Future Hndrxx Presents : The WiZRD + Lyrics

The WiZRD  Album by Future Lyrics

Future Hndrxx Presents : The WiZRD

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Never Stop Lyrics

[Intro]

I will never stop, never stop

Keep goin’, keep goin’

Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah

[Verse]

I make Yeezy Boost moves in my Reeboks

It ain’t gon’ never stop

Tryna run a billion up until my ankle pop, yeah

You’ll get rich and have problems that you never thought

It bring tears knowin’ we came up out the sandbox

(Bringin’ tears to my eyes)

Made it out the trenches, it got harder for my niggas

I just wanna see my dawgs ball, seven figures

I done got rich and it cursed me

Ever since I got successful, they envy

Tryna shake the devil, on promethazine

Tryna show you love but you don’t feel me

Gave up on me so you turned your back

I can see the demons ’cause a nigga been blessed

I can tell you worried, but a nigga been in debt

I can’t get caught up inside the matter

I should’ve did better, but it’s chatter

I ran up my money off the gravel

Love is just a word, it don’t matter to me

I got so rich, nothing matters to me

I’m livin’ my second life, it’s so amazin’

I done been hit with a bullet, it wouldn’t graze me

I done been considered a fake, it don’t faze me

I done came up out the ghetto, my crib gated

Same niggas played with the devil, these niggas hatin’

All these bitches fuck with no rubbers, this shit brazy

Icy-ed out the Hublot, these niggas lookin’ fugazi (Yeah)

Money stack tall past the ceilin’, I can’t be jaded

I done came from sleepin’ on floors, you can’t persuade me (Yeah)

I been takin’ other niggas’ hoes, it’s gettin’ outrageous (True story)

Rich nigga gettin’ caught with a bitch worth minimum wages (Pluto)

Fuckin’ with my ego, but I never lost a lady (Facts)

Fucked a pop star after I got my dreads braided

Never dropped her name but her head game contagious (No cap)

20 percent of my dames, I shipped ’em right out to Vegas (Gone)

You can feel the pain when I’m rappin’ ’cause I’m ragin’ (Wizard)

You can see my past and where I was on they faces (Weak)

I done flipped the truck over and crashed, ducked the agents (Facts)

I been with these blue hundreds like a nigga racist (Freebandz)

I been gettin’ richer each year, feel like I’m racin’ (Uh)

Tried to tell you the formula but you wouldn’t take it

Hard work and perseverance, they ain’t related

Poppin’ up on Forbes is fuckin’ up my relations (Fuckin’ up my family)

Ten milli’ plus on a crib and it’s vacant

I can see it vividly at the crib, Rico basement

Watch him get the mula, I was sittin’ back bein’ patient (I was bein’ patient)

I was sittin’ back, programmin’ my brain, I was in trainin’ (Yeah)

I be in my coupe, Maybach and nothin’ ain’t have to trade it (Skrrt skrrt)

Thinkin’ ’bout when I was posted up when they raided (Swear I was)

Now I Double R and Ghost it up, I feel spacious (Woo)

I don’t feel the safest, but I feel gracious (Yeah)

I thank God every day, I don’t feel basic

Probably lose my sanity if I ain’t have my babies (Sheesh)

Probably be gamblin’ with my life if I ain’t made it

Home invasions, and you ain’t have to persuade me (Nah)

Cut it with a razor and serve it ’til your day

Came from whippin’ out the bowl, Tom Ford suit and tie (Yeah)

Get my grandma to serve my dope, that ain’t a lie (On God)

You can tell I’ve been broke when you look into my eyes (Future)

Nobody done noticed ’til the jet was in the sky

[Outro]

Bringin’ tears to my eyes, oh yeah

Nobody done noticed ’til the jet was in the sky

Bringin’ tears to my eyes, keep goin’

Gotta tell The WIZRD, it’s a story like a book

Tears in my eyes, I can’t forget where I came from

I lost a lot but it’s alright

It can’t be worse, might lost my main homie to the streets

You should’ve never give up on me without hearin’ my side of the story

(The WIZRD)

I can’t forget where I came from
Freebandz

Bringin’ tears to my eyes


Jumping On a Jet Lyrics

[Intro]

Yeah, ho (Jumpin’ on and off the jet)

Yeah, ho (Jumpin’ on and off the jet)

Yeah, ho (Jumpin’ on and off the jet)

Yeah, ho (Jumpin’ on and off the jet)

Yeah, ho (Jumpin’ on and off the jet)

Yeah, ho (Jumpin’ on and off the jet)

Yeah, ho (Jumpin’ on and off the jet)

Yeah, ho (Jumpin’ on and off the jet)

[Verse 1]

We say it’s up, then it’s up

Perfect timin’, dropped a diamond in my cup

Solitaires on my ankles, I’m weighed up

See, you trollin’ and that shit not weighin’ up

Lambo truck, and I’m flexin’, princess cut

On the G4, Fendi my clothes, travel the globe

Put the carats in my nose

Never did fold

And I won’t sell my soul, platinum rose gold

Philippe my hoes

Tricking it o-o-off

Fuckin’ on a star-ar-ar-ar

Might get you a car-ar-ar-ar

I was standin’ on the bar-ar-ar-ar

It was me and my squa-ad-ad-ad

We was drippin’ in a-a-agua

[Pre-Chorus]

Ordered the 14 passenger

Flyest nigga in America

Fresher than a mannequin

VVS’ got my hoes sprung

[Chorus]

Jumpin’ on and off the jet

Jumpin’ on and off the jet

Jumpin’ on and off the jet

Jumpin’ on and off the jet

Jumpin’ on and off the jet

Jumpin’ on and off the jet

Jumpin’ on and off the jet

Jumpin’ on and off—

[Verse 2]

Say it’s war

We gon’ down him and fuck his ho

I’m on a bar, puttin’ these marbles in my doors

No, I can’t change, I got a short bus, on my ring

I’m on flames, me and my ho, hood gangbang

I’m a superstar, but I already got my stains

I was in the back seat, but I was switchin’ lanes

TV the headrest, pull up at the Clearport

I stay dead fresh, foreign my transport

[Pre-Chorus]

Ordered the 14 passenger

Flyest nigga in America

Fresher than a mannequin

VVS’ got my hoes sprung (Yeah, ho)

[Chorus]

Jumpin’ on and off the jet

Jumpin’ on and off the jet

Jumpin’ on and off the jet

Jumpin’ on and off the jet

Jumpin’ on and off the jet

Jumpin’ on and off the jet

Jumpin’ on and off the jet


Rocket Ship Lyrics

[Intro]

Drankin’ lean, totin’ extendos

Phantom long like a limo

I’ve been poppin’ since my demos

I’ve been poppin’ since my demos, bitch

[Chorus]

I’ve been poppin’ since my demos, bitch, yeah

Bust the bales down in the kitchen, bitch, yeah

Cookin’ coke up, water whip that shit, yeah

Pull the boat up, we want all the bricks, yeah

Call your ho up, she take all the dick, yeah

I took four, I feel like a rocket ship, yeah

Ice on both arms, got me in galaxy, yeah

Louis V throw-on, got me arrogant, yeah

[Verse]

We had them chickens filled up in the Dually, I’m tellin’ you, you can ask Chuck if he call

I had the pounds, the pills, whatever you wanted, we puttin’ a cut on the dog

I went to space and ain’t ever gon’ come back to Earth, they gonna throw a lil’ salt

You chargin’ 4K for Actavis, dawg, it’s good, you need to bring it all

Police done stopped comin’ through Lil Mexico ’cause we made the laws

Soon as I got my first check I was crooked, so I had paid ’em off

Soon as they get word a nigga snitchin’, they gotta knock him off

Soon as we get them birds, we go tweakin’, then we go ship ’em off

[Chorus]

I’ve been poppin’ since my demos, bitch, yeah

Bust the bales down in the kitchen, bitch, yeah

Cookin’ coke up, water whip that shit, yeah

Pull the boat up, we want all the bricks, yeah

Call your ho up, she take all the dick, yeah

I took four, I feel like a rocket ship, yeah

Ice on both arms, got me in galaxy, yeah

Louis V throw-on, got me arrogant, yeah

[Outro]

We had them chickens filled up in the Dually, I’m tellin’ you, you can ask Chuck if he call

I-I-I had the pounds, the pills, whatever you wanted, we puttin’ a cut on the dog

I’ve been poppin’ since my demos, bitch, yeah


Temptation Lyrics

 

[Intro: Future & Lil Juice]

Freebandz

Yeah, I’m the richest nigga out my city if you ain’t know

These hoes can hop on Spirit Airlines about it

(Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up)

I made it finessin’, I turned into somethin’ from nothin’, yeah

Made it through poverty, I’m the minority, you know my story

Hop on the jet off my property, I fly away

Fly, fly, fly away, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Chorus]

Copped me a presi’, yeah, yeah

Straight out the trenches, yeah, yeah

My niggas came with me, yeah, yeah

The riches, the riches, the riches, yeah

Rich nigga out of Zone 6, yeah

All of these hoes came with it, yeah

Audemars Piguets came with it, yeah, yeah, yeah

 

[Post-Chorus]

I was tryna fight temptation, yeah

Top gone, it’s on vacation, yeah

I’m not tryin’ to hurt nobody

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Verse 1]

Count up the hundreds, I promise some patience

Give you some game, that’s slow motivation

We need the gas straight in the basement

Switch up the swag, switch up the bag

Niggas, they jockin’ my swag ’cause it’s fashion

I do it bigger than niggas imagine

Heard that bitch makin’ up rumors

She gave more head than a tumor

And I got facts, I can prove it, yeah, yeah, yeah

I got real rich and ain’t get no diploma

She think it’s somethin’ got to do with my mama

Well I can’t love her, like she need me

That’s what you get when you thinkin’ of marriage

Now I wake up and I fuck on a bad bitch

Drugs got me savage

[Bridge]

It’s so hard, it’s so hard, these Perkys keep me sad

All my dawgs, all my dawgs, found ’em locked up in the cage

We gettin’ paid, we so paid, move them bricks, then move on

Switch them bags, switch them bags, then move on, then move on

[Chorus]

Copped me a presi’, yeah, yeah

Straight out the trenches, yeah, yeah

My niggas came with me, yeah, yeah

The riches, the riches, the riches, yeah

Rich nigga out of Zone 6, yeah

All of these hoes came with it, yeah

Audemars Piguets came with it, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Post-Chorus]

I was tryna fight temptation, yeah

Top gone, it’s on vacation, yeah

I’m not tryin’ to hurt nobody

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Verse 2]

Car full of bullets, ain’t findin’ no shooter

That’s what you get when you niggas delusional

I remember when they thought I was average

Now I wake up and I fuck on a bad bitch

[Outro]

I tried to fight temptations, yeah

Riches on riches on riches on riches on riches…

And I can’t lie, you… you sure had the first bust down Richard

Mille I had seen in that form

(Ayy what it do, ayy what it do)

The first one

(Ayy, what it do)


Crushed Up Lyrics

 

[Intro]

Plain jane, Jackie Chan, Richard Mille

You gon’ be the one bust it down, I can see it

[Chorus]

Diamonds in the face crushed up, I can see it (Wheezy outta here)

Diamonds in the face crushed up, I can see it

Diamonds in the face crushed up, I can see it

Diamonds in the face crushed up, I can see it

Diamonds in the face, di-diamonds in the face

[Verse 1]

Half a ticket for my wrist, spill so big

I put five pointers in the face, you can see it

I just put my whole damn arm in the fridge

Ten chains on, Lucky Charms, I’m the shit

Ten, ten different exotic cars how we slid

Meet me in Chanel in the back, we goin’ big

I been gettin’ NBA money, Jason Kidd

I just charged a whole damn M for a gig

And I got that Nitro for a pig

I’ma make it spark when you see it

You can call the narcs, I ain’t quittin’

Diamonds in the face crushed up, you can see it

[Chorus]

Diamonds in the face crushed up, I can see it

Diamonds in the face crushed up, I can see it

Diamonds in the face crushed up, I can see it

Diamonds in the face crushed up, I can see it

Diamonds in the face, di-diamonds in the face

[Verse 2]

Bust down my Swiss watch, I’m throwed off

I just joined the big league, Lonzo

Tell me what that lick read, one call

Pink diamonds poppin’ out, cotton ball

Bodies get to droppin’ nigga, bonjour

I got some’ to say to the pigs, yeah

I just got an M for a gig, yeah

I just blowed an M on my kids, yeah

Foreigns in the driveway, you can see it, yeah

Meet me in Hublot we goin’ big, yeah

A plain jane, get it remixed, yeah

Diamonds in the face crushed up, you can see it

[Chorus]

Diamonds in the face crushed up, I can see it

Diamonds in the face crushed up, I can see it

Diamonds in the face crushed up, I can see it

Diamonds in the face crushed up, I can see it

Diamonds in the face, di-diamonds in the face

[Outro]

Diamonds

Crushed up, diamonds in the face

Diamonds in the-

Up, I can see it

Crushed up, diamonds crushed up

Diamonds in the face crushed up, you can see it

Crushed up

Diamonds (And I got that Nitro for a pig

I’ma make it spark when you see it)

Diamonds (You can call the narcs, I ain’t quittin’)


F&N Lyrics

 

[Part I] [Intro]

808 Mafia

Fuck around, parked the ‘Vette and didn’t even get back in it

ATL Jacob, ATL Jacob

[Verse]

Redbone bitch, yeah, like Hi-Tech, yeah

How do I dress? Yeah, like my flesh, yeah

Soon as I roll up, put my doors up

Go’n head, pour up, roll a few O’s up, let’s go

Four by four, that tall shit, let’s go

I jumped in the spot on a tall bitch, let’s go

I told ’em to get out and bag that, let’s go

I’m Frank Lucas and Mad Max, let’s go

I’m high from yesterday

Put ’em on bean, yeah, put ’em on all the schemes, yeah

Put ’em on lean, yeah, they whippin’ them new machines, yeah

By any means, yeah, we gotta clear out the scene, yeah

I just took an AK to a dinner date

I just put some VVs in a Richard face

And the presidential is a day-date

Hit ’em with that chopper first, Ray J

I’m a well known nuisance and my bitch bad

Pop one Perc’, then you lean like kickstand

Skeleton AP, that’s a wristband

All these niggas shaky, might as well dance

I don’t trust him, we gon’ dust him, that’s some Taliban

Big foreign truck, it’s lift up like an avalanche

I’ll teach you how to finesse for some big bands

I got so many white bitches, Ku Klux Klan

I come with the pharmacy, come with the yopper, no harmin’ me,

no, no

Put a lil’ hit on your head, they comin’ to get you, they slicin’ your throat

Put a lil’ bitch in the bed, we goin’ digital, wipin’ her nose

M.O.H., money over hoes

I got that H in front of the lil’ boat

Got dog food and it’s for the low

I’m with thoroughbred standin’ at the store

In expensive threads, head to the floor

I know they talkin’ shit ’cause they some hoes

You know them FN bullets go through doors

[Part II] [Chorus]

F&N (F&N), F&N (F&N)
F&-F&-F&-F&—
F&-F&N (F&N)
F&N (F&N), F&N (F&N)
F&N (F&N)

[Verse]

Homocide for the brodie

You beat a body, get a Rollie

We don’t entertain no police

I’m certified with my dodie

They would catch hell ’bout woadie

Got a bigger scale for the dodie

I done met friends in Dolce

We done met and chopped it up on some cool shit, uh

Only time my slime talk murder’s on the cruise ships, uh

Got that cutter and it’s longer than a pool stick, uh

Straight face, no dates, I’m a heavyweight

I ain’t even gotta tell my dawgs to keep one in the chamber

Ready to take it off your shoulder, frustration and anger

Yeah, they get it, don’t approach us, fuck bein’ famous

Long as I got my…

Let’s go

[Chorus]

F&N (F&N), F&N (F&N)

These bullets, they be goin’ through doors

Drop low, get down on the floor

Young nigga, they gon’ ‘head and wipe your nose

F&N (F&N), F&N (F&N)
F&N (F&N), F&N (F&N)
F&N (F&), F&N (F&N)
F&N (F&), F&N (F&N)


Call The Coroner Lyrics

 

[Intro]

He always has been the largest drug kingpin, you know, out there
(Say fuck the drug test, gon’ pass my gas mask)

I think he’s responsible for, for hundreds of quantities of drugs moving it into the United States

(Flat screen, I back back, I see my racks stacked)

[Chorus]

I wanna live like a drug lord, but I wanna be glorious

Sometimes I feel like a kingpin, I’m so victorious

I got a white and a black girl, they look like an Oreo

I come through poppin’ it off, call the coroner

You see these chains on my neck, look like Mardi Gras

I’m throwin’ the cash in the air like a volleyball

Pink shirt on me just to match my diamonds

NASCAR Lamborghini when I’m drivin’

Big dawg but I feel just like a giant

Withdrawals, pass my cup, I think I’m dyin’

[Verse]

Say fuck the drug test, go’n pass my gas mask

Flat screen, I back back, I see my racks stacked

Super like Goldie Mack, ho caught an asthma attack

Hoes gettin’ their toes tagged, kill ’em dead at Hermes

Turn up on purpose, I have her nervous

I don’t have no stylist, make my own purchase

Low top my Gucci, I was wrapped in turban

Knew she was a hoochie, I had to murk it

Now I got power, I feel like Curtis

I gave her Pucci, I felt like she was worth it

[Chorus]

I wanna live like a drug lord, but I wanna be glorious

Sometimes I feel like a kingpin, I’m so victorious

I got a white and a black girl, they look like an Oreo

I come through poppin’ it off, call the coroner

You see these chains on my neck, look like Mardi Gras

I’m throwin’ the cash in the air like a volleyball

Pink shirt on me just to match my diamonds

NASCAR Lamborghini when I’m drivin’

[Outro]

Say fuck the drug test, gon’ pass my gas mask

Flat screen, I back back, I see my racks stacked

Say fuck the drug test, gon’ pass my gas mask

Flat screen, I back back, I see my racks stacked

The WIZRD


Talk Shit Like a Preacher Lyrics

 

[Intro]

I’m lovin’ it
Yeah

Tell you some shit, I’ma tell you some shit
Yeah

(Check this out, check this out right here, okay, okay)
Word

ATL Jacob, ATL Jacob

 

[Chorus]

I designered my sneakers, yeah

I done fucked my teacher

Talk shit like a preacher (Talk)

On the corner with a beeper (On the corner with a beeper)

Never sat in the bleachers (I never did)

Ball harder than a player in the game

So fresh it’s so illegal (Fresh)

I’m in trap hall of fame (Woo, woo)

Cartier my eyes (Cartier my eyes)

Trap ’til the sunrise (Trap)

Wanna hit it on flight (Hittin’ it)

Tryna get me a vibe (Get me a vibe)

Put your head on my pipe (Head on my pipe)

Make the card go swipe (Card go swipe)

Made the car go skrrt (Skrrt)

Got light blue lights (Light blue lights)

[Verse]

I wrapped in saran (I wrapped in saran)

I fucked it, I’m payin’ (Fucked it, I’m payin’)

We go to Japan (We go to Japan)

We shop when we land (We shop when we land)

And I got a 4-4

Strapped up, goin’ loco (Cuckoo)

Makin’ over the Richard Mille

Gettin’ fresh like photo (GoPro)

Uh, I am the original bop (Uh)

I spill it up, they gon’ mop (Uh)

Pink diamonds like a crack rock (Uh huh)

Exotic bitch on my Black Card (Huh)

Ching ching, she done hit the jackpot (Woo)

Please, please, make sure you keep that MAC cocked (Huh)

Lowkey, Richie Rich, don’t tick tock (Huh)

Hot, hot, hotter than a matchbox (Huh)

King Pluto came off the back block

[Chorus]

I designered my sneakers (Huh)

I done fucked my teacher (Huh)

Talk shit like a preacher (Huh)

On the corner with a beeper (Huh)

Never sat in the bleachers (Huh)

Ball harder than a player in the game (Huh)

So fresh it’s so illegal (Fresh)

I’m in trap hall of fame (Trap)

Cartier my eyes (Swoop)

Trap ’til the sunrise (Swoop)

Wanna hit it on flight (Swoop)

Tryna get me a vibe (Get me a vibe)

Put your head on my pipe (Head on my pipe)

Make the card go swipe (Card go swipe)

Got light blue lights (Car go uh)

Made the car go skrrt (Light blue)

[Outro]

Pink diamonds like a crack rock (Uh huh)

Exotic bitch on my Black Card (Huh, huh)

Ching, she done hit the jackpot (Woo)

Please, please, make sure you keep that MAC cocked (Huh)

Make sure you keep that MAC cocked (Huh)


Promise U That Lyrics

 

[Intro: Future & Lil Juice]

It ain’t no talk on this

You a bad lil’ bitch, don’t worry, ah

Yeah-yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah

(Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up)

Yeah

[Pre-Chorus: Future]

Cartier diamonds, my mascot

Tell your main nigga he your ex now

Finna push up, bring your ass out

Where you come from? Where you from now?

I keep a bad thing on me, yeah, yeah

Dreads on me like Beijing, yeah, yeah

After this, right back to him, like an accident

Yeah, yeah, yeah

[Chorus: Future]

Came in a car, you gon’ leave in a jet, I can promise you that (Yeah, yeah)

Came by myself, I’ma leave with your friends, I can promise you that (Yeah, yeah)

Came in a car, and you gon’ leave in a jet, I can promise you that (Yeah, yeah)

Never met no nigga richer than me, I can promise you that (Hell yeah)

[Verse 1: Future]

I know you don’t want no scrub, no-no-no, no-no-no

Baby, this thuggin’ love, no-no, yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah

Came up in the club, aw, yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah

Tryna make some love, yah-yah, yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah

Ass like your mommy, know you won’t try me

Hop on the trolley just to see me

Came with nobody, leave with nobody

Reason you came, just to see me

Backstage pass with your ass out

You got no shame how you came out

Baby, I promise, I’ll respect game

Only thing that I can say is…

[Pre-Chorus: Future]

Cartier diamonds, my mascot

Tell your main nigga he your ex now

Finna push up, bring your ass out

Where you come from? Where you from now?

I keep a bad thing on me, yeah, yeah

Dreads on me like Beijing, yeah, yeah

After this, right back to him, like an accident

Yeah, yeah, yeah

[Chorus: Future]

Came in a car, you gon’ leave in a jet, I can promise you that (Yeah, yeah)

Came by myself, I’ma leave with your friends, I can promise you that (Yeah, yeah)

Came in a car, and you gon’ leave in a jet, I can promise you that (Yeah, yeah)
Never met no nigga richer than me, I can promise you that (Hell yeah)

[Post-Chorus: Future & Lil Juice]

Came in a dress, you gon’ leave in a mink, I can promise you that
(Promise you that, promise you that, promise you that)

Came in a dress, you gon’ leave in a mink, I can promise you that
(Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up)

[Verse 2: Future]

Permanent issues got me thinkin’ outside the box

They was sayin’ I was cocky, I don’t feel like I’m cocky enough

Yeah, he fuck you and I fuck you, I don’t wanna get caught carin’ too much

I can’t expect you to change when you did it for fame, yeah

I’m thinkin’ tropical, beaches and leeches, I’m thinkin’ private, oh

From the car to the jet, from the jet to the beach, got a million-some dollars on me

Got a milli’ on me with a Richard Mille on me, I’m the bigger homie
I don’t get no sleep, I made love on these corners

[Pre-Chorus: Future]

Cartier diamonds, my mascot

Tell your main nigga he your ex now

Finna push up, bring your ass out

Where you come from? Where you from now?

I keep a bad thing on me, yeah, yeah

Dreads on me like Beijing, yeah, yeah

After this, right back to him, like an accident

Yeah, yeah, yeah

[Chorus: Future]

Came in a car, you gon’ leave in a jet, I can promise you that (Yeah, yeah)

Came by myself, I’ma leave with your friends, I can promise you that (Yeah, yeah)

Came in a car, and you gon’ leave in a jet, I can promise you that (Yeah, yeah)

Never met no nigga richer than me, I can promise you that (Hell yeah)

[Post-Chorus: Future]

Never met no nigga flyer than me, I can promise you that (Promise you that)

Promise you that, promise you that, promise you that

Never met no nigga talkin’ to you when he fuck you like that

[Outro: Future]

I always wonder if she loyal (I always wonder)

I hope we on the same accord (Woo)

Let me fix all my rings

Let’s converse off codeine (Yeah)


Stick to the Models Lyrics

 

[Intro]

Ayy, bro, is that Jambo?

ATL Jacob, ATL Jacob

Yeah, Pluto

Went through the clouds, ain’t I never, never comin’ down

Never comin’ down, oh

Yeah yeah, yeah

[Chorus]

Told my bitch to find us a bitch we can fuck on together tomorrow

Fuckin’ my wrist up, fuckin’ a brick up, yeah, go’n and hop on a charter

I go to sprintin’, I go to take off for cash, yeah, I’m not a jogger

I went to Neptune, I went to Mars, yeah, streets get hotter than lava

‘Cause I’m in that mode, everything on go, I got a deal with my

goggles

Suicide doors, oh, reachin’ my goals, thankin’ my heavenly father

I’m on my grind, ain’t no slowin’ down, I done put up the bottle

I’m on that pretty boy shit, yeah, I’ma just stick to the models

[Verse 1]

I’ma just stick to the models and hit it

I’ma just stick to the guala and get it

I can’t come up short, I’m goin’ to get it

I can afford to keep all my bitches

I got her laid up, she bad and sadity

I got my weight up, I’m carryin’ my city

I got vicarious, my ears, they blurry

Put up, no worries, she know she insured

I keep it real, ain’t talkin’ absurd

I lost the feelin’ of drankin’ on syrup

Put up them M’s, my Federal Reserve

Tell you the truth, I got caught in the urge

Tell you the truth, I come up from the dirt

She play with no panties, a lil’ bitty skirt

I hit it on Xanax and I made it squirt

A really rich nigga, and I’m goin’ berserk

[Chorus]

Told my bitch to find us a bitch we can fuck on together tomorrow

Fuckin’ my wrist up, fuckin’ a brick up, yeah, go’n and hop on a charter

I go to sprintin’, I go to take off for cash, yeah, I’m not a jogger

I went to Neptune, I went to Mars, yeah, streets get hotter than lava

‘Cause I’m in that mode, everything on go, I got a deal with my goggles

Suicide doors, oh, reachin’ my goals, thankin’ my heavenly father

I’m on my grind, ain’t no slowin’ down, I done put up the bottle

I’m on that pretty boy shit, yeah, I’ma just stick to the models

[Verse 2]

I got two blonde snow bunnies

Sendin’ me pics to the ‘Gram

I got some bitches, they linin’ up

They wanna fuck me just ’cause who I am

I fucked them gold digging bitches

I never will love her or trust her, but pay her

Lookin’ out for her, but ain’t takin’ care of her

She know it ain’t no way in hell

I keep it real with you, keep it real with me

That’s all we can do

Know how to deal with you, know how to deal with me

Shawty get wet as a pool

We call it fair game

When it come down to my bros and swappin’ the hoes

I send my main thang to get your main thang

We gon’ fuck that ho on the low

[Chorus]

Told my bitch to find us a bitch we can fuck on together tomorrow

Fuckin’ my wrist up, fuckin’ a brick up, yeah, go’n and hop on a charter

I go to sprintin’, I go to take off for cash, yeah, I’m not a jogger

I went to Neptune, I went to Mars, yeah, streets get hotter than lava

‘Cause I’m in that mode, everything on go, I got a deal with my goggles

Suicide doors, oh, reachin’ my goals, thankin’ my heavenly father

I’m on my grind, ain’t no slowin’ down, I done put up the bottle

I’m on that pretty boy shit, yeah, I’ma just stick to the models

[Outro]

I keep it real, ain’t talkin’ absurd

I lost the feelin’ of drankin’ on syrup

Put up them M’s, my Federal Reserve

Tell you the truth, I got caught in the urge

Two blonde snow bunnies

Sendin’ me pics to the ‘Gram

Deal with you

Who know how to deal with you, know how to deal with me

Shawty get wet as a pool

Who know how to

Deal with you


Overdose Lyrics

 

[Intro]

This shit, this shit, this shit, it’s like Velveeta

You see what I’m sayin’?

It’s, it’s, it’s overload, overload, overload

[Chorus]

Swag overdose (Yeah), swag to the most

Bodybag Dior, as well as Saint Laurent

Balenciaga, run it up (Balenci’), pop collar with a slut

Top shotta in the guts, double M, it’s a must

Maybach, sippin’ mud, matte black with the guts

Blasted off, enjoy it, blast off in a toy

They gon’ really get destroyed, they gon’ really get employed

Transport a lot of guns (Uh huh), take a bad bitch to lunch (Uh huh)

[Verse]

I’m too rich to be sober

I done fucked off in Gucci, I done bought over ten Rovers

Gave a thousand bags to the soldiers

I done put a lot on my shoulders (Yeah)

I ain’t holdin’ out, I’m the coldest (Ain’t holdin’ back)

I ain’t holdin’ back, I’m devoted (Ain’t holdin’ back)

You can be the wave, I’m the ocean (You be the wave)

I done ran away with the bands (Yeah)

I done fucked the face of a fan (I fucked her face)

I done gave away a Cayenne (I gave away)

Got the whole world takin’ Xans (The world)

Ben Franky out the gang gang, turnt up to the max (The max)

My lil’ goon made a million dollars, now she ain’t gettin’ whacked

My wrist must be on drugs, my ears must be on drugs

My chain must be on drugs, I’m lookin’ like I’m on drugs

My right pocket got drugs, my left side pocket got drugs

My pinky finger on drugs, I’m flooded out on drugs

[Chorus]

Swag overdose (Yeah), swag to the most

Bodybag Dior, as well as Saint Laurent

Balenciaga, run it up (Balenci’), pop collar with a slut

Top shotta in the guts, double M, it’s a must

Maybach, sippin’ mud, matte black with the guts

Blasted off, enjoy it, blast off in a toy

They gon’ really get destroyed, they gon’ really get employed

Transport a lot of guns (Uh huh), take a bad bitch to lunch (Uh huh)

[Outro]

Blast off in a toy (Uh huh)

Whip the soft ’til it’s hard (Uh huh)

Sadity shit like McCartney (Huh)

My whip crazy in the Forgis (Uh-Huh)

All my white bitches like it (Uh-Huh)

Sendin’ a tip where to strike it (Uh-Huh)


Krazy But True Lyrics

 

[Intro]

Benz coupe look like a fish tank with a shark in it

Penthouse got a livin’ room with a garage in it, I can park in it

Damn, that’s crazy, but it’s true

Wheezy outta here

[Verse 1]

I’m god to you niggas

I worked too hard just to spoil you niggas

You need to pay me my respects

Your socks, rings, and your lean

The way you drop your mixtapes, your ad-libs and everything

Damn, that’s crazy, but it’s true

They jumped on my wave before they throwed Max in the cage

I was gettin’ 30K a show, I was the ghost behind the page

I freestyled every day

I never depend on none of these rappers

They bitin’ me anyway

Damn, that’s crazy, but it’s true

Who a bigger influence than me in fashion?

And I ain’t kissin’ asses, far from social media happy

I’m lookin’ past it

Damn, that’s crazy, but it’s true

If you look into my eyes, tell me what I’m thinkin’

I’m smellin’ like kush, promethazine drinkin’

This ecstasy the only reason why my heart beatin’

I need you by my side, it’s very therapeutic

And I’m goin’ to the moon, I’m the man, man

[Chorus]

I’m fresher than them every day

We makin’ love every time she come through

Tell me, damn, that’s crazy, but it’s true

Tell me, you a god

Damn, that’s crazy, but it’s true

I put Rolex diamonds on your neck, baby

Damn, that’s crazy, but it’s true

[Verse 2]

The G-Wagen out for the ‘Gram

Ain’t no sponsor, no basic bitch tryna expose who I am

I don’t need betrayal

Let me have my way, but now you know you can’t share

I know life ain’t fair sometimes, but real niggas rare

Damn, that’s crazy, but it’s true

I don’t do side bitches, they all my bitches, I ain’t tryna hide bitches

I don’t need the media in my business

Damn, that’s crazy, but it’s true

I’ve been abused by struggle

I don’t know what’s real

I’ll die for you

Die for you

[Chorus]

I’m fresher than them every day

We makin’ love every time she come through

Tell me, damn, that’s crazy, but it’s true

Tell me, you a god

Damn, that’s crazy, but it’s true

I put Rolex diamonds on your neck, baby

Damn, that’s crazy, but it’s true

Damn, that’s crazy, but it’s true

[Outro]

(Look into my eyes, what I’m thinkin’)

I need you by my side

Therapeutic

And I’m goin’ to the moon, I’m the man, man

Damn, that’s crazy, but it’s true


Servin Killa Kam Lyrics

 

[Intro]

In the war zone with the hittas

Yeah, check gang though

I’ma pop up on you in the latest

[Chorus]

Count my racks up, take a little dope

Get my pistol, I don’t trust these folk

I fuck with shawty ’cause she don’t post (Post, post)

These niggas, yeah, yeah, know I’m the GOAT

[Verse]

St. Regis, 27th floor

I’m with some heathens, they doin’ the most (Most, most)

Christian Louboutin, blood on the floor (Floor, floor)

I’m so militant, Valentino camo

Maserati (Woo), that’s a body

I be fresh (Woo), Osh B’gosh

Poor or pimp, do or die

Buyin’ presidential by the ten pack, ran an M up in the Cadillac

I was gettin’ it on the air mattress, servin’ rocks in some Air Maxes

Blendin’ in with my habitat, hit it hard, then double back

Credit card, that was scammer time, undecided then I drove by it

Benz coupe with the white tires, was a prototype

In the 305, drivin’ 105

On the 95, hammer on my side

I’ve been way too quiet, I get way too fly

I got water diamonds, throw ’em on a dyke

I got an orange light, I got some green kush

I got some clear ice, you need to stay put

I got on white socks, give me some white top

I got a white Richard Mille, cost a whole car

I came up from out the field, workin’ that ol’ boy

Servin’ Killa Cam, bought a new toy

This that Juelz Santana, rockin’ them Gucci bandanas

Bought a pink poodle for a stack, gave it to shawty for her birthday

Had her posted up on the runway, I’m gettin’ like Floyd with the grandé

Slangin’ that raw on the runway, pourin’ up drank on a Tuesday

I was on a yacht on a Tuesday, keep it on God, come Tuesday

Maserati truck on Tuesday, better keep up, don’t lose me

Gettin’ geeked up, I’m exclusive

Two cell phones, and I’m ruthless

Two cups on, and I’m vicious

In the war zone with the hittas

I was goin’ in the house with the vision

I done came back out with a million

I was hypnotizin’ yay’, I was cookin’ up powder yay’

I was makin’ it shower yay’, for 43 hours, yay

I’m proud to say I made it, got the whole damn world invaded

3K hit the phone, I ain’t save it

I be sittin’ in the ‘yo when they hatin’

I’ma pop up on you in the latest

She was talkin’ that shit and I paid it

[Chorus]

Count my racks up, take a little dope

 

Get my pistol, I don’t trust these folk

I fuck with shawty ’cause she don’t post (Post, post)

These niggas, yeah, yeah, know I’m the GOAT

[Outro]

In the 305, drivin’ 105

On the 95, hammer on my side

This that Juelz Santana, rockin’ them Gucci bandanas

Servin’ Killa Cam, bought a new toy

Bought a new toy

Bought a new toy

Servin’ Killa Cam

This that Juelz Santana, rockin’ them Gucci bandanas

 


Baptiize Lyrics

 

[Chorus]

Went and baptized my wrist in VVS’, oh

Stackin’ this mula up to Avatar

Bentayga, Rolls Royces, etcetera, etcetera

High profile drug dealers, oh

Canary yellow stones on the Amazon

I’m workin’ every day like I’m the last don

Fuck the investigation, we some Talibans

And when it come to emotions, I’m playin’ camouflage

[Verse 1]

Too bad, she want diamonds on her ankles (Uh)

Balencis when you wear them cross trainers with me

In Milano, all my money exchangin’

I gave her so much money she got my ex still claimin’ me

I ordered the jet because I hope she ain’t tryna frame me

I’ma keep a dirty stick, you ever think I ain’t the same me

Got a Bel Air address, but this money never changed me

I stay next to Uncle Will, but I’m still the same me

I done seen Jada Pinkett sittin’ out on her blanket

Came up around murderers and most of ’em shiesty

She was already bad, but my money made her feisty

She done been in love before, but I done got her icy

I done sold drugs before and couldn’t bust out of Rice Street

I came from off the floor, you won’t find no nigga like me

I done told you once before, you gotta say it’s spicy

Makin’ money is the only thing excite me

 

[Chorus]

Went and baptized my wrist in VVS’, oh

Stackin’ this mula up to Avatar

Bentayga, Rolls Royces, etcetera, etcetera

High profile drug dealers, oh

Canary yellow stones on the Amazon

I’m workin’ every day like I’m the last don

Fuck the investigation, we some Talibans

And when it come to emotions, I’m playin’ camouflage

[Interlude]

I’ma keep a dirty stick, you ever think I ain’t the same me

I’ma keep a dirty stick, you ever think I ain’t the same me

She done been in love before, but I done got her icy

High profile drug dealers, oh

[Part II] [Chorus]

I need a freak on sight, I got ice on ice on ice on ice

I got ice on ice on ice on ice

Keep that white on white on white on white

Keep some white on white on white on white

We rockin’ Rollies for real, we rockin’ Rollies for real

We rockin’ Rollies for real, we rockin’ Rollies for real

[Verse 2]

I was just gettin’ me some mula, I come from the streets and I jump on a Lear

I don’t wanna do nothin’ but profit, I see it, I want it, I cop it

I got several different options, you don’t want it with these horses

You don’t wanna get to poppin’, you don’t wanna start sparkin’

Ain’t no renegotiatin’, we ain’t even tryna bargain

They runnin’ out of the Ace, anything else, we don’t even want it

Peep how we came up the interstate, peep how we never gon’ lose

Peep how they peepin’ and watchin’ me runnin’ off with everything that I do

We didn’t do this for the fun, I didn’t do this just to slack

I did it all for the love, I put the gang on the map

We takin’ cash at the door, oh wait, you can’t even get through the door

We rollin’ up in the police face, we got some cash to blow

20 dollars for a gram, tryna stuff a 2.5 in a Backwood

Niggas know who I am all through your city ’cause they know the cash good

[Chorus]

I need a freak on sight, I got ice on ice on ice on ice

I got ice on ice on ice on ice

No you can’t sit in the trap

Keep that white on white on white on white

Keep some white on white on white on white

We rockin’ Rollies for real, we rockin’ Rollies for real
We rockin’ Rollies for real, we rockin’ Rollies for real

[Outro]

You watchin’ the style, bite on bite on bite

We don’t want nothin’ but some hundreds and 50s, some hundreds and 50s

(You watchin’ the style, bite on bite on bite)

 


Unicorn Purp Lyrics

[Intro: Young Thug & Future]

Wizard of Oz

Uni-uni-unicorn

Unicorn

Yeah

[Chorus: Future & Young Thug]

Gave that Philippe to that lil’ bitty bitch and I made her a

monster(Made her a monster)

I can’t address all the issues I’m dealin’ with, I’m goin’

bonkers(Goin’ brazy)

You not meetin’ up to my criteria, I’m not responsive (I’m not responsive)

We done kidnapped your girl on the low and she been goin’ bonkers (She goin’ brazy)

I had apartments filled up with the work, you can go ask Tonya(Yeah, she gon’ tell you)

I spent 20 G’s just on one purse, I’m gettin’ at that llama (And that’s on God)

I came straight from that mothafuckin’ dirt, but then I had conquered this (Then I accomplished this)

I’m on that purp like a unicorn after I came from The Dungeon(Woo, yee)

[Verse 1: Future & Young Thug]

We can do yachts or we can do jets whenever we lunchin’ (Yeah, yeah)

We doin’ three at a time, no lie, this life is a bungee (Yeah, yeah)

I was damn near out my mind, a nigga wasn’t frontin’
I had to go and get on my grind, that broke shit haunt me (Yeah, yeah)

I got ’em comin’ in all different kinds, flyin’ out the country (Flyin’ out the coo’)

Fill up a Glock with nothin’ but that lead and go get some money (Go get some bread)

When in Jamaica, I was sippin’ on red with my Venezuelan (‘Zuelan)
I went and jumped in the pool out the bed with some Saudi Arabians (Woo)
I got ’em comin’ in fresh out the boat, they lovin’ the caterings (Lovin’ the woo)
We came up piss poor, I had to Tom Brady it (Had to Tom Brady it)
I got some bags just sittin’ out in England but I ain’t savin’ it (But I’m not savin’ it)
She got that Boston, Massachusetts, I’ma Mercedes it (Massachusetts)
She go’n and sellin’ it, prostitution, but I ain’t hatin’ it (But I ain’t hatin’ it)

I got the models comin’ by the fews, I hope you relatin’ it (Hope you relate)

After I made her tie my shoes, I made her my favorite (Tie my shoes)

Everything we did exclusive, ain’t no way fakin’ it (Everything exclusive)

50 million on one play, that’s how we be makin’ it (50 million)

And I came up out the red clay, it ain’t no debatin’ it

And I got diamonds in the face, you can feel the a-radiance (Feel the radiance)

And I got some fine shit on the way, I think she Israelian (Ayy, she Dubai, yeah)

Last year, we bought an AK every single day, we did (Every single day, we did)

All this shit, take to your grave, a nigga ain’t sayin’ shit (Niggas ain’t, shhh)
Dot 40 knock down an elephant if he a maniac
We can go squeeze and load out the clip and open one more at that (Open one more cap)

[Chorus: Future & Young Thug]

Gave that Philippe to that lil’ bitty bitch and I made her a monster (Yeah, yeah)

I can’t address all the issues I’m dealin’ with, I’m goin’ bonkers (Yeah, yeah)

You not meetin’ up to my criteria, I’m not responsive (Yeah, yeah)

We done kidnapped your girl on the low and she been goin’ bonkers
I had apartments filled up with the work, you can go ask Tonya (Go ask Tonya)

I spent 20 G’s just on one purse, I’m gettin’ at that llama (Gettin’ at that llama)

I came straight from that mothafuckin’ dirt, but then I had conquered this (Then I had conquered this)

I’m on that purp like a unicorn after I came from The Dungeon

[Verse 2: Young Thug & Gunna] Millions on millions on millions, I been goin’ brazy since came out the dungeon (Yee)
I put the stick in his head and it came out the guts and it came out the stomach
I put this dick in her pussy, then I fucked this bitch, beat it up, ba-da-bum, bitch (Yee)
I chopped the top automatically, inside is orange, I’ve been callin’ it pumpkin (Yee)
New Lamborghini, the Urus, it came in all orange, it look like a pumpkin (Yeah)
I’m feelin’ just like a wizard, I went got a million, I came out the dungeon (Yeah)


When I got back to the ghetto I serve you like petrol, I been on that fuck shit (Fuck shit)


Hop in that Porsche, push the pedal, you not on my level, get served for the L-O, L-O
 (Yeah, yeah)

I make it rain like I’m Pedro (Pedro)

Tacos and equal dinero (‘Nero)

I’m takin’ care of her, stilettos (Stilettos)

All of her hair and her clothes

I met this girl and I told her to sit on my sack, let me play with her buns (Yeah)

I met this girl out the ghetto, then I can’t compare her to none of you runts (Yeah)

Right on the jet out to LA, we smokin’ Gelato, but I want some Runtz (Some Runtz)

454 on the freeway, feel like my C-Day, I got me two sluts (Two sluts)

I put some ice in the Patek, new Richard Millie, I’m at the top like an attic

Hot like a skillet, fuckin’ on one of the baddest, carat inside of her titty

[Chorus: Future & Young Thug]

Gave that Philippe to that lil’ bitty bitch and I made her a monster (Yeah, yeah)

I can’t address all the issues I’m dealin’ with, I’m goin’ bonkers (Yeah, yeah)

You not meetin’ up to my criteria, I’m not responsive (Yeah, yeah)
We done kidnapped your girl on the low and she been goin’ bonkers (Yee)

I had apartments filled up with the work, you can go ask Tonya (Go ask Tonya)

I spent 20 G’s just on one purse, I’m gettin’ at that llama (Gettin’ at that llama)

I came straight from that mothafuckin’ dirt, but then I had

conquered this (Then I had conquered this)

I’m on that purp like a unicorn after I came from The Dungeon

[Outro: Young Thug] Sex


Goin Dummi Lyrics

 

[Intro]

It’s okay, ‘kay (Wheezy, Pluto)

Yeah, baby ain’t play, play

Last name Hndrxx whatever I do
(Wheezy outta here)

[Chorus]

Woo, everything we do, we goin’ dummy (Woo)

Whatever I do, I hope I got that Tommy (Hrrr)

Just in case a nigga try to play, play, play (Just in case)

Yeah, every watch I own on tsunami (Brrr)

Chain on frost, ask Sonny (Go ask)

Tryna pose a threat, go at your mommy

It’s okay, ‘kay (Okay)

[Verse 1]

Don’t nothin’ come easy, got a spaceship, twerk

Fine Europeans look good in the dark (Fine)

Meet me in the jacuzzi, girl, we made it (We made it)

Christian Dior already slated

Yeah, you try to leave me, downgradin’ (Downgrade)

I can’t save you from the apes out the cages (Out the cages)

Phone book in my jeans like pages (Freebandz)

This money I crave, it is so contagious

Sometimes get caught up in that mission, don’t get caught inside the loop

V.I.P. with raw fishes, I’ma show ya what it do

We get splashy, we get Percs for no reason

Got some tall, wet blondie at Four Seasons (Yee)

[Chorus]

Woo, everything we do, we goin’ dummy (Yee)

Whatever I do, I hope I got that Tommy (Woo)

Just in case a nigga try to play, play, play

Yeah, every watch I own on tsunami (Every watch I own)

Chain on frost, ask Sonny (Go and ask)

Tryna pose a threat, go at your mommy

It’s okay, ‘kay (Okay)

[Verse 2]

Tell me what the lick read, we gon’ go and get it (What’s the lick?)

Real fine mixed breed, I can’t wait to hit it

I’ma put your bank account past seven digits (A midget)

Bottles on the rocks, girl, everything exquisite (Exquisite)

You deserve to cha-cha, but girl, I want my chain-chain (Cha-cha)

We got all the choppas and we got all the bling-bling

Give a nigga that na-na, you get wet up, your dream-dream

Ain’t gon’ beg for it, my Bentley came with wing-wing

Fuck with a supreme team, you will never fall off

Every day a spring bling, make you wanna call off

Got some models comin’ to the top floor at the Waldorf (Top)

Feel like new Sopranos ’cause we way above the law now

[Chorus]

Woo, everything we do, we goin’ dummy

Whatever I do, I hope I got that Tommy (Whatever I do)

Just in case a nigga try to play, play, play

Yeah (Yeah), every watch I own on tsunami (Every watch I own)

Chain on frost, ask Sonny (Brr, brr)

Tryna pose a threat, go at your mommy

It’s okay, ‘kay (Okay)


First off Lyrics

[Intro: Future]

Back on the Forbes, shit crazy (Yeah)

I make more than Dwyane Wade, baby
(ATL Jacob)

I’m a street nigga and I stay faded (Pluto)

Never worked in a gym, but I weighed it (Travis)

[Chorus: Future & Travis Scott]

First off, you get the ammo, then you cock it (Ooh)

First off, we had to blast off like a rocket (Skrrt, skrrt)

I put the Patek water on, but I got options (Yeah)

PJ takin’ off and I ain’t stoppin’, no

Louis V belts, Louis V on my walls

Fishscale, nigga, I can’t fuck with no laws (Yeah)

Never fear what’s on my lens, I see fugazi

I should pimp this bitch and make her pay me (Yeah)

[Verse 1: Future & Travis Scott]

Started off surfin’ on a codeine wave

I don’t exchange info with these niggas

They some opps, you can kill ’em, they ain’t with us

Ordered a pound of gas to smoke, I need a fill up (Yeah)

Got a line on good Gelato and Gorilla

Got Lil Freaky with me, know you gon’ get hit up

Steppin’ over dead bodies in Margielas

I touched a hundred M’s and I’ve been gettin’ better (Ooh)

In a red Bugatti, gave it right to valet

Shoot his head off right, it get you new Sheneneh

Shootin’ dice all night, yeah, me and Dae Dae

We had to work the one on ’em, it was a good payday

It was a teenager, they put him on the news where I’m from

He let off 40 shots, he can’t get no bond

Closed on when he shoppin’, when he kill him, he young

They ever get caught snitchin’, they gon’ cut off your tongue

I can’t wait ’til they set the rat up, yeah

I was catchin’ juugs, now a nigga a millionaire

I get the rap check and I avoid the paps

I get NBA money and ain’t been in the draft

[Pre-Chorus: Future & Travis Scott]

Yeah, I’m back on the Forbes, shit crazy (Yeah)

I make more than Dwyane Wade, baby (Pop it, pop it)

I’m a street nigga and I stay faded

Never worked in a gym, but I weighed it

[Chorus: Future & Travis Scott]

First off, you get the ammo, then you cock it (Straight up)

First off, we had to blast off like a rocket (Uh)

I put the Patek water on, but I got options

PJ takin’ off and I ain’t stoppin’, no

Louis V belts, Louis V on my walls

Fishscale, nigga, I can’t fuck with no laws

Never fear what’s on my lens, I see fugazi

I should pimp this bitch and make her pay me

[Verse 2: Travis Scott & Future]

Bound to cut off where it’s dim and pour above the rim (Yeah)

Get the backend at the door and let the dogs kill (Dogs)

Point ’em out, then turn around, that’s how we let ’em in

Paranoid, one conversation, then I switch the SIM (Oh)

This took like NBA business, I ain’t talkin’ scrimmage (In the league)

You know I’m James Bond with it, Harden with the finish

The whip’s got curtain options in it, I don’t need it tinted

Just need the option not to see ’em when I’m ridin’ in it

Used to spend checks on my Nikes, now they pay me (Yeah)

Got some Bulls cheerleaders and they wavy (Alright)

Number one off in my city like McGrady (Straight up)

Yeah I’m back on the Forbes, shit crazy

Roll some OG gas, I can’t let ’em breathe (It’s lit)

Pop me ten to three, I can’t let ’em sleep (Pop it, pop it)

Flyin’ through the clouds in somethin’ heavenly

(To these racks, way up, way up)

[Pre-Chorus: Future]

Yeah, back on the Forbes, shit crazy

I make more than Dwayne Wade, baby

I’m a street nigga and I stay faded

Never worked in a gym, but I weighed it

[Chorus: Future & Travis Scott]

First off, you get the ammo, then you cock it (Straight up)

First off, we had to blast off like a rocket

I put the Patek water on, but I got options (It’s lit)

PJ takin’ off and I ain’t stoppin’, no

Louis V belts, Louis V on my walls

Fishscale, nigga, I can’t fuck with no laws

Never fear what’s on my lens, I see fugazi

I should pimp this bitch and make her pay me

[Outro: Future & Travis Scott]

Back on the Forbes, shit crazy (Yeah)

I make more than Dwayne Wade, baby (Yeah)

I’m a street nigga and I stay faded

Never worked in a gym, but I weighed it


Face Shot Lyrics

 

[Intro]

I’ma run this one all way down

Non-stop, you know what I’m sayin’?

See how I’m comin’?

(I just told Richie we rich)

[Chorus]

Yeah, playin’ with the girl out in Fresno (Yeah)

I like to get hyphy for a kilo (Yeah)

I fuck with lil’ shawty, she got deep throat (Yeah)

Get your ass hit for a C-note (Yeah, yeah)

Push start, big foreign (Big foreign)

In the nick trap with the big 40 (Big 40)

Stuffed the M inside the Goyard (Million dollars)

My natural job dope boy (D boy)

[Verse 1]

Skrrt, skrrt in a fast car (Skrrt, skrrt)

Skrrt, skrrt in a fast toy (Skrrt, skrrt)

Skrrt, skrrt, cook the yay’ up (Skrrt, skrrt)

Skrrt, skrrt, got my weight up (Yee)

Gold-wrapped ten stack, got a nigga geeked (Skrrt)

I go shoppin’ in Europe, nigga, I ain’t cheap (Skrrt)

Lost count, put up all the profit ten weeks (Skrrt)

Just in one week, it sold a thousand pounds on one street

Gold on my teeth, put some red bottoms on my feet

I fuck with freaks, one, two, three, keep it a G

Motherfuck them hoes, we treat ’em like the police

Motherfuckin’ throwed, my niggas tryna OD, yeah

 

[Chorus]

Yeah, playin’ with the girl out in Fresno (Yeah)

I like to get hyphy for a kilo (Yeah)

I fuck with lil’ shawty, she got deep throat (Yeah)

Get your ass hit for a C-note (Yeah, yeah)

Push start, big foreign (Big foreign)

In the nick trap with the big 40 (Big 40)

Stuffed the M inside the Goyard (Million dollars)

My natural job dope boy (D boy)

[Verse 2]

Skrrt, skrrt, that’s my wrist talkin’ (That’s talkin’)

Skrrt, skrrt, the pot moonwalkin’ (Moonwalkin’)

Skrrt, skrrt, that that new forty (That new forty)

Skrrt, skrrt, they goin’ 730 (730)

Since we made it out the swamp, it must be hell (730)

I’m Young Pluto, bitch, I’m trappin’ out Chanel (730)

One thousand dollars for all my shoes, I’m very rare (True story)

Ayy, fuck a dog collar, nigga, I’m a bear (Dog)

Ain’t gon’ front, I brought out the egg beater (Huh)

Rich nigga but I’m seein’ dead people (Ain’t gon’ front)

Lordy, all these models all head eaters (Yeah, yeah)

Half of these bitches sleepin’ with the Grim Reaper (Woo)

Rich nigga, put eight in on one liter (Woo)

Had to buy some extra diamonds to make my arms even (Woo)

You not upper echelon, you not a don neither

We gettin’ the same money as Illuminati (‘Luminati)

He wanna prove a point and try to catch a body (Catch a body)

They gon’ double up the money for the faceshot (For the faceshot)

They gon’ kidnap his wife for the safe spot (For that safe spot)

Tell ’em shoot her in the face, bitch, I hate thots (Yeah, I hate thots)

[Chorus]

Yeah, playin’ with the girl out in Fresno (Yeah)

I like to get hyphy for a kilo (Yeah)

I fuck with lil’ shawty, she got deep throat (Yeah)

Get your ass hit for a C-note (Yeah)

Push start, big foreign (Big foreign)

In the nick trap with the big 40 (Big 40)

Stuffed the M inside the Goyard (Million dollars)

My natural job dope boy (Dope boy, dope boy, dope boy)


 

Aint Coming Back Lyrics

[Intro]

The Wizard

Some things out of my control

Gotta stay in my zone

Know what I’m sayin’

I just told Richie we rich

Woo

[Chorus]

Sometimes I sit down, wrist on gold

I done made it without sellin’ my soul

Bad bitch layin’ down in a robe

Ask me how I made a mil’ and didn’t fold

Askin’ ’bout these VV’s, VV’s, drippin’

Keepin’ it cold, I’m so different, yeah

Lot of bitches wanna feel this energy

Couple real friends turned enemy

[Verse 1]

Different, I done customized the Bentley, yeah

Difference, I done fucked a few stars, yeah

Probably know a couple names on the list

Some you don’t know, they anonymous

Fluorescent but keep the jewelry on a miss

Never on the shelf, never on the shelf, yeah

I don’t need no stylist, I can dress myself (I don’t need a stylist)

Gotta watch the diamonds and they match the belt

Tryna give advice, need to help yourself

Tryna save me, need to save yourself

I can hear the hate even if I’m deaf

You childish, nigga, yeah, you childish, nigga

Jealous of my wrist and my diamonds

Jealous ’cause these hoes out here wildin’, yeah, yeah

They say I’m the one that inspired them, yeah, yeah

They say I’m the one that can excite ’em (You the one)

[Chorus]

Sometimes I sit down, wrist on gold

I done made it without sellin’ my soul

Bad bitch layin’ down in a robe

Ask me how I made a mil’ and didn’t fold

Askin’ ’bout these VV’s, VV’s, drippin’

Keepin’ it cold, I’m so different, yeah (I’m so different)

Lot of bitches wanna feel this energy (Feel my energy)

Couple real friends turned enemy

[Post-Chorus]

Brought my dices with me, had to skip class

Had to tell so many I ain’t comin’ back

Yeah yeah, I ain’t comin’ back

Yeah yeah, I ain’t comin’ back

[Verse 2]

Bitch went to the ‘Gram to write a book (Why she do that?)

Tryna steal the bands from me like a crook (Bands)

Don’t you judge me off mistakes I’ve made

Talk shit, gotta take it to the grave (For live)

Wrist rocky, talkin’ V-V-V’s

Bitches suckin’ out my energy

She’ll fuck my brother for the currency

Dawg ho, and these dawgs ain’t free

Never on the shelf, always fresh to death

I don’t need a stylist, I can dress myself

Drugs in my system, don’t play it fair

Bitches take advantage, know I need help

[Chorus]

Sometimes I sit down, wrist on gold

I done made it without sellin’ my soul

Bad bitch layin’ down in a robe

Ask me how I made a mil’ and didn’t fold

Askin’ ’bout these VV’s, VV’s, drippin’

Keepin’ it cold, I’m so different, yeah

Lot of bitches wanna feel this energy

Couple real friends turned enemy

[Post-Chorus]

Brought my dices with me, had to skip class

Had to tell so many I ain’t comin’ back

Yeah yeah, I ain’t comin’ back

Yeah yeah, I ain’t comin’ back

[Outro]

Askin’ ’bout these VV’s, VV’s, drippin’

Keepin’ it cold, I’m so different, yeah

Lot of bitches wanna feel this energy

Couple real friends turned enemy


 

Tricks On me Lyrics

 

[Intro]

Yeah

Just got a call from my mom

Tellin’ me what the lawyer was sayin’

About the lawsuit

I thought they had had that down, yeah

[Verse 1]

Big money shit, baby, I just bought a new six, baby

Flintstone in my ears, pissed on my wrist, baby

This song just mutilated, everything decapitated

Deep on new relations, just gotta be brand related

Ain’t no sellin’ out, no tradin’, so you gotta be gang related

Pop stylin’ this shit for my shottas incarcerated

Rockstar this shit, a street star, I stay acquainted

Pop stylin’ this shit, how you get the high maintenance one?

How she gon’ take my love and give it away like it ain’t nothin’ to her?

How you gon’ judge my plugs, not take what I never did off of me?

Hawaiian surfin’ on the thick one to the PJ

I can just imagine the pain on Bankroll PJ

Murder murder, broad day, I got tears, I can’t let ’em out

I can’t take it, I can’t take it no more, I’m ’bout to spaz out

I’m good on deposits but I gotta have a stash house

I see you bein’ greedy and I gotta work my ass off

I chief on gas house, until I pass out

Rollin’ in a Phantom, came with an umbrella

Survive the trenches, it’s on me the day I walk through it

Hurricane Pluto, I’ma drip all through it (Icy)

I was lettin’ the shit I can’t control destroy me

It was goin’ too deep for you, baby, pardon me

I tried to treat that shit just like a party

I’ma feel weak if I tell you sorry

[Pre-Chorus] Gotta be a genius, gotta be extraordinary
Gotta plant seeds, nigga, like a florist
I’m Future Hendrix but I’m not a guitarist
I could’ve be starvin’, I’m fortunate

[Chorus] Maybe my mind playin’ tricks on me

Maybe my mind playin’ tricks on me

Could it be my ex playin’ tricks on me?

Someone that’s jealous playin’ tricks on me

Big boss shit, baby, I just bought a new PJ

Butler came with the elevator, greet my guests, baby

​iPad high maintenance, everything’s unordinary

Grapes and strawberries, nothing’s got temporary

[Verse 2]

Rockstar in this shit, like a popstar in this shit, yeah

Tryna forget the way they did to Bankroll Fresh, gettin’ harder

Seen his son at my little boy birthday party, it was harder

The streets of the ATL don’t respect nothin’ but shottas

Had to look the other way, could be the other way

Hit Yung Mazi up, that was in the broad day

I popped two Xans and I been sleep all day

(Let’s go, let’s go)

[Pre-Chorus] I was lettin’ the shit I can’t control destroy me
Everything’s too deep for you, my nigga, pardon me
I’m Future Hendrix but I’m not a guitarist (Super)
I could’ve be starvin’, I’m fortunate

[Chorus] Maybe my mind playin’ tricks on me (I’m so fuckin’ hurt)

Maybe my mind playin’ tricks on me (Maybe my mind)

Could it be my ex playin’ tricks on me?

Someone that’s jealous playin’ tricks on me (Someone that’s jealous, I know, I know)

Big boss shit, baby, I just bought a new PJ

Butler came with the elevator, greet my guests, baby

​iPad high maintenance, everything’s unordinary

Grapes and strawberries, nothing’s got temporary

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