[Future & Young Thug]
Metro Boomin want some more, nigga
Yeah, yeah, get it, get it get it, Southside, yeah
My dope in the bushes

My dope in the bushes
I know how to cook it
My bitch good looking
My bitch good looking
My bitch good looking
My dope in the bushes
I know how to cook it
Yeah, yeah, yeah

[Future]
I did the digital dash
I fucked that bitch in the passenger
I give the junky a blast
I sell that dope to your momma, though
Hot on the street like thermometers
You rats will never be honorable
They know I´m a kid of my word
I hustle the first to the first

[Future]
These bitches be naggin´ the kid
They get on my motherfucking nerves
I showed up with racks and they love me
I´m smokin´ that pack and I´m muddy
Taliban on these hoes
Give a Xan to these hoes
Got em playing with they nose
I sleep on the beach off the avenue
I came to your city with revenue
I put in work, it was evident
I slide on your ass in the 7 deuce
Come back on your bitch in a six trey
Chevy, Mercedes, I keep ´em comin´
Fuck all these bitches, I keep ´em comin´
I pull up right now, I´m parallel
I hit your block with them swangers

My niggas ain´t nothin´ but some bangers
I sit in the trap with the gangsters
You can´t come around here, ´cause it´s dangerous
I be hangin´ around here and I´m famous
Gotta keep the trigger by my finger
Hit her sideways when I banged her
In the driveway on a perc
I was sideways on a perc
Had a stick on me, that´s a first
Got your bitch on me gettin´ murked
I post up and that´s confident
I boast up in a drop 6
Gotta Ghost Royce and I pop shit
I´m a dope boy with that car, trick
I came in the game I had crack on me
Got Bape on my back with some Act on me
I´m single and shit and she latch on me
I told em´ I´m back on my bachelor

I get focused on millions and everything
I just took me a trip out to Africa
See how we came from the mud and the bottom? We did it
I see how they counted us out
Bet they never gonna do it again
You see why these niggas be hatin´, ignorin´, I´m goin´ right in
I was born to get this money in this life of sin
I poured up before they got my dog on murder again
See the fire come out the ass on the Lamborghini
When you say you love a nigga, do you really mean it?
When I was sleepin´ on the floor, you should see how they treat me
I pour the Actavis, pop pills so I can fight the demons

[Future]
I did the digital dash
I fucked that bitch in the passenger
I give the junky a blast
I sell that dope to your momma, though
Hot on the street like thermometers
You rats will never be honorable
They know I´m a kid of my word
I hustle the first to the first

[Drake]
These bitches be nagging the kid
Fuck it, it is what it is
If you get hit, you get hit
I don´t forget or forgive
Told myself never again, I don´t let nobody in
Super just showed out again

And we just keep servin´ and servin´ again
And again and again and again
I move the game up, I´m reckless
I´m Harlem shaking through the pressure
I might put Diddy on my next shit
I might could fit you in on Wednesday
I´m not here for no pretend shit
Just walked in with a girl that´s making triple what I´m making, what a entrance
That´s when you know its a body
Zone 6, they know it´s a body
Kirkwood, they know it´s a body
Lil Mexico know it´s a body
Scooter in here with the zombies
Gucci get out, it´s a problem
I might take Quentin to Follies
You hate your life, just be honest
I got the digital dash

She want a picture with all of my niggas that just made the visual last
But she too embarrassed to ask
I got my foot on their neck and my foot on the gas
You remind me of a quarterback, that shit is all in the past
Esco and Boomin, they got it on smash
And I got the, I got the, I got the, I got the, I

[Future]
I did the digital dash
I fucked that bitch in the passenger
I give the junky a blast
I sell that dope to your momma, though