Future

Real, real, real, real, real, real high (Woah, woah, woah, woah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Woah, oh, woah, woah, woah)

I put all my drugs in a designer bag (Woah)
Bad bitch in the city, got her hibernatin’, yeah
Shorty want a Perc’, got it under me, yeah (Shorty want a Perc’)
Tom Ford, skinny pants, alteration, yeah (Tom, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I woke up this mornin’ and I was higher than Jesus, woah (I was higher than Jesus)
I just took two pills, damn, with my people, woah (I just took two pills, woah)
Last night, that Addy had me on my feet, woah, woah
I just hit some shit while I was damn near sleep, woah (Oh, oh, oh)
I been stretchin’ shit out like I’m on a beach, woah (Oh, oh, oh)
I’ma stretch the brick out, get it A to Z, woah (Oh, oh, oh)
Get it for the low, get it to the street (Oh, oh, oh)
Pay me top dollars, I’m a sight to see (Woah, pay me top, cheese, cheese)
I told my bitch, “If I gotta be faithful, I might fall off”
I put all my BMs on paper so they won’t talk
I pulled up another Bentayga, she got a cold walk
I’ll talk all the shit I wanna talk for a couple million dollars
I’ll talk all the shit I wanna talk for a couple-

I woke up this mornin’ and I was higher than Jesus, woah
I just took two pills, damn, with my people, woah
Last night, that Addy had me on my feet, woah
I just hit some shit while I was damn near sleep, woah

I can’t get enough of doggin’ a ho out shit
Fuck her, kick her out shit, and that go for a boss bitch
My lil’ niggas, them on dumb shit, walk you down shit
‘Til the gun click, I don’t post ’em, put ’em in no pics

Future

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