FUTURE HIGH OFF LIFE ALBÜM ŞARKI SÖZLERİ (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