[Intro]
Yea
You know what it is man
Future
Chop chop chop chop chop
[Hook: Future]
Slang a bunch of narcotics
Pull up in that new Rari
Livin like John Gotti
Chopping bricks like karate
Drink a bunch of codeine
Serving to the dope fiends
Blowing money, stay clean
Michael Jackson, Billie Jean
[Verse 1: Jeremih]
Carry a bottle and I'm on my coup
Hey girl just leave yo man
You know he's fool fool
He got cuckoo problems
I got boo cuckoo
Just mocking for Giato
That's them loose do do
All you know so soon
I just hear soon soon
Trash she just been that on
I go blue for two
Naaaa, this not in rotation
Blue jean pin that's my elevation
Ass so low
Trying to my Asians
Hop up on a plane with no destination
Shorty got that brain
They say what's so cool
Running all these trains
All we do so soon
[Hook: Future]
Slang a bunch of narcotics
Pull up in that new Rari
Livin like John Gotti
Chopping bricks like karate
Drink a bunch of codeine
Serving to the dope fiends
Blowing money, stay clean
Michael Jackson, Billie Jean
[Verse 2: JG Trigga]
Fruity Loops Jeans
Lil Weezy rapping king
Rest in bed lemme sleep
So holla me...
b**hes drinking lotta, see?
Crazy a** working dolla
Over get it mean...
A$AP Ferg, Rocky team
Summer Jam team
Iggy gonna be the queen...
Cali-fornia Ima be
Spitting my rapping, kid
So lemme be
Demin jeans tight hard
Rip it let it free
Girl you look so fine drop that
Ass over me...
Drop it in Ducati
Rolling Roll Royce and red Fer-rari
(Hook)
Slang a bunch of narcotics
Pull up in that new Rari
Livin like John Gotti
Chopping bricks like karate
Drink a bunch of codeine
Serving to the dope fiends
Blowing money, stay clean
Michael Jackson, Billie Jean
[Verse 3: Wiz Khalifa]
Bandana on the K, that's a karate chop
Hit him one time, he'll lose a body part
Takin shots of gin, smoking til my lungs are dark
I'm a Taylor Gang n***a, I ain't got a heart
For that new car dark, I just got a plot
I'm a f**in rap star, I ain't got a boss
911 skirtin', see me ridin' in the shirtless
It's curtains, you worthless
You hurtin', for certain
Rollin' up a pound of kush, karate choppin' trees
True sleeve, Jet Li, I got the best weed
I was only 14 when I started rappin'
Features down in Mozaic when they started clappin'
I'm from
Where they
Yea, my n***a Future
This beat is so so rich
[Hook: Future]
Slang a bunch of narcotics
Pull up in that new Rari
Livin like John Gotti
Chopping bricks like karate
Drink a bunch of codeine
Serving to the dope fiends
Blowing money, stay clean
Michael Jackson, Billie Jean