BIG30 - Whatever Come With It lyrics

[Intro: Future & BIG30] Future Hendrix, 30 Whatever come with it Oh, yeah, oh, yeah Blrrrd, blrrrd, blrrrd (Big Blrrrd) [Verse 1: BIG30] When gangster sh*t pop out, most of you ni**as don't get into that Can't post on my block, meal rinse, how that where they sendin' at? (They killin' it) Catch me by myself, skinny jeans, forty racks, a fitted hat And we gon' come through first, me and my ni**as don't do spinnin' back (At all) Ain't no understandin' that not all of them kills they overstood Slidin' down, one deep, stand over him like a hoverboard These rappers be lame and they ain't street, talkin' 'bout they close to hood WO8, whacked on the ride, you know we overdo it (It's murder) Blrrrd, talkin' 'bout a no-show in the city (Where?) I'm tryna kill a ni**a, so they gotta give me fifty (On God) Just got off the phone with Shiest', he told me, "They tryna get me" (Real Shiest') And the feds don't know nothin', he said, "Them folks handin' out digits" Damn, them folks really tryna get me I gotta move strategic, can't get knocked up off my pimpin' Know until my heart stop, BIG30 gon' handle business Put this sh*t up on my back, takin' whatever that come with it [Verse 2: Future] That gangster sh*t pop off, don't get into that We not the ones runnin' to the Internet Whatever come with it, whatever come with it You ain't sellin' dope or slimin' sh*t out, you ain't my twin Hate it gotta be like this, that's just how I see it Came up real treacherous, heart on freeze Run off with my liberty, rollin' with my demons Seen a lot of hurt, get high and pray to the dead Richer than Mustafa, but I made it out the jungle (Yeah) Go against, it get you lined up, in the gutter in designer (Yeah) For my brothers, I'll take a gamble, put your friends out on camera (Pluto) Tote a fully auto, everywhere I'm drippin' up the park Had exotic b*tches by the dozen, can't never miss a loss She don't talk more than two languages, she not the one (Not) Real diamonds on me, you can see it hittin' from afar I was street wrappin' up bales, now I rap sellin' out the shows It's hard to relate to ni**as who never killed nothin' before (Show) Takin' this pain with me everywhere I go around the globe Sixteen zips on me, got my cup in this load Whatever came with the blood on the money (Came with the blood) fu*k all this fame, ni**as see it any morning (fu*k all this fame) Have to keep that flame if a ni**a try to harm me (Hoo) Get the location on your opps, throw them a party