[Intro: Future]

You know

This just some real nigga shit, a real nigga story

You know what I'm saying?

This beat is so, so Metro

[Chorus: Future]

Slang a bunch of narcotics

Pull up in a new 'Rari

Living like John Gotti

Chopping bricks like karate

Drink a bunch of codeine

Serving to the dope fiends

Blowing money, stay clean

Michael Jackson, Billie Jean

[Verse 1: Future]

Got a Panamera 'round a young nigga neck

Got a young bitch pulling up in a 'Vette

Smoke a lot of kush & I have a lot of sex

Had to beat the grind up, ran up my check

Picture nigga getting money, nigga, get back (back)

Roll a blunt of chronic, nigga sell a lot of crack (crack)

You can hit a nigga line, order what you want

I can whip a Maserati, pulling up a donk (donk)

50 thousand on yo watch, young nigga, splurge (splurge)

Pop a Ace of Spade bottle, sip a lot of syrup (syrup)

Keep a young nigga workin' that'll bust a K (K)

I'ma take a phone call, hustle everyday (everyday)

[Chorus: Future]

Ayy

Slang a bunch of narcotics

Pull up in a new 'Rari (Yea)

Living like John Gotti (The mob)

Chopping bricks like karate (Chwaaa, chwaaa)

Drink a bunch of codeine (Drank)

Serving to the dope fiends (They smokers)

Blowing money, stay clean (Freebandz)

Michael Jackson, Billie Jean

[Verse 2: Future]

Whipping up a cake, just to go and snatch a Spyder (Spyder)

Young nigga play with keys (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 four-door Bimmer, driving with a rifle

Nigga, where you at? (at) nigga, we gon' pull up on ya

Young bitch looking like Janet in the '80s ('80s)

We was grinding up from two and a baby (oh)

Got the girl dripping wet like a jerry curl (curl)

Got a styrofoam cup and it's full of syrup

Send it over from Lil' Mexico and let me work (lets work)

I can get 36 for a clean shirt (shirt)

[Chorus: Future]

Ayy

Slang a bunch of narcotics

Pull up in a new 'Rari (Yea)

Living like John Gotti (The mob)

Chopping bricks like karate (Chwaaa, chwaaa)

Drink a bunch of codeine (Drank)

Serving to the dope fiends (They smokers)

Blowing money, stay clean (Freebandz)

Michael Jackson, Billie Jean (Who bad?)

[Verse 3: Casino]

Pull up, serve you in my 'Rari

Money like I'm Frank Matthews

Killers around me like I'm Gotti

If I tricked you, know I'm sorry

I be fresh, don't need no stylist

I be geeking on them Mollies

Sell remix, don't sell no clean

My hand like a triple beam

I got workers like machine

All I do is sell dreams

Half my niggas serve fiends

I get up and then I lean

[Chorus: Future]

Ayy

Slang a bunch of narcotics

Pull up in a new 'Rari (Yea)

Living like John Gotti (The mob)

Chopping bricks like karate (Chwaaa, chwaaa)

Drink a bunch of codeine (Drank)

Serving to the dope fiends (They smokers)

Blowing money, stay clean (Freebandz)

Michael Jackson, Billie Jean