[Intro: Future]

Yeah, yeah, tuh

(Metro)

Yeah, yeah

[Verse 1: Future]

Drankin' dope turned me to a superhero, yeah, yeah

Hit that pill, turned me to a superhero, yeah, yeah

Boominati turned me to a superhero, yeah, yeah (Metro)

(If Young Metro don't trust you, I'm gon' shoot you)

I'm on that dope again, I'm in that flow again

Switch up the flow again, yeah, yeah (Switch it)

Flyer than a parachute, grippin' that pole again

I'm on that oil again, yeah, yeah

Candy in the cup, gotta get paid (What?)

King in the streets (Yeah), young nigga made

Sprayin' up the crowd, take it to the grave

[Chorus: Future]

Ain't havin' problems, I'm sippin' the Barre

Shout out to Dallas, my bitch is a star

Nigga get rich, better take it to war (Yeah)

Piss on your casket, shoot at your ma

Do you somethin' nasty, roll you in a 'gar

Bitch get graphic, fuck me in a car

I get you a brand-new Rollie tomorrow

I put that brand-new Rollie on your arm

I ain't movin' slow, but I'm still on oil (Skrrt)

Tennis bracelets and they came with the frost (Frost)

Cuban links all the way up to your jaw (All the way up)

Step up the swag when I step on a broad

[Verse 2: Future]

Two thousand half, ooh, that's the cheapest one

Stackin' these hundreds up like coupons

Told you from the begin, upper echelon

I get to stackin' up, I'm untouchable

I get to represent, money multiple

I'm at the top of the charts, unapproachable

Bread by the loaf, turbo the motor

Tic-tac-toe, kill another vulture

Sellin' the 'bows, bitch do yoga

I deserve awards, servin' these boulders

A hundred grand large when I shop, that's the total

Fill up the garage, bitch, I'm a mogul

Ain't no facadin', ain't no fugazi

I jump it off, I get paid

Drop-top Royce, I'm goin' crazy

I push off, smokin' on haze (Woah)

Not tryna floss, Cartier shades

Candy in the cup, gotta get paid (What?)

King of the streets (Yeah), young nigga made

Sprayin' up the crowd (What?), take it to the grave

[Chorus: Future]

Ain't havin' problems, I'm sippin' the Barre

Shout out to Dallas, my bitch is a star

Nigga get rich, better take it to war

Piss on your casket, shoot at your ma

Do you somethin' nasty, roll you in a 'gar

Bitch get graphic, fuck me in a car

I get you a brand-new Rollie tomorrow

I put that brand-new Rollie on your arm

I ain't movin' slow, but I'm still on oil

Tennis bracelets and they came with the frost

Cuban links all the way up to your jaw (All the way up)

Step up the swag when I step on a broad

[Interlude: Future & Lil Double 0]

Step up the swag when I step on a broad (Let's go)

Let's go

Do you somethin' nasty, roll you in a 'gar

[Verse 2: Lil Double 0]

Pluto like, "Double 0, boy, you a star"

Only young nigga, nineteen, how I make it this far?

On a high-speed chase in a new stolen car

Cuban chain on my neck, but I ain't break the law

Wockhardt stain, left it on my shirt

R.I.P. Juice WRLD, we get full of them Percs

Uh, walk on the beat like I'm goin' in reverse

Havin' talks with a dead man, watch you sleep in a hearse

Double 0 on that young-nigga shit, yup, yup

Bet he blowin' blue strips, but that young nigga step

Off a Perc' and some Wockhardt, get that Hellcat and spin off

Hit the chop so hard, damn near knocked the whole clip off

Tell the ho to get nasty, she suck dick in a Tesla

Full of Roxies, I keep seein' pink lil' circles

Two straps on my hip, but I ain't no worker

Let's go, Double 0 not a rapper, I'm a walker, I'm special

You can get down or lay down, but I'm still gon' stretch you

Hundred shots in the K round, I can hit it forever

Trappin', servin', robbin' forever

My lil' nigga a demon, he believe in the devil

Wanna shop in this trap, gotta show me you're special (Uh)

Big-body Maybach, this is not a Range Rover

I was too high and tweaked, wrecked the Scat, it was totaled (Uh)

Big bustdown, bankroll, know I hate being sober

Switchin' my flow up, walkin' it down (Uh)

Pullin' some pressure, chopper spittin', no sound

Bitch wanna fuck and I'm takin' her down (Uh)

Percocet, exotic 'bows by the pound

Bitch see that I'm high, come fuck right now (Uh)

Shoot a video, I'm takin' her down (Let's go)

RGB, Chrome Heart, boy, I really got style

Too geeked off an Addy, can't come back down

Might just fuck me an opp ho, make a 4K child

Stabbin' him, stabbin' him, he got left on the ground

Got a chop in the pantry and the Glock in my lap

Everything that I rap, nigga know ain't no cap

Wanna bet ten or four? That boy life shootin' craps

Couple months ago, I was just broke in the trap

Hit a lick, start robbin', got my name on the map (Uh)

Now I'm rockin' designer, I don't know how to pronounce it (Uh)

I'm geeked on Percs, this shit good for my health

Fuck with Escobar, my boy like scammer of the year

Fuck tryna go to school, bitch, I blew for a year

I'm a 2000 baby, twenty-thousand-dollar earrings up in my—

[Outro: Future & Lil Double 0]

Back in that mode again, I'm ready to go again, one in the F&N, yeah

I'm on that dope again, I'm in that flow again, switch up that flow again, yeah, yeah

Flyer than a parachute, grippin' that pole again, I'm on that oil again, yeah, yeah

I'm on that dope again, I'm in that flow again, switch up that flow again, yeah, yeah

Flyer than a parachute, grippin' that pole again, I'm on that oil again, yeah, yeah

Yeah

Big FBG, I'm a bird

Nigga play with this bitch, I'ma purge

Let's go

Double 0 up the score, nigga, fuck with Pluto

Uh, let's go