strings attached
Don't be cashin' out on me if you gon' want your money back
'Cause I hate ballers that fiendin' like Felicia
These hoes don't want no beef, if they eat salad, it's a Caesar
These bitches problems in my eyes, I pick 'em with some tweezers
Now tell me who belong to the streets?
Like Romeo, they tryna master the P (Pap, bitch)
Yeah, Gucci bucket hat, Gucci bucket hat (Brr), yeah (Okay then)
Gucci bucket hat, Gucci bucket hat (Pap, bitch), yeah
Givenchy duffel bag, Givenchy duffel bag, yeah
Givenchy duffel bag, Givenchy duffel bag, yeah
Serving fentanyl, I ain't going back (I ain't going back), yeah
Serving fentanyl, I ain't going back (I ain't going back), yeah
Serving fentanyl, I ain't going back (I ain't going), yeah
Gucci bucket hat, Gucci bucket hat (Brr), yeah (Talk that shit, Young)
Gucci bucket hat with a cup of Act' (Cup of Act')
Pair of skinnies on and a couple racks (Freebandz)
Couple hitters with me with a couple gats (Murk)
Opps say we missed 'em, so we double back (Skrrt, skrrt, baow)
Look like Dapper Dan, just a dope boy from the '80s (Woo)
Ace Boogie at the cleaners, that was me until I made it (Young)
Whatever I want, they pay it, had they money right, I weigh it (I do)
The way I'm sellin' Molly Savage, you'd think Mike WiLL done made it (Ha)
Bitch, I'm paid in full, I feel like Mitch in that Benz (Skrrt)
You turn your head, fool, I have your bitch in that Benz (Demon)
Riding with that tool, sellin' dog food, don't need no friends (Nah)
Pluto and Seven in that foreign, feel like Bobo back again (Rest in peace)
Yeah, Gucci bucket hat, Gucci bucket hat (Brr), yeah
Gucci bucket hat, Gucci bucket hat, yeah
Givenchy duffel bag, Givenchy duffel bag, yeah
Givenchy duffel bag, Givenchy duffel bag, yeah
Serving fentanyl, I ain't going back (I ain't going back), yeah
Serving fentanyl, I ain't going back (I ain't going back), yeah
Serving fentanyl, I ain't going back (I ain't going), yeah
Gucci bucket hat, Gucci bucket hat (Brr), yeah
Hard For The Next lyrics - Moneybagg Yo & Future
I just bought a chick a Patek
I ain't love her, I just had to show her status
I just bought a bitch a Patek
Bought a bitch a Patek
I ain't love her, I just stepped up her status
Got her cookin' in the crib without no panties
I just jumped off the lear like a savage
I done turned another one up knowing I'm careless
I can't have love for these hoes who crabbin'
Saint Laurent my attire, made it a habit
I got more than one, I done made it a habit
And I wanna know if you gon' be there when I need you
You fuckin' with a gangsta this time
Less than fifty in her Birkin then she ain't one of mine (Nope)
Added brightness to your glow, they see the difference in your shine
Co-dependent, long as you got me you never in a bind Nate
Go ape shit 'bout you, primate
A drinker not a smoker but for me you hit that pound cake
They say I started something when I had gave you the Lam
And other shit they can't see 'cause everything ain't for the Gram
I put it down
Don't know who need to hear this, another nigga could never
Spoilin' her too easy, make it harder for the next one
I'd rather put her on game, than run it on her (Run it on her)
If you can put up with me, you a fuckin' soldier (Gangsta)
You one of them ones (The one)
It's the Maybach drive itself for me, I better not touch the wheel in this car
You one of them ones (One)
This the life when you loving a star, no cap I'm just
Makin' it harder for the next nigga to spoil you
Makin' it harder for the next nigga to trust you
Makin' it harder for the next nigga to love you
Makin' it harder for the next nigga to please you
Oh yeah
Get my attention, inspire me in a see-through
I need to be careful 'bout energy I feed you
I did it to her on a jet, it felt so lethal
I feed you racks, feed you racks like seafood
I know shorty admire me but I had to ghost her
Must have happened right after the time after I post her
I'm puttin' this world wide splash on something local
She had my attention from the first time I approached her
I put two tones on her wrist and on her choker
She a hottie, she a baddie, she a smoker
I been contemplatin' about it, buyin' a roadster, tryna get to know her
Makin' it harder for the next nigga to spoil you
Makin' it harder for the next nigga to trust you
Makin' it harder for the next nigga to love you
Makin' it harder for the next nigga to please you
Bought a bitch a Patek
I ain't love her, I just stepped up her status
Got her cookin' in the crib without no panties
I just jumped off the lear like a savage
I done turned another one up, knowing I'm careless
I can't have love for these hoes who crabbin'
Saint Laurent my attire, made it a habit
I got more than one, I done made it a habit
And I wanna know, if you gon' be there when I need you (You another one)
(You another one)
Hard To Handle lyrics - Young Scooter & Future
You in gang territory, police wearin' green suits
Top model on the magazine, they just want powder they can toot
I'm out the trenches, bitches know I get flyer than a parachute
Fuck that bitch, I hit her bottom and top for a pair of shoes
I'm affiliated with them ones that's gon' bring hell through
Pour a 4 in a 16, I'm a real nigga, stand up
I throw on seven tennis bracelets just to go gamble
I'm a real street nigga, therefore I'm hard to handle
A mill 'cash in all twenties, shit look real sloppy
Introduce the world to juggin', let these rappers copy
All this ice all over my body, never play hockey
While the weed growin', I'm chillin' in the mountains, hikin'
I'm always ballin' in New York but never been to Dyckman
Twenty racks for when I stand, I don't need a bitch to like me
All I want is money, nothing else excite me
I get checks, no Nike, but I got plug prices
The streets hot, they spinnin' shit like a ceiling fan
If you get caught up, don't you tell to get up out the jam
Zone 1 and 6 in Atlanta, shit like Gangland
Everybody goin' crazy for the Freebandz
You in gang territory, police wearin' green suits
Top model on the magazine, they just want powder they can toot
I'm out the trenches, bitches know I get flyer than a parachute
Fuck that bitch, I hit her bottom and top for a pair of shoes
I'm affiliated with them ones that's gon' bring hell through
Pour a 4 in a 16, I'm a real nigga, stand up
I throw on seven tennis bracelets just to go gamble
I'm a real street nigga, therefore I'm hard to handle
Told my bitch to leave me 'lone, go home and count up some racks
I'm a certified street nigga, can't have me lookin' whack
When I come through I'm on two pills, slam that shit from the back
I got straight hair around my finger, hit her good then give her a check
I'm a rude nigga, I get screwed up and might buy a bitch a Ghost
I got two Glocks and the Drac on me at all times, I tote
Told her drive that double R, told her how to whip it like a boat
Got some shit from out of Paris, hittin' a whippet, doin' coke
Kickin' down a nigga door and then I took off out of sight
It's so hard for Pluto to love you, I been around prostitutes all my life
I was six years old, stand outdoors, seen a nigga nose get wiped
Grew up in that 6, a nigga get your bitch then fuck your wife
I been rock so many diamonds, think VVS's in my vein
I got bitches that can't post me so I throw 'em a lil' chain
She a real one. she gon' go all out about me like my gang
Got a new bust down foreign and I don't even claim her
You in gang territory, police wearin' green suits
Top model on the magazine, they just want powder they can toot
I'm out the trenches, bitches know I get flyer than a parachute
Fuck that bitch, I hit her bottom and top for a pair of shoes
I'm affiliated with them ones that's gon' bring hell through
Pour a 4 in a 16, I'm a real nigga, stand up
I throw on seven tennis bracelets just to go gamble
I'm a real street nigga, therefore I'm hard to handle
I'm a real street nigga, therefore I'm hard to handle
I'm a real street nigga, therefore I'm hard to handle
Havin It lyrics - Future (with Maceo)
[Maceo (Future):]
Yeah, hey
(We really havin' paper)
Lil Mexico shit nigga
(I'm talkin' bout we havin' real bands in this shit, you dig?)
[Future:]
Yeah-yeah, we havin' it, we havin' it, we havin' it
We havin' it yeah, we havin' it yeah
I got a check and I'm havin' it
I got a check and I'm havin' it
I got the gas and I'm havin' it
I got the gas and I'm havin' it
You drank and havin' no check
You basically havin' no check
And now we gon' aim at your flesh
And niggas gon' aim at your chest
We studied how to sell us some crack and then we had learn to finesse
Lil Mexico playin' with bails, Lil Mexico playin' with bricks
Fuck all that social media, I leave it up to the kids
We go to lunch at Cheetah then we go back to the six
I know the tricks of the trade, I wanna hit me a lick
Lionel Richie to a bad bitch
50,000 on a bad bitch
Keep a .5 in a mattress
Fuck that bitch, she a savage
Gold digger, she a savage
I'ma pass her to the savage
Tom Fords on every day
Upper Echelon every day
Get the funds on every day
I cash out, no layaway
Real one, no fame daddy
We gon' get into all the fame daddy
Patek Phillipe in the plane daddy
Got the gang-gang in the plane daddy
Styrofoams and some red bottoms
50,000, the feds got it
Real diamonds, yeah, real diamonds
Pop a seal, hope you feel better
Chanel 6, I sign on
Fully loaded, that Scion
I grinded up, you just payin' off
I'm blowing money like the fan on
I swear that this voucher could dance on you
Murder squad, I stand on you
No facade, I stand on you
I swear to God I stand on you
Yeah-yeah, we havin' it, we havin' it, we havin' it
We havin' it yeah, we havin' it yeah
I got a check and I'm havin' it
I got a check and I'm havin' it
I got the gas and I'm havin' it
I got the gas and I'm havin' it
You drank and havin' no check
You basically havin' no check
And now we gon' aim at your flesh
And niggas gon' aim at your chest
We studied how to sell us some crack and then we had learn to finesse
Lil Mexico playin' with bails, Lil Mexico playin' with bricks
[Maceo:]
You can tell I'm havin' bitch, I ain't gotta manage it
All of my diamonds be here, you can tell by the clarity
We rockin' red diamonds, you rockin' the rhinestones
Act' in my Styrofoam, I'm gettin' my grind on
These niggas just hate that I'm gettin' it
Well fuck it, I sold out the citadel
Some of these gas bags and the trash bags
Got you wonderin' where the stash at
We robbin' [?] no handgun
I'ma put on for my day one
Real come get, no Akon
Pink grass look like Barry Bonds
You think I ain't back with a check?
You think I ain't got no finesse?
You think my niggas ain't killers?
You think that my niggas won't aim at your head?
Drop a check on you, you a plate now
Right price, you get ate now
Whole city know I'm havin' it
Bands in and I'm taxin' it
[Future:]
Yeah-yeah, we havin' it, we havin' it, we havin' it
We havin' it yeah, we havin' it yeah
I got a check and I'm havin' it
I got a check and I'm havin' it
I got the gas and I'm havin' it
I got the gas and I'm havin' it
You drank and havin' no check
You basically havin' no check
And now we gon' aim at your flesh
And niggas gon' aim at your chest
We studied how to sell us some crack and then we had learn to finesse
Lil Mexico playin' with bails, Lil Mexico playin' with bricks
Chanel 6, I sign on
Fully loaded, that Scion
I grinded up, you just payin' off
I'm blowing money like the fan on
I swear that this voucher could dance on you
Murder squad, I stand on you
No facade, I stand on you
I swear to God I stand on you
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