17 Mayıs 2020

FUTURE HIGH OFF LIFE ALBUM LYRICS (2020)


FUTURE HIGH OFF LIFE ALBUM LYRICS (2020)

Future Trapped In The Sun Lyrics

That yellow Lambo' outside for when I trapped in the sun
That green Ferrari sittin' outside when I couldn't make bond
I gave the plug to my nigga, I gave the game to my sons
Yeah

That yellow Lambo' outside for when I trapped in the sun (For when I trapped in the sun)
That green Ferrari sittin' outside when I couldn't make bond (When I couldn't make bond)
I gave the plug to my nigga, I gave the game to my sons (Game to my son)
You need to learn the recipe, how to put a three on a one (Yeah, yeah)
Like the plug to the socket, I'm connected (Yeah, yeah)
I get bored, I might give away a necklace (Yeah, yeah)
That yellow Lambo' outside for when I trapped in the sun (For when I trapped in the sun)
That green Ferrari sittin' outside when I couldn't make bond

He wanna be a superstar, I bought him a magazine
For his birthday, got him a Glock, hold more than seventeen (On God)
I been on Adderall, I been on gasoline
I had some Haitians with me, they off the pork and beans
I did new registration, I did some new Celine
They line up at the wolf doctor, actin' like some fiends
I microwave the pound, I never cut the lean
I got dope in my blood, it's full of promethazine
You need some molly in your drink to boost your self-esteem (Yeah, yeah)
I'm in Amiri every day, say "Fuck them Levi jeans" (Yeah, yeah)
He wanna be a superstar, I bought him a magazine
I can't be a role model, 'cause I'm a trappin' king

That yellow Lambo' outside for when I trapped in the sun (For when I trapped in the sun)
That green Ferrari sittin' outside when I couldn't make bond (When I couldn't make bond)
I gave the plug to my nigga, I gave the game to my sons (Gave the game to my son)
You need to learn the recipe, how to put a three on a one (Yeah, yeah)
Like the plug to the socket, I'm connected (Yeah, yeah)
I get bored, I might give away a necklace (Yeah, yeah)
That yellow Lambo' outside for when I trapped in the sun (For when I trapped in the sun)
That green Ferrari sittin' outside when I couldn't make bond

I copped the Porsche and it made me more ambitious (Yeah, yeah)
Got foreign cars in my driveway, I'm a misfit (Yeah, yeah)
Pullin' up on foreign
Down bad, I was starvin' (Down bad, I was starvin')
Had to buy me a carbine (Had to buy me a carbine)
Livin' life the largest (Livin' life the largest)
Tryna avoid these charges (Avoid these charges)
Don't know where your heart is (You don't know where your heart is)
Came out the 'partments (Came out the 'partments)
You drownin', flawless (You drownin', flawless)
Seven-figure endorsements (Yeah, yeah)
Colored hair like Rodman (Colored hair like Rodman)
I ain't come for bargainin' (I ain't come for bargainin')
I'm doin' too marvelous (I'm doin' too marvelous)
Trapped out on the dead end (Yeah, yeah)
Then the house, get lost in (Yeah, yeah)
Pullin' off like a faucet (Yeah, yeah)
Rolex with the outfit (Rolex with the outfit)
Count money with a passion (Woah, woah)
Stretch it out like elastic (Woah, woah)
Ball without no basket (Woah, woah)
Bitch wrapped in plastic

That yellow Lambo' outside for when I trapped in the sun (For when I trapped in the sun)
That green Ferrari sittin' outside when I couldn't make bond (When I couldn't make bond)
I gave the plug to my nigga, I gave the game to my sons (Gave the game to my son)
You need to learn the recipe, how to put a three on a one (Yeah, yeah)
Like the plug to the socket, I'm connected (Yeah, yeah)
I get bored, I might give away a necklace (Yeah, yeah)
That yellow Lambo' outside for when I trapped in the sun (For when I trapped in the sun)
That green Ferrari sittin' outside when I couldn't make bond

That Lamborghini outside for when I trapped in the sun, yeah


Future Hitek Tek Lyrics

(ATL Jacob, ATL Jacob)
Freeband Gang

Yeah-yeah
Hi-Tech Tech, yeah-yeah
Big ol' jet, yeah-yeah
Big ass TEC, yeah-yeah
Big ass bitch, yeah-yeah
Thick lil' shit, yeah-yeah
I'm gettin' my money, yeah-yeah
I'm gettin' this rich, yeah-yeah
Straight out the crib, yep
I'm straight out the trench, yep
I'm straight out the trench, yep
I'm straight out the trench, yep
The trench of the trench (Woo)
The drank on the floor
I started, I pour
But not no more

Hop in that go-go-go-Ghost, I'm on go mode
We drivin' every single car you want, send in the dope, ho
She like to ride when I go jugg, I got a dope ho
Make me sing to your bitch, K-Ci, JoJo
Every day, every night, go to the moon
All of my niggas geeked up in the room
Paradise, shoot my one and two
Astronaut takin' off, I got the proof (Yeah)
Perky medics (Yeah, yeah)
Head from Becky (Yeah, yeah)
Gold baguetties (Yeah, yeah)
Gold presi' (Yeah, yeah)
I be down in Houston like Kareem, I'm a rocket
Drank the drank and popped a couple beans, now I'm cocky
Came through the game and took that shit like I was robbin'
Chain rings, earrings, please proceed with cautions
Courtside, I'm sittin' at the game with a Glock in my pocket
All my niggas bang, brr, clear out the cartridge
Go inside of Chanel store and start poppin'
I told you, I'm rollin' off a bean like Scotty

Yeah-yeah
Hi-Tech Tech, yeah-yeah
Big ol' jet, yeah-yeah (Big ol' jet)
Big ass TEC, yeah-yeah
Big ass bitch, yeah-yeah (Big ass bitch)
Thick lil' shit, yeah-yeah
I'm gettin' my money, yeah-yeah (Hi-Tech Tech)
I'm gettin' this rich, yeah-yeah
I'm straight out the crib
I'm straight out the trench, yup
I'm straight out the trench
I'm straight out the trench, yup
The trench of the trench (Woo)
The drank on the floor
I started, I pour
But not no more

Yeah, I fill up a cup with that red and I know it might kill me (Hi-Tech Tech)
I throwed on the animal print and it got me bougie
I sold my coke in the cold, the sweater was Coogi
I can't forget my bros, we make a zoovie
I am not supposed to be fuckin' these bitches, they jockin' my dick on the low
I got her on lean (Woo), I got her on beans (Woo)
She down to my team, man, I'm cuttin' up a ring, man
Fully loaded magazines, shout out to the gangland
And I can't even sleep
I been already geeked for seven days
Put the wood on that Banshee
I position her more than seven ways
I got black cards and Visas, I'm gettin' paid
I'm sittin' in the dark, ain't got shades
Take all the tablets and go to space

Hi-Tech Tech, yeah-yeah
Hi-Tech Tech, yeah-yeah
Big ol' jet, yeah-yeah (Big ol' jet)
Big ass TEC, yeah-yeah
Big ass bitch, yeah-yeah (Big ol' bitch)
Thick lil' shit, yeah-yeah
I'm gettin' my money, yeah-yeah (Hi-Tech Tech)
I'm gettin' this rich, yeah-yeah
Hi-Tech Tech
Hi-Tech Tech, Hi-Tech Tech (Yeah-yeah)
Hi-Tech Tech (Yeah-yeah)




Future Touch The Sky Lyrics

(Southside on the track, yeah)
Yeah
Got the 'Rari outside, got the Maybach outside, no lie, no lie
(Got the 'Rari outside, got the Maybach outside, no lie, no lie)

In the penthouse in my room, I can touch the sky, yeah, yeah
I just woke up with a dime, holdin' a nine, yeah, yeah
I just stuffed a Backwood with a three-five, yeah, yeah
Off the top rope, Andre the Giant, yeah, yeah

I just put a brand new Phantom on my credit card
I just bought the Rollie store with my credit card
Put two hundred racks on my bitch debit card
I put two hundred racks on your whole squad
I'm a big time nigga, I don't owe no niggas
Cut a five million-dollar check, I blow that nigga
Twenty million-dollar liquid, I can show that nigga
Aquafina on me drippin', you can't pour this, nigga
I perform with my drum, you must don't know me, nigga
Got a thoroughbred bitch down in Texas, nigga
I can tell she got a man from how she text me, nigga
I been flexin' all my life, you can't finesse me, nigga

I been in the bando with the chick
Buy Jimmy Choo sandals 'cause I'm rich
I put the pool on the top floor
These thot hoes, they free promo
I'ma keep my ho in Chanel, Coco
Puttin' butterfly doors on a four-door
Yeah, I been in the bando with the chick
Buy Jimmy Choo sandals 'cause I'm rich

I come through turbo, hit the switch (Come through turbo)
You only do pink diamonds when you rich (You only do pink diamonds)
I threw cotton candy diamonds on my bitch, yeah yeah
Got the Rollie face same Kansas City, yeah yeah
I'm just a walkin' drug store, don't you be mindin' me
I just spend ten thousand on a 'fit and I got that iron on me
I'm on a whole 'nother wave, I'm surfin' in a new Ferrari
I just been sippin', I'm drippin', I'm spillin', I'm shittin' on everybody
I got ten kilos on my wrist, yeah, yeah
Outer space froze, cold in my pics, yeah, yeah
Platinum ice, rose gold on my wrist, yeah, yeah
I got a closet for a condo

Got the 'Rari outside, got the Maybach outside, no lie, no lie
In the penthouse in my room, I can touch the sky, yeah, yeah
I just woke up with a dime, holdin' a nine, yeah, yeah
I just stuffed a Backwood with a three-five, yeah, yeah
Off the top rope, Andre the Giant, yeah, yeah

I've been in the bando with the chick
Buy Jimmy Choo sandals 'cause I'm rich




Future Solitaires Lyrics
(feat. Travis Scott)

[Future:]
(Wheezy outta here)

[Travis Scott:]
Solitary diamonds, solitary jewels
With a bitch that's shinin', lookin' like the moon
Said she wanna party, wanna let it loose
Bustin' out my back room, she ain't out the loop
It's jumpin', let it in (Ooh)
I put it out, they come in (Ooh)

[Future (Travis Scott):]
Came up off a brick
Bought a Richard Mille, my new watch don't tick
Drippin' in Louis V, made a movie, and Prada another film
It's the Don Dada, I stand this Lamborghini on one wheel
Twelve o'clock, and I got my gun clocked, and I'm on one pill
Monday all the way to Sunday, pick a time to drill
Gettin' my lettuce, I'm gettin' my paper, I'm gettin' my trees, woo, woo
One thousand percent, keep it one thousand with me woo, woo (yeah)
Started with my squad, so I can't chill
Money over bitches, gotta play the field
Coronavirus diamonds, you can catch the flu
Trap in bandos, walk in Jimmy Choo
Solitaries made a rockstar too (Ooh)
Solitary diamonds, I can show proof (Ooh)
That these bitches on me just like a pop group
I got racks on my mind and I can't lose (Yeah)
And I got solitary diamonds, solitary jewels
Watches full of baguettes, pockets full of blue (Yeah)
Solitary diamonds, solitary jewels
Girls gettin' naked in my swimming pool (Yeah)
I wanna take care you and your friends (Yeah)

[Travis Scott:]
Ooh
I put it out, they come in
Ooh (It's lit)
Radical decisions what we always choose
All the dogs is hungry and they sellin' food (Yeah)
Every time we do it, tend to hit the news
I don't want it if it's stiff or if that pussy loose
Runnin', know they gunnin' 'cause I got the juice
I been thuggin' since a youngin, brought that work to school
Floodin' all the hundreds, we done broke the pool
All this money bring the power, I didn't make the rules (Let's go)

[Future (Travis Scott):]
Sipping on codeine got my screws loose
Making all this money got my screws loose (Yeah)
Ridin' Lamborgini made her pussy juicy
Grippin' on the wheel, playin' in her pussy
Diamonds my neck been going crazy
I think I need to see a psychiatrist (Ooh)
Living in the streets and the gutter raised me
I know how to sell narcotics (Yeah)

[Travis Scott:]
When they let us off of lock', man, we gon' make that shit pop
Been humpin' wifey for so long, she got a limp when she walk
Got seven drops in four spots, I get to pick where I live
In the back they playin' twinsies like a Hugh Hefner zoo
On my teeth, these diamonds twinkle, in her legs a jacuzzi
I be tweakin' every day, I got some screws missin'
I keep an Air Max pump on me, no, not my 270s (Yeah)
And they know just where I be, it's like I'm 713 (Yeah)
Havin' money on this side is not the conversation (Yeah, yeah)
Solitary diamonds for my dawg inside, he waited, yeah (Straight up)

[Travis Scott (Future):]
Solitary diamonds, solitary jewels
With a bitch that's shinin', lookin' like the moon
Said she wanna party, wanna let it loose
Bustin' out my back room, she ain't out to loop
(I wanna take care you and your friends) ooh
I put it out, they come in, ooh




Future Ridin Strikers Lyrics

Riding strikers
Hotbox shit, gonna hotbox (Pluto)
I'm gonna cut 'em (You got somethin' to bring)

Riding strikers good, yeah
Riding strikers in the hood
Riding strikers through your hood (Ridin' strikers through), yeah
Ridin' strikers through your hood, yeah
Fuck a title, you got that rifle, you need to ride striker
Go for the Ferrari, a Spider, man, I had to ride striker
I taught my young niggas how to slide, go and get a striker
I put my young bitch in a G-Wag' she ridin' striker

I go to Jamaica then tag 'em with a hundred snipers
I dip the ice and go (Woo), I step out icy, frozen (Woo)
I hit professional (Woo), I have déjà vu, I know (Woo)
I'm gettin' my decimals (Woo), I'm going digital
Spazzin' in Jimmy Choo, bagged up plentiful
Tell me how I'm supposed to be sober in my interview (sober)
Last night I was growing up (I was in Fendi too)
Took flight, I've been going up (That's a ritual)
Passport and we going up like some animals
Addied up and I'm gassed up, change the temperature
Triple rows, tall hoes, they identical
Minute Maid, Hi-Tech splash (Goin' crazy)
Drug raids got me cold, got me cocky (Ahh)
Can't stand it, won't enjoy life if it ain't toxic
Cuban links, walking on ice, I don't play hockey
I was trained standin' on Front Street and I'm saucy
High pro, foul superstar codeine coughing
Cop a Porsche, cop a Range Rover, it's King Joffrey
Kick a door, smokin' sherm sticks, they opps, sees 'em
Piss poor, we sticking together like (Gang)
King Kong, I'm taking drugs out my body
Insane, inside my brain and my posse

Riding strikers good, yeah
Riding strikers in the hood
Riding strikers good, yeah
Ridin' strikers in the hood, yeah
Fuck a title, you got that rifle, you need to ride striker (Striker)
Go for the Ferrari, a Spider, man, I had to ride striker (Striker)
I taught my young niggas how to slide, go and get a striker
I put my young bitch in a G-Wag' she ridin' striker (Strike)

Riding strikers good
Riding strikers through your hood, yeah
Riding strikers through
Riding strikers through the hood, yeah
Yeah, riding strikers through your hood

The police need your help in tracking down a suspect in a bank robbery this morning on the city's north side
According to police, the suspect walked into the bank about nine this morning
Went straight to one of the tellers, handed over a note that said
"Put money in bag"

Hold on, pouring up the drank
Hold on, now I'm robbin' me a bank
Hold on, fucking on foreign
Hold on, that bitch with you ain't
Hold on, whippin' up foreign
Hold on, drive it like a tank
Hold on, pouring up drank
Hold on, 'bout to rob me a bank
Hold on, smokin' on pressure
Hold on, straight out a pound
Hold on, crazy-ass shooter (Crazy-ass shooter)
Hold on, sprayin' in the crowd (Sprayin' in the crowd)
Hold on, kill 'em on sight
Hold on, still go to trial
Hold on, nigga get life
Hold on, been scarred as a child
Hold on, rob me a bank
Rob me a bank
Hold on




Future One Of My Lyrics

Freeband, mm
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

One of my niggas got rich off bricks
One of my niggas got rich hittin' licks
One of my niggas got rich sellin' grass
One of my niggas got rich off swag
One of my niggas got rich off hoes
One of my niggas got rich off coke
One of my niggas be kickin' in doors
One of my niggas ain't got no soul

One of my niggas trappin' out his house
One of my niggas trappin' out a penthouse
One of my niggas don't talk, he a boss
One of my niggas come through, knock you off
One of my niggas drink syrup, no coughin'
One of my niggas be scamming, yeah
Bustin' checks, he the scammer of the year
One of my niggas comin' home in a year
One of my niggas got a body in here
One of my niggas on molly, need help
One of my niggas, he real when he rap
One of my niggas don't never play fair
One of my niggas be stalking the opps
He one of them niggas don't talk to the cops
One of my niggas turn a half to a block
One of my niggas got bags by the box

One of my niggas got rich off bricks
One of my niggas got rich hittin' licks
One of my niggas got rich sellin' grass
One of my niggas got rich off swag (One of my)
One of my niggas got rich off hoes
One of my niggas got rich off coke
One of my niggas be kickin' in doors (One of my)
One of my niggas ain't got no soul

Most of my niggas got rich nigga habits
Most of my niggas got rich nigga chains
Most of my niggas fuckin' rich nigga bitches
Most of my niggas done sold my cocaine
One of my niggas got rich off pills
Most of my niggas done got a few stains
One of my niggas be scamming, yeah
Bustin' checks, he the scammer of the year
One of my niggas comin' home in a year
(Home in a year, one of my)
One of my niggas got a body in here (One of my)
One of my niggas on molly, need help

One of my niggas got rich off bricks
One of my niggas got rich hittin' licks
One of my niggas got rich sellin' grass
One of my niggas got rich off swag
One of my niggas got rich off hoes
One of my niggas got rich off coke
One of my niggas be kickin' in doors
One of my niggas ain't got no soul




Future Posted With Demons Lyrics

Yeah
I was tryin' to tell you, "Be cool," 'cause I ain't never wanna see you goin' through it
I ain't even have to trap no more 'cause I was doing it too fluently
I told myself I would never rob nobody and then end up doin' it
(Who dat, Trell?)

Came off the block, I was posted with demons
You ain't did the shit I did
Came off the block, I was posted with demons
You ain't did the shit I did
Came off the block, I was posted with demons
You ain't did the shit I did
Came off the block, I was posted with demons
You ain't did the shit I did

All this dope I sold
I tell my real life, finna go cop me a Ghost
I was already ahead of the wave
Now I gotta go out and buy me a boat
Rich nigga fuckin' on the baddest bitch
I still fuck an average bitch
I be on some savage shit
Ran it up with this rappin' shit

I'm casually pimpin' these bitches
I don't give a fuck if the bitch is Catholic
I give zero fucks
You can worship the devil, bitch, just drop me these bricks
I got the preacher's daughter
Sellin' pussy, bitch gon' make me rich
I might've fucked the lil' thot on the strength
Or because it was late and a nigga was lit (Woah)
Came off the block, I was just posted up
With all the demons and did what I did
Codeine, Wock', plastic Glock
Drop my top, pull off on a cop (Skrrt)
Broke a block, down to rock
Disturbin' the peace like I'm Chris
I'm not an average street nigga, stop frontin'
Puttin' diamonds on you, bitch
Codeine, Wock', plastic Glock
Killed the box, got sloppy top
I just wet this nigga, bitch
Codeine, Wock', plastic Glock
Broke a block, down to rock
Disturbin' the peace, like I'm Chris

Came off the block, I was posted with demons
You ain't did the shit I did
Came off the block, I was posted with demons
You ain't did the shit I did
Came off the block, I was posted with demons
You ain't did the shit I did
Came off the block, I was posted with demons

All this dope I sold
I tell my real life, finna go cop me a Ghost
I was already ahead of the wave
Now I gotta go out and buy me a boat
Rich nigga fuckin' on the baddest bitch
I still fuck an average bitch
I be on some savage shit
Ran it up with this rappin' shit

I can't never forget when I was starvin', that shit make me sick
I wouldn't care if I never seened your face again, you crazy bitch
All this ice on, you can see through tint when it's just three percent
Black and stone, my diamonds on, Sylvester Stallone
Sylvester Stallone diamonds, yeah
No, these not the wrong diamonds
Sylvester Stallone diamonds, yeah
No, these not the wrong diamonds
(These not the wrong diamonds)
You can see with your eyes on your own
I done went against odds before
Makin' it, takin' it, they see the wrong
If the streets don't kill you first, nigga
It's gon' make you strong
I done came from out the dirty, nigga
Buried the money in the floor
I got racks on me and I'm froze
Rockin' tennis chains on you hoes

Came off the block, I was posted with demons
You ain't did the shit I did
Came off the block, I was posted with demons
You ain't did the shit I did
Came off the block, I was posted with demons
You ain't did the shit I did
Came off the block, I was posted with—
You ain't did the shit I did




Future Hard To Choose One Lyrics

Yeah, it's Pluto
Pluto (Yeah, Freebandz), you dig, you dig
Yeah (Yeah, yeah)
Yeah (Yeah, 808 Mafia)
Yeah, yeah (Yeah, yeah)

Motor in the back with the trunk in the front
Smokin' on gas, three-five in a blunt
Poppin' them tags, it's one of a one
I got them chopsticks, ain't going to lunch
Came out the creek, had to drop off a ton
Made it off the streets, I came up from a crumb
Two thousand just for the shoes I put on
Spin out and do a three-sixty for nothin' (Skrrt)
Freestylin' while I got kush in my lung
Crocodile Burberry, that's what I'm on (Brrt, brrt)
Packed out the club, that's a quarter million (Brrt, brrt)
High-priced fashion, Italian, Milan (Fashion)
If she get attached, then I'm goin' on the run (She get attached)
Took the big batch and I can't feel my tongue (Took the big batch)
Hundreds of baddies, it's hard to choose one (Hundreds of baddies)
Green light the shooters, it's already done (Brrt, brrt, brrt)

Green light the shooters, they already on you
Take a few Addies, then go in a coma
Takin' and rappin', them bales my diploma
Drivin' my space coupe, goin' to Daytona
Line 'round the corner like Ronald McDonald's
Count on my llama, you call me Obama
Whippin' that bird like the Number 1 Stunna
Put on reserve, she come when I want her
Hop in the vert, it go over two hundred
She kept it real with her, shout outs to London
I bought her Gucci, she bought me a chopper
Money and sex is bringin' me problems
But I'm at my best when I'm runnin' through models
Look at your rings, you done dipped 'em in vodka
Talkin' Emilio Pucci, I got 'em
Came out the trap, a hood nigga role model

Motor in the back with the trunk in the front
Smokin' on gas, three-five in a blunt
Poppin' them tags, it's one of a one
I got them chopsticks, ain't going to lunch
Came out the creek, had to drop off a ton
Made it off the streets, I came up from a crumb
Two thousand just for the shoes I put on
Spin out and do a three-sixty for nothin' (Skrrt)
Freestylin' while I got kush in my lung
Crocodile Burberry, that's what I'm on (Brrt, brrt)
Packed out the club, that's a quarter million (Brrt, brrt)
High-priced fashion, Italian, Milan (Fashion)
If she get attached, then I'm goin' on the run (She get attached)
Took the big batch and I can't feel my tongue (Took the big batch)
Hundreds of baddies, it's hard to choose one (808 Mafia)
Green light the shooters, it's already done (Brrt, brrt, brrt)

Crashed out on pills, but it's makin' me numb (Let's go)
I paid the bill, you consider it done (Pay the bill)
Trap in the field, made a mll' on my own (Trap in the field)
Peel off the seal on that Hi-Tech for fun (Yeah)
Cash out on diamonds, Italian, Milan (Cashin' out)
One hundred bad bitches havin' fun (What's up?)
Rollin' off X and I can't feel my arms
Platinum ice on me, it's clearer than Pátron
Money and power, it got me on meds
Load up my rifle, I don't go to bed
Coppin' a Viper gon' make them upset
Fuckin' rich niggas gon' get you baguettes
Pussy was leakin', I fucked on a jet
We made a bond to never forget
Cancel that ho, she tried fuck up my check
Get in this Lambo', this not a Corvette (Skrrt, skrrt)

Motor in the back with the trunk in the front
Smokin' on gas, three-five in a blunt
Poppin' them tags, it's one of a one
I got them chopsticks, ain't going to lunch
Came out the creek, had to drop off a ton
Made it off the streets, I came up from a crumb
Two thousand just for the shoes I put on
Spin out and do a three-sixty for nothin'
Freestylin' while I got kush in my lung
Crocodile Burberry, that's what I'm on (Let's go)
Packed out the club, that's a quarter million
High-priced fashion, Italian, Milan (Brrt, brrt, brrt)
If she get attached, then I'm goin' on the run
Took the big batch and I can't feel my tongue
Hundreds of baddies, it's hard to choose one
Green light the shooters, it's already done (Hundreds of bad bitches)

Brrt, brrt
Hundreds of bad bitches
Hundreds of bad bitches
Hundreds of bad bitches
Hundreds of baddies, it's hard to choose one




Future Trillionaire Lyrics
(feat. YoungBoy Never Broke Again)

[Future:]
I was so high out my mind, I thought I wasn't gon' see tomorrow
Yeah
Stayin' ten toes down with my head up (Woah)
Teezy on the beat (Teezy on the beat)
Mafia the dream, we just gon' chase it
[YoungBoy Never Broke Again:]
I was talkin' to, um, I was talkin' to Slime when I said, um
I think I asked him do he think, do he think I could do seven
Then he said "Bro, you fuckin', is you fuckin' crazy?" That nigga said, "Hell yeah"
Then he said some other shit behind that

[YoungBoy Never Broke Again & Future:]
Reportin' straight out of the slums (Slums)
From rags to riches, I got me some bitches and I changed up how I come (Come)
In a drought when your pockets got mumps (Mumps)
These niggas believin' in nothin'
Ran up my sack, you know I ain't dumb
Wherever I'm goin', I pull up with somethin' (Doot-doot-doot)
38, Atlanta, Lil Haiti (Haiti)
Where I'm from, it's hard to make it (Make it)
I'll never let 'em take it (Take it)
Grammys, I was nominated (Woah)
Told that bitch that I'm leavin', so face it (Face it)
Get a new ho and have me a baby (Baby)
Out the jungle, I conquered and made it (I made it)
It still don't feel like I'm famous (Famous)

Feel like they don't feel me now, yeah (They don't feel me now)
Fill it up, stuntin', they see me now, yeah (Yeah, I'm stuntin', they see me now)
I'm steps away, I can't stop now (I can't)
No, I won't let you waste my time (Yeah)

Surrounded by some millionaires (Oh-woah)
And I know I'ma be one when I walk off
Feel like I can be a trillionaire (Oh-woah)
Yeah I'ma be the one that they talk 'bout
Yeah

[Future:]
I'ma be the one they talk about
I'ma be the one they envy, yeah
Hate it when you made it out the struggle
Love to see a nigga in the trenches (Pluto)
Went to sleep, had a few nightmares, nigga just left off a mission
I'm the one paid my dues, dropped out of school, now I'm winnin'
I had a girl with some red hair, made a nigga feel like Chapo (Freebandz)
Just got off the phone with vato, know a young nigga gon' kill somethin'
I wanna get me a mil' ticket, my young nigga wanna get his murders up
Gotta go get me a million, spend half of it on convertibles
Jumpin' off the porch, no daddy, had to go and get mine out the gutter
Came up poor and ashy, now a nigga take care of my mother (Swear)
Wish I had a cure on sickle cell, hate to see my sister suffer (Got you)
You can never put a price on how much I love her

[YoungBoy Never Broke Again:]
Surrounded by some millionaires (Oh-woah)
And I know I'ma be one when I walk off
Feel like I can be a trillionaire (Oh-woah)
Yeah I'ma be the one that they talk 'bout

[Future & YoungBoy Never Broke Again:]
Feel like they don't feel me now (Like they don't feel me now)
Flexed up, stuntin', they see me now, yeah (Yeah, I'm stuntin', they see me now)
I'm steps away, I can't stop now (I can't)
No, I won't let you waste my time (Yeah)

[Future:]
Represent out the gutter, yeah, yeah
Fell in love with my Cartier, yeah
Go to war 'bout my brother, yeah, yeah
I'll kill 'bout my brother, yeah, yeah
Used to sleep on the floor, yeah, yeah
Used to kick in the door, yeah, yeah
I finesse with the bros, yeah, yeah




Future Harlem Shake Lyrics
(feat. Young Thug)

[Future:]
Chopper make him do the Harlem Shake
(Wheezy Beats)
Ayy

Trap money, ayy
Snow bunnies, ayy
Trap money, ayy
Push start, ayy
Racks tall, ayy
Never fall, ayy
Guitar, ayy
Play with racks, ayy
Trap star, ayy
Brett Favre, ayy
Money, cars, ayy
Cook hard, ayy
White chalk, ayy
Nonstop, ayy
Chopper make him do the Harlem Shake

[Young Thug:]
YSL, ayy (Ayy)
Saint Laurent, ayy (Ayy)
Smart curve TV (What?)
Smart car, ayy (Skrrt)
Grab cutter, ayy (Ayy)
Let it spark, ayy (Brrat)
Grab a jet, ayy (Ayy)
Let's depart, ayy (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
AK swang, Glock blastin' hard, ayy (Ayy, ayy)
Ayy, ayy, let that Lamborghini Urus talk, ayy (Slatt, ayy)
The chopper gon' pop it, just feel it, kneel it, woah, ayy (Ayy)
Ayy, ayy, cruise control with a cop, ayy

[Future:]
Trap money, ayy
Snow bunnies, ayy
Trap money, ayy
Push start, ayy
Racks tall, ayy
Never fall, ayy
Guitar, ayy
Play with racks, ayy
Trap star, ayy
Brett Favre, ayy
Money, cars, ayy
Cook hard, ayy
White chalk, ayy
Nonstop, ayy
Chopper make him do the Harlem Shake

Ray Charles, ayy
You can still see him shinin'
Drag racer, ayy
Came through the trap glidin'
Ran out of garbage space
Shit on you niggas, parquet
Ayy, all this gas on me, I open up a gas station
Spent a kilo on a mink coat, ayy, ayy, ayy
Lil' shawty want some Henny and co-co, ayy, ayy
Racks everywhere, Alpo, ayy
Chopper make him do the Harlem Shake

Trap money, ayy
Snow bunnies, ayy
Trap money, ayy
Push start, ayy
Racks tall, ayy
Never fall, ayy
Guitar, ayy
Play with racks, ayy
Trap star
Brett Favre
Money, cars
Cook hard, ayy
White chalk, ayy
Nonstop, ayy
Chopper make him do the Harlem Shake

Do the Harlem Shake
Har-Har-Har-Harlem Shake, Harlem Shake




Future Up The River Lyrics

Yeah, yeah, I'm tryna go back in time, watch 'em freeze up
I'm tryna— I'll smoke some herb, mamacita, yeah
Some things you say, I don't believe you, yeah
These just the ways of the world, but we still takin' chances, yeah
These just the ways of the world, but a nigga still livin' (Will-A-Fool)

The way I'm shinin' every day, you might get blinded
I'm out my mind every day, I feel like flyin'
If you don't fuck with me, my nigga, I don't give a fuck
I got some partners, they gon' send you up the river
I keep the same aesthetics, I got the fuel unleaded
I never forget it

Hit my numbers, watch it pile up, I could hit the Lotto
I can guarantee you I'm the one they got they style from

Times is gettin' hard and my money got older
Droppin' back the top, I got the world on my shoulder
Over and over, gotta pour up, gotta roll up
Gotta cover up my war wounds, no time to be sober
Flawless clarity blindin' my demons
You givin' life a new meanin' when you dreamin'
On the block, we was schemin', servin' fiends and
Rollin' dice on the cement, yeah
I came from nothin', no, I don't want from nothin'
They schemin' on my blessings, yeah
Could've been the devil, but maybe it was karma
Surrounded by the drama, oh, yeah
Need to get my conscience back
I can feel chronic in my chest
Sometimes I feel like I'm runnin' out of breath
Hustlin' until the sun come
Feelin' like the last Don left

The way I'm shinin' every day, you might get blinded
I'm out my mind every day, I feel like flyin'
If you don't fuck with me, my nigga, I don't give a fuck
I got some partners, they gon' send you up the river (Dead)
I keep the same aesthetics, I got the fuel unleaded
I never forget it, never forget it

Ain't got no room for no mistakes, ain't no 'flauging
It's the road I took, it was cloudy, it was foggy
Pour four and I'ma smoke up like I'm Marley
It was cold I remember days I was hungry
Ran up, gettin' paid, nigga gettin' cocky
Give a fuck what a nigga say, pockets stocky
Came a long way from sellin' dope to ice rocky
All this platinum ice in the face, feelin' godly
When it's said and done, I'ma make a billion like Kylie
Bitches feed me grapes because I'm grateful and I'm stylee
Ain't got time to wait on niggas, I'm goin' to catch a body
Ain't got time to wait on niggas, I'm goin' to catch a body

The way I'm shinin' every day, you might get blinded
I'm out my mind every day, I feel like flyin'
If you don't fuck with me, my nigga, I don't give a fuck
I got some partners, they gon' send you up the river (Dead)
I keep the same aesthetics, I got the fuel unleaded
I never forget it

Hit my numbers, watch it pile up, I could hit the Lotto
I can guarantee you I'm the one they got they style from




Future Pray For A Key Lyrics

Woah, woah, woah
Woah, woah, woah

Used to pray for a key, ask God to send me a bird
Got the drop on my opps, I'm never gon' say a word
It's time to go berserk, I've been dying to go berserk
Grey Poupon, spillin' wine on your shirt
Went on a stain, after I hit it, had to go to church
Selling cocaine, cookin' up chickens, don't nobody care
And I done spent countless nights workin' inside the kitchen
Drivin' in the car, smoke an ounce in sixty minutes
Used to pray for a key, ask God to send me a bird
Got the drop on my opps, I'm never gon' say a word
It's time to go berserk, I've been dying to go berserk
Grey Poupon, spillin' wine on your shirt
Went on a stain, after I hit it, had to go to church
Selling cocaine, cookin' up chickens, don't nobody care
And I done spent countless nights workin' inside the kitchen
Drivin' in the car, smoke an ounce in sixty minutes

Smoking green loud, grape Gushers, yeah
Hangin' in the trap where I learned to hustle, yeah
Flex, I done doubled up my cup
Can't explain the way I grind, can't explain it (Don't change up)
Sold nickles, sold dime bags, now I'm famous
Been posted up with the murder squad, we're all hangin'
Stayed low in the cut, had to fake it 'til a nigga made it (I did)
I'm the same nigga I've been, every single day, I'm gettin' faded
I was gettin' it in times ten when the police raided
Soon as I elevated, finessin' went elegant
They can't tell I was vicious when I was treacherous
I could've failed, I turned it up and went executive, yeah (Pluto)

Used to pray for a key, ask God to send me a bird
Got the drop on my opps, I'm never gon' say a word
It's time to go berserk, I've been dying to go berserk
Grey Poupon, spillin' wine on your shirt
Went on a stain, after I hit it, had to go to church
Selling cocaine, cookin' up chickens, don't nobody care
And I done spent countless nights workin' inside the kitchen
Drivin' in the car, smoke an ounce in sixty minutes

Order up six hundred bottles and sixty bitches
I been havin' bitches starstruck, don't get in your feelings
I been countin', oh yeah, I'ma keep it a trillion (Yeah)
Changing up velocity because of curiosity
I had to kill the cat, I'ma tell the truth
Five-star bitch wearing all white and I got it (Murder)
Kept it true, dressed her up like a stylist (Murder)
Pick any car you want just like you hit the lottery (Woah, woah)
Diamonds are forever for you, yes, an eternity (Woah, woah)
Niggas can't be fucking with you, they're just like burnin' me (Woo)
Need a down bitch that can transport a kilo (Super)
I need a down bitch, purse fat like a sumo (Ayy)
Keep it one thousand

Used to pray for a key, ask God to send me a bird
Got the drop on my opps, I'm never gon' say a word
It's time to go berserk, I've been dying to go berserk
Grey Poupon, spillin' wine on your shirt
Went on a stain, after I hit it, had to go to church (Go to church)
Selling cocaine, cookin' up chickens, don't nobody care
And I done spent countless nights workin' inside the kitchen
Drivin' in the car, smoke an ounce in sixty minutes

Used to pray for a key




Future Too Comfortable Lyrics

Better not get too comfortable
Bitch, don't get too comfortable
Better not get too comfortable
Bitch, don't get too comfortable
Better not get too comfortable
Bitch, don't get too comfortable
Better not get too comfortable
Bitch, don't get too comfortable
Better not get too comfortable

Four or five hoes, stuff 'em in a Lamborghini, yeah
Swapped out of public housing, go and get a genie
Three, four stacks on a chinchilla beanie
Got a cup full of mud and I'm draped in Celine, yeah
Can't think for yourself, gotta think for the team, yeah
Fuck me like a star, gotta treat me like a king, yeah
Gotta roll with a chopper with a certain amount of bling, yeah

Bitch, don't get too comfortable
Better not get too comfortable

Yeah, swerve in a bulletproof coupe, yeah
If I got to, I'll shoot out the roof, yeah
Turbo 63, shawty look blackanese
I keep it a G, Louis V
Came with a duffle bag full of mulah
I put the fragrance on you, Pucci
Got my attention, stay exclusive
Put her in the Rolls Royce and Givenchy
It's hard to stay sober when I'm spinnin'
It's hard to stay faithful when you winnin'
Showin' you're grateful and independent
Fuck all the danger
Spray all the strangers, you get too close
I said three hundred but the Range really four
You talkin' back to me, I'ma cut your throat

Bitch, don't get too comfortable
Better not get too comfortable
Better not get too comfortable, yeah
Bitch, don't get too comfortable
Better not get too comfortable
Better not get too comfortable

Four or five hoes, stuff 'em in a Lamborghini, yeah
Swapped out of public housing, go and get a genie
Three, four stacks on a chinchilla beanie
Got a cup full of mud and I'm draped in Celine, yeah
Can't think for yourself, gotta think for the team

I'm thinkin' colossal
I'm thinkin' 'bout flyin' the vibes out, goin' tropical
I know I'm impeccable
Seen what these niggas can do when that shit get federal
Caught in between, eatin' up a queen
Eatin' up a bean like vegetables
Step out on the scene livin' like a king
I know this game can be treacherous
They was thinkin' that it couldn't be done
And now it's tangible
Tell me how you get this comfortable
You're wearin' a wild animal
Simply did it because they said it couldn't be done
Then I went beyond
Can't even pay for my son
He on probation, they revoked his bond, yeah
Gotta light another blunt, yeah
I'm not a publicity stunt, yeah
I done been through more shit this month than a nigga been through in a lifetime
Cut a few niggas and bitches off
They were just wastin' my time
Pretty and fine, the way this girl designed
I hope she can read my mind

Bitch, don't get too comfortable
Better not get too comfortable
Better not get too comfortable, yeah
Bitch, don't get too comfortable
Better not get too comfortable
Better not get too comfortable

Four or five hoes, stuff 'em in a Lamborghini, yeah
Swapped out of public housing, go and get a genie
Three, four stacks on a chinchilla beanie
Got a cup full of mud and I'm draped in Celine, yeah
Can't think for yourself, gotta think for the team

Bitch, don't get too comfortable
Better not get too comfortable
Better not get too comfortable, yeah
Bitch, don't get too comfortable
Better not get too comfortable
Better not get too comfortable





Future All Bad Lyrics
(feat. Lil Uzi Vert)

[Lil Uzi Vert:]
It's Lil Uzi Vert
Let's go
Yeah (Ayy, Brandon, man, why you do that?)
One, two, three, hello (Woah)

I won't never call back, if I hang up, I mean it, yeah
That mean it was all bad, I think I'm better off leavin', yeah
I don't have time for stressin', no more time for disagreements, no
Too many girls, what you call that? Got 'em all in line, they fiendin', yeah

[Future:]
Yeah, I got too many type of girls, yeah
I'm from a whole different world, yeah
I got one shine in the light, yeah
She remind me of a pearl, yeah
I am way smarter than you, uh
You chase the nut like a squirrel, yeah
Drinkin' that pineapple juice, yeah
I throw it up, never hurl, yeah

[Lil Uzi Vert:]
My nickname Young Spend It
I get the money, get that by the plenty (Woah)
Used to go to Starlets to see K Benji, uh
Now I got YellowDol on me (Me)
You can't get this style for free
Look at me, uh, bad bitch on me
Yeah, my bitch rock all Fenty
Got a bitch look just like RiRi (What else?)
Christian Dior all on my feet
Pull up a suit, that shit a three-piece
That girl say she a vegan, but I swear
That girl still know how to eat meat
Why you keep talkin' about leavin' me?
I ain't never been to DR
And I ain't never been to the Republics
On a long ass flight, can't get no sleep
Broke ass nigga can't talk to me
That's the reason why I put diamonds in my teeth
I get money for so long that I'm countin' this paper in my dream
Everything I get turn to brûlée
So your bitch pull up 'til I make her cream
And you know I do this shit just for myself
But you know I do this shit just for my team

[Future:]
I won't never call back, if I hang up, I mean it, yeah
That mean it was all bad, think I'm better off leavin', yeah
I don't have time for stress, I don't have time for disagreements, yeah
Too many girls 'posed to call back, I got 'em all in line, they fiendin', yeah

[Lil Uzi Vert:]
I got too many different type of girls, yeah
I'm from a whole different world, yeah
I got one shine in the light, uh
She remind me of a pearl, yeah
I am way smarter than you, uh
You chase a nut like a squirrel, yeah
Drinkin' that wine, off a two, uh
I throw it up, never hurl, yeah (Oh my God)

[Future:]
I got too many type of girls, yeah
I got a whole lot of flavors, yeah
Fuck around, fuck on my neighbor's friend
I think she just might been Arabian
I already fixed me a visa, yeah
She eat it up, know I'm a beast
I know I been leanin', I know she been dreamin'
I can make her dreams come true, yeah
Baby, that don't mean I blew off her roofs
I drip drip, made the pussy get loose
Might be in a Tom panini suits
And she got Cha-nay-nay on her too
When I'm in Tom Ford and I'm in the strip club
Can't let the cheap pussy get too close
I just spent twenty thousand dollars on my outfit
And I had a bitch pullin' up in the Ghost
Niggas see the wrist when it flick and it's froze
If I hang up, don't call back at all
Switched up lens and I switched my broad
I'll never switch up on my dawgs
I can tell the real from the fake and the fraud
One-three-hundo sit in the garage
Rather tell the truth, but I know it's gon' hurt
Had to put a little bitty bitch on a shirt, for sure-ski

I won't never call back, if I hang up, I mean it, yeah (For sure-ski)
That mean it was all bad, I think I'm better off leavin', yeah
I don't have time for stress, I don't have time for disagreements, yeah
Too many girls 'posed to call back, I got 'em all in line, they fiendin', yeah

Yeah, I got too many type of girls, yeah
I'm from a whole different world, yeah
I got one shine in the light, yeah
She remind me of a pearl, yeah
I am way smarter than you, uh
You chase the nut like a squirrel, yeah
Drinkin' that pineapple juice, yeah
I throw it up, never hurl, yeah

[Lil Uzi Vert:]
I won't never call back, if I hang up, I mean it, yeah
That mean it was all bad, oh my God
I don't have time for stressin', no more time for disagreements, no
Too many girls, what you call that? (Let's go)

I got too many different type of girls, yeah (Woah)
I'm from a whole different world, yeah
I got one shine in the light, uh
She remind me of a pearl, yeah
I am way smarter than you, uh
You chase the nut like a squirrel, yeah
Drinkin' that wine, off a two, uh
I throw it up, never hurl, yeah




Future Outer Space Bih Lyrics

Yeah, California ridin', woah, woah, woah
Woah, woah, woah
Yeah

Rocking icy watches, woah, woah, woah
California ridin', woah, woah, woah
Bad lil' hottie, woah woah, woah
And she know Pilates, woah, woah, woah
Rocking icy watches, woah, woah, woah
California ridin', woah, woah, woah
Pineapple Tropicana, outer space bitch
I bought the Presi' plain and gave it a face lift

Would have cheated at 3 p.m., smash your bitch on day shift
Gotta always keep me a ten, woah, woah, woah
Got fucked in the back of my Benz, woah, woah, woah
I was already on I-10 with the Lord, Lord, Lord
Got a pound on the backseat, I'ma drivin' drug store
Money stretchin', elastic
We buy them APs out the plastic
Man, they got my Sky-Dweller out the casket
Gotta make these niggas pay taxes
Spent 30K on one jacket
We send them bitches 'round the atlas
I told her throw it till she gaggin'

Rocking icy watches, woah, woah, woah
California ridin', woah, woah, woah
Bad lil' hottie, woah woah, woah
And she know Pilates, woah, woah, woah
Rocking icy watches, woah, woah, woah
California ridin', woah, woah, woah
Pineapple Tropicana, outer space bitch
I bought the Presi' plain and gave it a face lift

She was attached to me like fleas, what it do?
White diamonds, but they look light blue
I always rep my family, I respect them brothers 'cause I got juice, too
I swear to God, he didn't die, he eatin' chicken soup
I'm Shaq size in the field, how I feel
Those bitch, I leave them hoes in tears
I'm mad scientist, but the chronic getting its grip
I got like two G-Wagens in my ears
Man, I've been heavyweight, fuck, for some years
I dedicate everything, she feel it in her rear
Man, I ain't never gonna change I'm worth a hundred mill
We gone make them niggas mad when them checks clear, yeah

Rocking icy watches, woah, woah, woah
California ridin', woah, woah, woah
Bad lil' hottie, woah woah, woah
And she know Pilates, woah, woah, woah
Rocking icy watches, woah, woah, woah
California ridin', woah, woah, woah
Pineapple Tropicana, outer space bitch
I bought the Presi' plain and gave it a face lift

Woah, woah, woah




Future Accepting My Flaws Lyrics

Was there to see all of the real raw shit, but you ain't stay
Well, I got— kept it all to myself, you know what I mean? Haha
It's understandable
You know exactly who a motherfucker is, though
You know what I'm saying?
You know exactly who a motherfucker is
You could've been right here with a motherfucker, but you ain't wanna be right here with a motherfucker
How the fuck you gon' look at me now and try to holler at me like we motherfuckin' friends?
You know we ain't no motherfuckin' friends

Yeah, nigga
You know how I fuckin' get it
I know I ain't perfect, you know what I'm sayin'?
Perfect
That's my rider, nigga (808 Mafia)
Shawty, ride with me

Lord, forgive me, I've been on a rampage
Grim Reaper ridin' in the Rolls Royce, yeah, yeah
Spent a day to sober up, then I popped me one up
I can't pop up when I want with her, she popular
I've been tryna fight my demons, I've been tryna fight my cup
I always tell her she my therapy, I told her it was rough
She acceptin' all my flaws, I got diamonds with the cut
I've been sufferin' withdrawals, missin' out on real love

Different, you a angel, true to me
They gon' try to convince me that it's different
But I know, it's in my spirit and I can feel it, yeah
She don't bring up when these bitches bein' miserable and typical
Take my blood, baby, we goin' digital
Thousand dollar ski boots by Perry Ellis
And I don't plan on taking no ski trip, they even drip (Woo)
Chanel fanny pack out in Egypt, ain't no reason
Gucci bucket hat for all my heathens
Temporary distractions, ain't no grievin' 'cause they reachin'
Copy and they clone what I'm feedin', they be thievin'
China white in my home, be strategic, I gotta feed ya
Grind up on my own 'cause I see how they mistreat me
Don't you let 'em turn you on me, I see it, I can peep it
Pill like white Patron, I can see it, you conceited
Talkin' on the phone, and yeah, my tone mischievous
Plastic or the chrome, whatever we need to keep us heated
Canary yellow stone, girl, shine on my demons
I feel it in my bones when you takin' out my semen
I purchased a couple Cashmere sweaters this evening
Take you for a walk in the park like a deacon
Half a ticket, pullin' up on you and mamacita
Give you the keys in her face to show her how I treat you
I'm takin' you out on dinner dates, got Franklins like Aretha
Trained in the war zone, codeine in my one liter
Pain in my attitude, it's vicious and it's lethal
Came off the avenue and ran into a diva
Broken-hearted, baby had me down, had to get you
You out the garden, baby, I'm from the jungle with the leeches
Clouded my lungs up and I slowly started speakin'
Rain, thunderin', showin' you grace for this meetin'
Givin' you compliments throughout that day and the weekend
Fall in love with revenge, hopin' that'll kill my demons
Sittin' out on my porch, I'm in disbelief
Give me glory, give me Lori, that's victory
I'm gonna drop your name, is it chemistry?
Fuck this money and fame if it's meant to be
Like a rock star showin' up at a symphony
Rock hard, pissin' on my enemy
Fuck 'em all, we don't show 'em sympathy
Her favorite color blue, I bought her Tiffany
Out the trap spot, I got my dope degree
They persuaded me, they gon' try to persuade you, believe
Had laid it and played it and stayed in it for weeks
Mistakes like earthquakes, they can't break us a piece
I'm not Catholic but had to have a talk with the priest
Acrobatic flips, gettin' European cash 'cross the seat
It's so radical, automatic-al, I'm knowin' we elite
Fascinated by the lifestyle, you know it bring greed
Fascinated by your fiestiness, okay
Fascinated over your crisis, it's warfare
When we roll one, we converse, we like orphans
Coast to coast, float the ocean like a starfish
Check my post, I'ma toast to the heartless
That's why I'm prayin' for better days on this continent
I don't need a ghost to write my promises
You boost my confidence

Lord, forgive me, I've been on a rampage
Grim Reaper ridin' in the Rolls Royce, yeah, yeah
Spent a day to sober up, then I popped me one up
I can't pop up when I want with her, she popular
I've been tryna fight my demons, I've been tryna fight my cup
I always tell her she my therapy, I told her it was rough
She acceptin' all my flaws, I got diamonds with the cut
I've been sufferin' withdrawals, missin' out on real love




Future Life Is Good Lyrics
(feat. Drake)

[Drake:]
Workin' on a weekend like usual
Way off in the deep end like usual
Niggas swear they passed us, they doin' too much
Haven't done my taxes, I'm too turnt up
Virgil got a Patek on my wrist goin' nuts
Niggas caught me slippin' once, okay, so what?
Someone hit your block up, I'd tell you if it was us
Manor house in Rosewood, this shit too plush

Say my days are numbered, but I keep wakin' up
Know you see my texts, baby, please say some
Wine by the glass, your man a cheapskate, huh?
Niggas gotta move off my release day, huh
Bitch, this is fame, not clout
I don't even know what that's about, watch your mouth
Baby got a ego twice the size of the crib
I can never tell her shit, it is what it is (What)
Said what I had to and did what I did (Ayy)
Never turn my back on FBG, God forbid
Virgil got the Patek on my wrist doin' front flips
Givin' you my number, but don't hit me on no dumb shit

Workin' on a weekend like usual
Way off in the deep end like usual (Like usual)
Niggas swear they passed us, they doin' too much
Haven't done my taxes, I'm too turnt up
Virgil got a Patek on my wrist goin' nuts
Niggas caught me slippin' once, okay, so what?
Someone hit your block up, I'd tell you if it was us
Manor house in Rosewood, this shit too plush

[Future:]
It's cool, man, got red bottoms on
Life is good, you know what I mean? Like

Yeah, hunnid thousand for the cheapest ring on a nigga finger, lil' bitch, woo
I done flew one out to Spain to be in my domain and Audemars-ed the bitch, woo
Dropped three dollars on a ring, cost a Bentley truck, lil' bitch, woo
I was in the trap servin' cocaine, I ain't been the same since, woo

Granny, she was standin' right there while I catch a play on a brick, woo
I make them lil' niggas go haywire, Taliban in this bitch, woo
I done been down bad in them trenches, had to ride with that stick, woo
Who gave you pills? Who gave you that dust? Pluto sent you on a lick, woo
Too many convicts that roll with me to play in this shit, woo
I'm tryna avoid nonsense, get Osama spray in this bitch, woo
They at the candlelight lightin' it up, nigga, anybody can get it, woo
I'm on a PJ lightin' it up, Backwood full of sticky, woo
I'm tryna tote that Draco in London and it's extended, woo
They gotta stretch a nigga out, we gon' die for this shit, woo
Yeah, I ride for my niggas, I lie to my bitch, woo
We some poor, high-class niggas, made it, we rich, yeah
I was at the bando, got a penthouse for a closet, woo
It's like a chandelier on my neck, my wrist, woo
I got pink toes that talk different languages, woo
Got Promethazine in my blood and Percocet, yeah

Hunnid thousand for the cheapest ring on a nigga finger, lil' bitch, woo
I done flew one out to Spain to be in my domain and Audemars-ed the bitch, woo
Dropped three dollars on a ring, cost a Bentley truck, lil' bitch, woo
I was in the trap servin' cocaine, I ain't been the same since, woo

Racks by the ton, I call up Serena
I go tremendo for new fettuccine
All fact though, carat the pinky
All fact though, we ordered the Fiji
I'm in the loop with the voo, I'm in the loop with the woo, which one you workin'?
I'll put your face on the news, I'll put the pussy on the shirt after I murk it
Then make 'em go shoot up the hearse, cost me a quarter bird, nigga, it's worth it
And you a maniac, a fuckin' alien, how you splurgin'?
Got that kitty cat, I'm havin' fun with that, goin' Birkin

Yeah, hunnid thousand for the cheapest ring on a nigga finger, lil' bitch, woo
I done flew one out to Spain to be in my domain and Audemars-ed the bitch, woo
Dropped three dollars on a ring, cost a Bentley truck, lil' bitch, woo
I was in the trap servin' cocaine, I ain't been the same since, woo

Hunnid thousand for the cheapest ring on a nigga finger, lil' bitch
Hunnid thousand for the cheapest ring on a nigga finger, lil' bitch, yeah
Hunnid thousand for the cheapest ring on a nigga finger, lil' bitch, uh
Hunnid thousand for the cheapest ring on a nigga finger, lil' bitch




Future Last Name Lyrics
(feat. Lil Durk)

This ain't a diss song, this a real song
Nigga, we ain't runnin' from no responsibilities
I take care of families
I'm embarrassed over this mess that I done caused

I can't go to sleep, I'm paranoid
And it's way too many homicides
Bought a hunnid guns, got my niggas sliding
Fucked the bitch once, now she wanna cry
Snitches told the Feds, I had an alibi
Brokenhearted, fuck my bitch every night
I don't know her name, she wanna have my child
Laughing to the bank, got me runnin' wild
Numb to the pain, so I keep a smile

Gotta keep it stashed up for the trial
Material intentions got her playing foul
I'm in rare form like a hyena runnin' wild
All the opps getting gunned down

I can't go to sleep, I'm paranoid
And it's way too many homicides
Bought a hunnid guns, got my niggas sliding
Fucked the bitch once, now she wanna cry
Snitches told the Feds, I had an alibi
Brokenhearted, fuck my bitch every night
I don't know her name, she wanna have my child
Laughing to the bank, got me runnin' wild
Numb to the pain, so I keep a smile

I lost connections to the streets and I was in denial
I seen a grown man shed tears 'cause he lost his trial
I said, the streets a crazy feeling just to lose a child
Have a one-on-one with God, yeah, it been a while
I woke up paranoid off drugs
I said, "I'm tired now"
I answer my phone in the middle of the night
Like, "Who done died now?"
Knowing I'm involved
But we gon' slide back when it's dying down
I don't know who opps no more
You look crazy, I'm firing rounds

I love the streets, it's a portion of me
I came from nothing to "The Voice of the Streets"
I got blood in the streets
The way he died, I advised he died in his sleep
That's the trenches

I can't go to sleep, I'm paranoid
And it's way too many homicides
Bought a hunnid guns, got my niggas sliding
Fucked the bitch once, now she wanna cry
Snitches told the Feds, I had an alibi
Brokenhearted, fuck my bitch every night
I don't know her name, she wanna have my child
Laughing to the bank, got me runnin' wild
Numb to the pain, so I keep a smile

Public conversation got you touching clouds
Pop the wrong pill, hit the wrong dial
Ain't no visitation waiting for the trial
Took my last name, this ain't 'bout the child
Real classy jazzy, but don't do no trolling
Gotta treat you like dead when you playing bogus

See, Pluto you my brother gotta stay focused
Sometimes I get in my feelings too
I wish I wore a Trojan
They tryna go viral off DMs that's why I'm antisocial
I'm just tryna teach the killers not to use emotion
I got a whole bitch, don't think about my old bitch
I'm just tryna live my life and catch this moment

I can't go to sleep, I'm paranoid
And it's way too many homicides
Bought a hunnid guns, got my niggas sliding
Fucked the bitch once, now she wanna cry
Snitches told the Feds, I had an alibi
Broken hearted, fuck my bitch every night
I don't know her name, she wanna have my child
Laughing to the bank, got me runnin' wild
Numb to the pain, so I keep a smile




Future Tycoon Lyrics

(DY Krazy)
Starin' at the candle
Feel the pain on me, nigga, it don't matter
Get my currency exchanged, got my bands up

I'm a ty-tycoon, that's why they hate me (Wheezy outta here)
'Til they throw the sheets on me, I'm goin' crazy
Got Balencis on my feet, they can't take me
I know I ain't gon' be deceased 'til I'm like eighty
I been gettin' so damn geeked, I been prayin'
I been chinchilla sheet wherever I'm stayin'
Took that Draco on the PJ, I ain't playin'
I ain't goin', no, no, streets dangerous

Ain't got Actavis, so fuck it, I had to red it
I sent hitters from everywhere, they had to dead it
You know my niggas, they bangin' the same color spaghetti
I got my transport up and I got my Getty
I'm gettin' her passport stamped, we goin' steady
They try to cut a nigga throat off with a machete
I know my lil' brothers gon' kick a door and let that lead hit
I'm not an imposer, so I'm tryna find an exit
They know it's a thousand cutters hittin' off if they come for me
Uno gang, twenty-seven, they gon' gun for me
ABK gon' broad day you and get it done for me
I'm a big dawg, they a lil' son to me

I'm a ty-tycoon, that's why they hate me
'Til they throw the sheets on me, I'm goin' crazy
Got Balencis on my feet, they can't take me
I know I ain't gon' be deceased 'til I'm like eighty
I been gettin' so damn geeked, I been prayin'
I been chinchilla sheet wherever I'm stayin'
Took that Draco on the PJ, I ain't playin'
I ain't goin', no, no, streets dangerous

Fully auto on the seat, ain't lettin' you take it
I ain't going, no, no, I'ma spray it
Let my dogs off the leash, you gon' hate it
Twin choppers on me, they my favorite, yeah, yeah
Catch me rollin' in the Ghost, Patrick Swayze
Travelin' all across the coast for this gravy
Buyin' gold by the pound, I upgraded
I came from Lil Mexico, a nigga made it
Posted up outside the store, I'm the greatest
If you can make it out the bricks, that's amazing
I got my gang from out the 6, ain't no tradin'
You know the side where it's two guns blazin'

I'm a ty-tycoon, that's why they hate me (I'm a ty-tycoon)
'Til they throw the sheets on me, I'm goin' crazy ('Til they throw the sheets on me)
Got Balencis on my feet, they can't take me (Gotta keep Balencis on me)
I know I ain't gon' be deceased 'til I'm like eighty (Yeah, I ain't gon' be deceased, no)
I been gettin' so damn geeked, I been prayin' (Yeah, I'm geeked, man, I'm geeked up)
I been chinchilla sheet wherever I'm stayin' (Got my chinchilla sheets up)
Took that Draco on the PJ, I ain't playin' (Took the Draco on the P, brrt)
I ain't goin', no, no, streets dangerous (I ain't goin', no, no, streets dangerous)

Yeah
I ain't goin', no, no
I ain't goin', no, no, streets dangerous (Trap)
I ain't goin', no, no (Yeah, what you do?)
I chinchilla'd all my sheets wherever I'm stayin' (I chinchilla'd all my sheets)
I been gettin' so fuckin' geeked, I been prayin' (I been gettin' so fuckin' geeked)
Had that Draco on the PJ, I ain't playin' (Took the Draco on the PJ)
I ain't goin', no, no, streets dangerous (I ain't goin', I ain't goin')

Starin' at the candle
Feel the pain on me, nigga, it don't matter
Get my currency exchanged, got my bands up




Future 100 Shooters Lyrics
(feat. Meek Mill & Doe Boy)

[Future:]
Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up
Yeah, The Wizrd, woo

[Future & Meek Mill:]
Perrier-Jouët, no tap water, this the real face
Fuck the bitch, broke her heart, she think we still dating
Three choppers sitting in the car, we play it real safe
Fifty million dollars in cash, that's a cold case
Spent so much cash in Chanel, they wanna see ID
Bust down on her, Oochie Wally, I'm so sincere
Got a hundred shooters sittin' outside
Got a hundred shooters sittin' outside

[Meek Mill:]
Yeah, uh
Fifty mil' buried in my safe, that's a graveyard
Fucked the bitch, seen her with her man, I had to play it off
Dreamchasers, we just like a label, we got A&Rs
Famous ho, she threw me that pussy, I'ma slay her raw, yeah
You are now welcome to the Player's Ball (You're welcome)
Whole lot of money, lot of rich shit, yeah (Woah, woah)
Hundred shooters, I can get your clique hit (Woah, woah)
Get my dick sucked in a Lambo while I stick shift
Big shit, baby, it's the big fish
All these VVS's in my necklace and my wrist lit
I could wipe my ass with these hundred, I'm the shit, bitch
Shot up in her DM like James Harden, it went swish, swish
I'm sippin'...

[Future:]
Perrier-Jouët, no tap water, this the real face
Fuck the bitch, broke her heart, she think we still dating
Three choppers sitting in the car, we play it real safe
Fifty million dollars in cash, that's a cold case
Spent so much cash in Chanel, they wanna see ID
Bust down on her, Oochie Wally, I'm so sincere
Got a hundred shooters sittin' outside
Got a hundred shooters sittin' outside

I've been gettin' richer and richer
Damn near piss on bitches
I've been thinking real vindictive
Kill the opps, fuck they sisters
Fuckin' Catholic, send my Christians
Semi-automatic, I got vision
Diamond cuts and they princess, nigga
No rap cap, gave away Bentleys, nigga
Got a car for a watch, got a watch for a house
Semi-automatic Glock, get your block washed out
Bad bitch tried to rape me, tried to pull my cock out
I got murder money, so this shit can get hostile

Perrier-Jouët, no tap water, this the real face
Fuck the bitch, broke her heart, she think we still dating
Three choppers sitting in the car, we play it real safe
Fifty million dollars in cash, that's a cold case
Spent so much cash in Chanel, they wanna see ID
Bust down on her, Oochie Wally, I'm so sincere
Got a hundred shooters sittin' outside
Got a hundred shooters sittin' outside

[Doe Boy:]
Knowles Ave, dare your clique come slide
Got a hundred shooters sittin' outside (Brrr), yeah
All my bitches treat me just like God
I told her jump, bitch ask, "How high?" (Oh, really?), yeah
Opps said that I'ma die, I ain't dead
One in the head, put it right in your head, bitch (Grr, bah, bah)
Give a fuck about the feds, I ain't scared (No)
I ain't puttin' down my gun, I ain't Craig (Boom, boom, boom), yeah
Dissin' on the 'Gram, then I'm slidin' in his DM
Only time Doe Beezy play around is with your BM, uh
Got a hundred shooters parked outside
And they gon' kill you when you walk outside (Oh, really?)

[Future:]
Perrier-Jouët, no tap water, this the real face
Fuck the bitch, broke her heart, she think we still dating
Three choppers sitting in the car, we play it real safe
Fifty million dollars in cash, that's a cold case
Spent so much cash in Chanel, they wanna see ID
Bust down on her, Oochie Wally, I'm so sincere
Got a hundred shooters sittin' outside
Got a hundred shooters sittin' outside

Got a hundred shooters sittin' outside
Got a hundred shooters sittin' outside
Got a hundred shooters sittin' outside
Got a hundred shooters sittin' outside




Future Life Is Good (Remix) Lyrics
(feat. Drake, DaBaby & Lil Baby)

[Future:]
Say she want to eat sushi, I gave her enough to go shoppin'
Anything she want she cashin' out without no problems
How you gon' love a nigga that ain't got love for your mama
You can die today, it ain't gon' save me none but drama (Super)

[Drake:]
Workin' on a weekend like usual
Way off in the deep end like usual
Niggas swear they passed us, they doin' too much
Haven't done my taxes, I'm too turnt up

[Future:]
Pluto
Help me fight my demons off know the usual
I had put a chopper in her name and a Ruger
She hang on the block where I hang like a shooter
Throwed away a Cougar, she didn't wanna leave
Treat her like garbage, my heart was on my sleeve
Shoulda chose better with your company at least
Why should I have love for her if She can get it out the creek
Why should I have trust for you ain't get it out the creek
Why should I have love for you you ain't kneeling to my feet
Why should I be carin' when I know I can't be beat?
See how the ice be glarin' when I come through and retrieve
It's easy to know it's us if a body in the street
Too turned up and the plug talk Swahili
After I pay my taxes, I go Richard Millie
In another tax bracket, you niggas beneath me
Who causin' a racket in Jamaica on the weekend?
Cop a ticket on vacation, I ripped up the receipt
And she call me daddy 'cause my money long like Stevie
Take down with my son, right or wrong, FBG shit (Freebandz)
How you gon' be gang? You bang if you rich, what's in your bloodline?
Come in with some Talibans, everythin' gettin' gunned down
Halloween gang in this bitch, shit gettin' scary
Three hundred thousand for the cheapest ring
Cost a Bentley truck, I'm legendary, 'lil bitch
Hot off the thermometer, 'lil bitch
Hotter than fish grease, 'lil bitch
My ring cost a big VS blown as my wrist
I'm gettin' money like this, can't tell problems exist
I wake up fresh everyday like I'm goin' to take a pic
Hermes hit my main line, 'cause they know I'm lit
Stuffed a hundred fifty racks in your purse, 'lil bitch
And when I wake up, go surf in your pussy, hit
Say she wanna eat sushi, I gave her enough to go shoppin'
This bitch not my bitch, I leveled up and went exotic
How you gon' love a nigga that ain't buyin' a Birkin for your mama
You can die today, I swear I still won't break my promise (Pluto)

Make love on a weekend as usual
Take drugs, goin' up, oh, that's usual
Every time she come, bitch
Every time I put my chains on, bitch

It's cool, man, got red bottoms on
Life is good, you know what I mean? Like-

Yeah, hundred thousand for the cheapest ring on a nigga finger, lil' bitch, woo
I done flew one out to Spain to be in my domain and Audemar-ed the bitch, woo
Dropped three dollars on a ring, cost a Bentley truck, lil' bitch, woo
I was in the trap servin' cocaine, I ain't been the same since

[DaBaby:]
I can't entertain all the flaws
I ain't been the same since they crossed me
You know how they do when you poppin'
You know Baby can't do all that talkin'
I got fools tryna sue up in Boston
I got dudes tryna sue down in Florida
I got hoes in L.A., got a new boo from Georgia
A milly, saved up to give to my daughter
Over one hundred K to Drew, fill in my lawyer (Let's go)
Six digits on cases, we beat it like Tina (Hmm)
Baby all on the T.V., that's easy
I mix mill with the gas and I bought me a beamer (Yeah)
Now I pull up in Ghosts, they ain't see me (Casper)
I know she gon' fuck, I ain't askin' (Uh huh)
F.N.N like a proper, she plastic (Phew)
Fuck around and get popped just for laughin' (Boom)
Put that boy in a box, pick a casket
I got take that ho to Dior, pick a shoe (Let's go)
Kickin' shit with your whore, that's my boo
You can go put hardwood on the floor with the hoop (Who?)
We like uppin' the score, we gon' shoot (Ball)
I never pick up when she call me (Brr, brr)
Help the bitch start a business, she bossin' (Uh-huh)
Like to wake up to sex like it's coffee (Sex)
Big baguettes on my neck, this shit cost me
Cartier, Audemar, Audemar or the Rolex (Let's go)
I've been broke before, bet I won't go back
When she walk through the door, take the iron, make her hold that (Hold that)
They ain't see me, go out like a ho, yeah (Ho)
You know these 'lil niggas got ho ways
Make them come air it out like the old days (Uh-huh)
You a throwaway, baby it's okay
My boy off a pill, need a OJ?
Yeah, bitch

[Future:]
Hundred thousand for the cheapest ring on a nigga finger, lil' bitch, woo
I done flew one out to Spain to be in my domain and Audemar-ed the bitch, woo
Dropped three dollars on a ring, cost a Bentley truck, lil' bitch, woo
I was in the trap servin' cocaine, I ain't been the same since, woo

[Lil Baby:]
Spent thirty racks on a rap bitch
Could've went and bought a brick, woah
Quarter million worth a chain
Ask IceBox, everybody lit, woah
It ain't no carbon deucin'
Nigga that's your man, everybody get it, woah
Made a few mill, made a few hits, fuckin' everybody bitch
Got somethin' to lose so I stay with a shooter
Got game from a GOAT, I know how to maneuver
She kinda cute, really somethin' to do
I got somethin' to do so I gave her to Pluto
Huh, hundred thousand for a body
Go inside a house and everybody get it, huh
Got a plug on exotic overnight, I'm floodin' everybody's city
Extra 350, might buy me a Richie, this shit get ridiculous
Syrup get sick,
Spot in Toronto, just show me the real ones
Give me a few months, I'll be servin' the six, woah
Rolls truck, four bus, all white gusts, call it good luck, woah
Neck lit, wrist lit, look, don't touch, rich, get bussed
Hop out a Phantom, they think it's Houdini
Sell fifty one day, I bought two Lamborghini
Hundred racks spent on a four carat diamond
I didn't propose but I bought her a ring
They had my bro, had to let that boy go
He had stick to the cold, he ain't tell them a thing, uh
Ballin' like we won a championship, yeah
Everybody get a ring, huh

[Future:]
Yeah, hundred thousand for the cheapest ring on a nigga finger, lil' bitch, woo
I done flew one out to Spain to be in my domain and Audemar-ed the bitch, woo
Dropped three dollars on a ring, cost a Bentley truck, lil' bitch, woo
I was in the trap servin' cocaine, I ain't been the same since, woo

Hundred thousand for the cheapest ring on a nigga finger, lil' bitch
Hundred thousand for the cheapest ring on a nigga finger, lil' bitch (Yeah)
Hundred thousand for the cheapest ring on a nigga finger, lil' bitch (Woo)
Hundred thousand for the cheapest ring on a nigga finger, lil' bitch

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