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Featuring Future (Intro) You know, This just some real nigga shit, a real nigga story You know what I'm saying? (Hook) Slang a bunch of narcotics Pull up in the new 'rarri Living like John Gotti Chopping bricks like karate Drink a bunch of codeine Serving to the dope fiends Blowing money, stay clean Michael Jackson, Billy Jean (Verse 1: Trae Tha Truth) Pull up in a Panamera lookin so good Leavin in and out of traffic like it’s on lean Call me murda nigga, tryna kill a whole scene Getting money like I’m tryna feed the whole team No lie, I’mma do it for the whole south Somebody better tell them other niggas hold off Keep fuckin with a nigga, I’mma go off Jump fly, I’mma run up in that no mo Gotta have a short temper, nigga money long Letras de cancionesLeave holes in a nigga like a honey cone Kill shit like I do a nigga, nigga’s on Asshole, you can see I’m in another zone Real nigga kick shit like karate Chop niggas up like I’m tryna cook beef Bitch wanna fuck, gotta put er on a leash Rolled well up in er then I put er back out on the street Any time I cop a whip I’m going close Nigga this hit the turn on lil boss When it come to Houston, Texas that’s me Tell em I’m temper temper no loss (Verse 2: Future) Got a Panamera round a young nigga neck Got a young bitch pulling up in a vet Smoke a lot of kush & I have a lot of sex Had to beat the grind up, ran up my check Bitch nigga get money, nigga get that Roll a blunt of chronic, nigga sell a lot of crack You can hit a nigga line, order what you want I can whoop a Maserati, pulling up a donk 50,000 on yo watch, young nigga splurge Pop a ace of spade bottle, sip a lot of syrup Keep a young nigga workin' that'll bust a k I'mma take a phone call, hustle everyday (Hook) Slang a bunch of narcotics Pull up in the new 'rarri Living like John Gotti Chopping bricks like karate Drink a bunch of codeine Serving to the dope fiends Blowing money, stay clean Michael Jackson, Billy Jean (Verse 3: Future) Whipping up a cake, just to go and snatch a spider Young nigga play with keys, like a type writer Al Capone, John Gotti was a nigga idol I was never snitching, I can put it on the Bible In a 4 door beamer, driving with a rifle Nigga where you at, nigga we gon pull up on ya Young Bitch looking like Janet in the 80's We was grinding up from a tube and a baby Got the girl dripping wet like a jerry curl Got that styrofoam cup and its full of syrup Send it over from Lil Mexico & Let me Work I can get 36 for a clean shirt (Hook) Slang a bunch of narcotics Pull up in the new 'rarri Living like John Gotti Chopping bricks like karate Drink a bunch of codeine Serving to the dope fiends Blowing money, stay clean Michael Jackson, Billy Jean From Letras Mania