[Intro]
You know, This just some real n***a sh**, a real n***a story
You know what I'm saying?
[Hook: Future]
Slang a bunch of narcotics
Pull up in the new 'rrari
Livin' like John Gotti
Choppin' bricks like karate
Drink a bunch of codeine
Serve it to the dope fiends
Blowin' money, stay clean
Michael Jackson, Billie Jean
[Verse 1: Future]
Got a Panamera round a young n***a neck
Got a young b**h pulling up in a 'Vette
Smoke a lot of kush & I have a lot of s**
Had to beat the grind up, ran up my check
Picture n***a getting money, n***a get back (back)
Roll a blunt of chronic, n***a sell a lot of crack (crack)
You can hit a n***a line, order what you want
I can whoop a Maserati, pulling up a donk (donk)
50,000 on yo watch, young n***a splurge (splurge)
Pop a ace of spade bottle, sip a lot of syrup (syrup)
Keep a young n***a workin' that'll bust a k (k)
I'mma take a phone call, hustle everyday (everyday)
[Hook]
Slang a bunch of narcotics (then what)
Pull up in that new rarri (yea)
Living like John Gotti (the mob)
Chopping bricks like karate (chwaaa) (chwaaa)
Drink a bunch of codeine (drank)
Serving to the dope fiends (they smokers)
Blowing money, stay clean (free bands)
Michael Jackson, Billy Jean
[Verse 2: Future]
Whipping up a cake, just to go and snatch a spider (spider)
Young n***a play with ki's, (ki's) 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, (at) n***a we go pull up on ya
Young b**h looking like Janet in the 80's (80's)
We was grinding up from two and a baby (oh)
Got the girl dripping wet like a jerry curl (curl)
Got a styrofoam cup and its full of syrup
Send it over from New Mexico & Let me Work (lets work)
I can get 36 for a clean shirt (shirt)
[Hook]
Slang a bunch of narcotics (then what)
Pull up in that new rarri (yea)
Living like John Gotti (the mob)
Chopping bricks like karate (chwaaa) (chwaaa)
Drink a bunch of codeine (drank)
Serving to the dope fiends (they smokers) (yeah)
Blowing money, stay clean (free bands)
Michael Jackson, Billy Jean (jean) (jean)
Who bad
[Verse 3: Lil Wayne]
Pop a lot of pain pills (pills)
Bout to put rims on my skateboard wheels (wheels)
Yeah...
Beat that p**y up like Emmett Till
Yeah...
Two cell phones ringin' at the same time (same time)
That's your ho, (ho ho) callin' from two different phones (different phones)
Tell that b**h "leave me the f** alone!" (f** alone!)
See, you f** her wrong, (f** her wrong) and I f** her long (f** her long)
I got a love-hate relationship with Molly (Molly)
I'd rather pop an ollie, (ollie) and my dick is a trolly
Boy, I'll bury you like Halle (Halle)
And these hoes say I'm blind
Cause I don't see nothin' wrong with a little bump and grind (bump and grind)
Man I just received a package (package)
Them other n***as taxin' (taxin')
And my pockets so fat, (fat) I'm startin' to feel contractions
And my cousin went to jail for them chickens
And he already home and that n***a must be snitchin'
Cut him off like karate! (like karate!)
[Verse 3: Casino]
Pull up, serve you in my Rari'
Money like Im Frank Matthews
k**ers around me like I'm Gotti
If I tricked you, know Im sorry
I be fresh dont need no stylist
I be geeking on them mollies
Sell remix dont sell no cleans
My hand like a triple beam
I got workers like machine
All I do is sell dreams
Half my n***as serve fiends
I get up and then I lean
[Hook]
Slang a bunch of narcotics (then what)
Pull up in that new rarri (yea)
Living like John Gotti (the mob)
Chopping bricks like karate (chwaaa)
Drink a bunch of codeine (drank)
Serving to the dope fiends (they smokers)
Blowing money, stay clean (free bands)
Michael Jackson, Billy Jean
Who bad, who bad, who bad