Future - Karate Chop Gmix lyrics

[Intro] You know, This just some real n***a sh**, a real n***a story You know what I'm saying? [Hook] Slang a bunch of narcotics Pull up in the new 'rarri Living like John Gotti Chopping bricks like karate Drink a bunch of codeine Serving to the dope fiends Blowing money, stay clean Michael Jackson, Billy Jean [Verse 1: Syko Solja] I had a b**h hit my phone say she rolling up some weed Another on the way that say she pouring up some lean I hope they come together like a muh' f**ing seem Said I hope they cum together like they f**ing in a scene Ima muh' f**ing G, you n***as never thought about it You tryna' be like me? You n***as just some carbon copies You say you in the streets? Word mane, with your heart? You wouldn't touch a key, if your first name was Mozart Yeah, so p**y n***a stop lying The only time you on a site is p**y n***a dot com You p**y n***as not sly, so stop with all that hate sport Or the next time I'm with Wayne bored, I'll knock you out with his skateboard, hanh! [Hook] [Verse 2: Future] Whipping up a cake, just to go and snatch a spider Young n***a play with keys, like a type writer Al Capone, John Gotti was a n***a idol I was never snitching, I can put it on the Bible In a 4 door beamer, driving with a rifle n***a where you at, n***a we go pull up on ya Young b**h looking like Janet in the 80's We was grinding up from a tube and a baby Got the girl dripping wet like a jerry curl Got a styrofoam cup and its full of syrup Send it over from New Mexico & Let me Work I can get 36 for a clean shirt [Hook] [Verse 3: Lil Wayne] Pop a lot of pain pills 'Bout to put rims on my skateboard wheels Yeah, beat that p**y up like Emmett Till Yeah 2 cellphones ringing at the same time That's your ho, call her from 2 different phones Tell that b**h we need to f** alone See you f** her wrong, & I f** her long I got a love/hate relationship with Molly I rather pop a ollie, & my dick is a Trolley Boy I bury you like Halle, & these hoes say I'm blind Cause I don't see nothing wrong with a little bump & grind & I just received a package, them other n***as taxing Man my pockets so fat, I'm starting to feel contractions And my cousin went to jail for some chickens & he already home man that n***a must be snitching Cut him off like Karate [Hook]