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Future - DS2 Album Lyrics



Future - DS2 Lyrics






Thought It Was A Drought

Dirty soda, Spike Lee, white girl, iced tea
Fully loaded AP, yeah

I just f*cked your bitch in some Gucci flip flops
I just had some bitches and I made them lip lock
I just took a piss and I seen codeine coming out
We got purple Activis, I thought it was a drought

Bitch I'ma choose the dirty over you
You know I ain't scared to lose you
They don't like it when you're telling the truth
I'd rather be realer than you
I had to make me a cup now
I called a contractor to make me a Sprite
I sold the dope out your house
Now you come to my house, I've got dope in the couch
You know I don't f*ck with no rumors
Rocking red bottoms like they Pumas
Have these bands on me, I'mma do 'em
I take these pills and I'm having a thrill
Taking prescription's a hell of a feeling
As for the xanny, I never forgot it
Got 'em begging to call up my phone tryna have a menage
Got a porter, the cash can't even stay in the house cause there's too much to hide
Whip the four to a nine, gotta pay up the rent I was too far behind
F*ck 'em two at a time, f*ck 'em two at a time
Had to do what I had to do to get where I'm at
Niggas, no, I ain't lying, niggas, no, I ain't lying
There's a lot on my mind, there's a lot on my plate
But I never complain
I was working the weight like I came out the gym, I never did train
Put the girl on a train
Strapped a bird on her back, now she came back with change, ayy

I just f*cked your bitch in some Gucci flip flops
I just had some bitches and I made them lip lock
I just took a piss and I seen codeine coming out
We got purple Activis, I thought it was a drought
I just f*cked your bitch in some Gucci flip flops
I just had some bitches and I made them lip lock
I just took a piss and I seen codeine coming out
We got purple Activis, I thought it was a drought

I strapped the dope to your spouse
The first time I gave her an ounce
I put some free bands in her account
I told her "bitch, can't be running your mouth
Better watch what you say to these niggas
Cause you already know what they 'bout"
Put the game in a choke in a knot
Hit that bitch while I'm choking her out
Put the hook on her, now she got love in the south
I got some purp on me now
Stacking the styrofoams up by the door
They don't let me back in, they ain't know they in trouble
Valet the whip by the front door
On a progressive now and I need me some more
Tell me though now that you want me to hear
I try to forget but it's hard to forgive

I just f*cked your bitch in some Gucci flip flops
I just had some bitches and I made them lip lock
I just took a piss and I seen codeine coming out
We got purple Activis, I thought it was a drought
I just f*cked your bitch in some Gucci flip flops
I just had some bitches and I made them lip lock
I just took a piss and I seen codeine coming out
We got purple Activis, I thought it was a drought

Thought it was a drought, thought it, thought it was a drought
We thought it was a drought, we poured a Activis
Bitch I'ma choose the dirty over you
You know I ain't scared to lose you
They don't like it when you're telling the truth
I'd rather be realer than you
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Writer: ALLEN RITTER, LELAND TYLER WAYNE, NAYVADIUS WILBURN
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC




I Serve The Base

I serve the base, I serve the base
I serve the base, I serve the base
I serve the base, I serve the base
I serve the base, I serve the base

You would f*ck a bitch niggas for the fame, won't you?
You would give that pussy up to a lame, won't you?
Like a old school, I re-did the frame on you
I got my old shooters with me and they land on you
Word to them niggas at the six
A whole lotta lean, my nutrition
They should've told ya I had the drank on me
They should've told ya I brought the bank with me
They should've told ya I keep that molly on me
They should've told ya I got that stick with me
You the one who duckin' from a drive by
My niggas unemployed sellin' bye-bye
I serve the base, I serve the base
I serve the base, I serve the base
I keep a shooter with me like Malone
I f*ck around and did it on my own
Come and f*ck with me baby, I'm a franchise
Molly and them xans got me aggravated
The hundreds and 'em fifties, get 'em separated
Put them hundreds and them hundreds, yeah we segregated
They tryna take the soul out me, they tryna take my confidence and they know I'm cocky
F*ck another interview, I'm done with it
I don't give a f*ck about a ho, I let a young hit it
I play the games of the thrones with you
I can't change, I was God-given
Tryna make a pop star and they made a monster
I'm posted with my niggas on the champagne niggas
A product of them roach in 'em ash tries
I inhale the love on a bad day
Rap tides the sides of purple activis
They should've told you I was on the pill
They should've told you I was on the lick
I serve cocaine and some Reebok
I'm full of soo much chronic, need a detox
I serve the base, I serve the base
I serve the base, I serve the base
They should've told you I'm was just a trap nigga
I'm in the white house shootin' crack niggas
I gave up on my conscience gotta live with it
This remind me when I had nightmares
These bitch wanna be here, they be right here
They should've told you I'm was just a trap nigga
They should've told you I was gonna lap niggas
They should've told you I was overseas
Say your last words, can't breathe
Finally did a minute, now I'm cloned
Because I was ambitious, now I'm on
Five in the mornin' on the corner rollin' stones
I just work for money, I count it on my own
They should've told you I was on the pill
They should've told you I was on the lick
I serve cocaine and some Reebok
I full of soo much chronic, need a detox
I serve the base, I serve the base
I serve the base, I serve the base
You the one who duckin' from a drive by
My niggas unemployed sellin' bye-bye
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Writer: LELAND TYLER WAYNE, NAYVADIUS WILBURN
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group




Where Ya At

(ft. Drake)

[Verse 1: Future]
Where your ass was at dog, when niggas wouldn't feed me?
Where your ass was at dog, when bitches didn't need me?
Where your ass was at dog, when niggas tried to run off?
Where your ass was at dog? You made me pull this gun out
Where your ass was at, dog, you went and switched sides?
Where your ass was at, dog, when niggas spread lies on him?
Where your ass was at, dog, when the bodies came sliding?
Where your ass was at, dog, when I was serving piles?
Where your ass was at, dog, when niggas wouldn't feed me?
Where your ass was at, dog, when bitches didn't need me?
Where your ass was at, dog, when niggas tried to run off?
Where your ass was at, dog? You made me pull this gun out
Where your ass was at, dog, when I was in the Pyrex?
Where your ass was at, dog, when I was drinking Hi-Tech?
Where your ass was at, dog? Came through the projects
Where your ass at? We keep that fully loaded contracts
Had to rent that on the dick ass jocking
Running through the pussy like a nigga going jogging
f*ck a little Louis, put it in a bitch pocket
Put a pic with me on the gram now you popping
Where your ass was at when I was trapping in the stove?
Had to struggle to get where I'm at and sell dope
Jackie Chan moves got game in the choke
Gas rolling up in the blunt, Amoco
12 jumpers came in the spot to open up the dope
Carlo, Bob, Joe gotta young nigga coughing
Juugin' out the stove and we still raised honest
Blowing on the O ho, we call that ho an onion

[Verse 2: Drake]
Man, where your ass was at when we took the city over?
Where your ass was at when all they'd ask was what's the hold up?
Where your ass was at when niggas first got the news?
Now your ass around because we're paying back dues
Where were you? When all the dogs needed help
Lawyers and the commissary ain't gon' pay itself
Where your ass was at when we recorded in the bathroom?
Where your ass was at I take attendance like a classroom
Man I ain't got no choice
Cause nowadays I swear this shit done changed up for the boy
I'm self-made, selfish with my women, self-employed
I'll buy the neighbors house if they complain about the noise
Man, where your ass was at, dog, when niggas wouldn't feed me?
Where your ass was at, dog, when bitches didn't need me?
Where your ass was at, last winter was the coldest?
f*ck where you was at, I had the 6 on my shoulders

[Verse 3: Future]
Where your ass was at dog, when niggas wouldn't feed me?
Where your ass was at dog, when bitches didn't need me?
Where your ass was at dog, when niggas tried to run off?
Where your ass was at dog? You made me pull this gun out
60 for a walk thru bitch don't panic
Had them bitches fall through f*cking like a savage
Heard you tryna swim in the ocean no jacket
Heard that nigga came through squeezing on a ratchet
Heard that nigga came through squeezing on a ratchet
Serve a lot of dog food; call you a mutt
Where your ass was at dog, when I was on my come-up?
The reason I'm here today cause I ain't never gave up
Where your ass was at, dog, when niggas wouldn't feed me?
Where your ass was at, dog, when bitches didn't need me?
Where your ass was at, dog, when niggas tried to run off?
Where your ass was at, dog? You made me pull this gun out
Where you ass was at, when I was trapping at the stove?
Had to scrub to get where I was at and sell dope
Juugin' out the stove and we still raised honest
Blowing on the O ho, we call that ho an onion
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Writer: AUBREY GRAHAM, NAYVADIUS WILBURN, LELAND WAYNE
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group




Groupies

Wake up, tryna make motherf*ckin' hits, nigga
Now I'm f*ckin' 'em, damn I'm f*cked 'em
Now I'm back f*ckin' my groupies, now I'm back f*ckin' 'em

Now I'm back f*ckin' my groupies
Now I'm back f*ckin' my groupies
Now I'm back f*ckin' my groupies
Now I'm back f*ckin' my groupies
I'm so in the game like an OG
I f*ck on your bitch and I'll prove it
I f*ck on your bitch and I'll prove it
I got that guap and I'll prove it
Now I'm back f*ckin' my groupies
Now I'm back f*ckin' my groupies
Now I'm back f*ckin' my groupies
Now I'm back f*ckin' my groupies

Damn I'm grippin' that Uzi
I'll f*ck that bitch cause she's bougie
I'll f*ck that ho cause she's choose me
Sip on my cup and some oozy
I pop me a perc, it's a movie
Smokin' oh-la-la-la like a Fugee
Turn your homie to fool, he a goofy
And my lil' one get head from a groupie
I dug all in that pussy, I got her
Once I pour in that molly, I got her
Got my neck and wrist on the Phantom
We don't take them on dates, we just f*ck 'em
I appreciate the way you f*ck me
We could never tell the f*ckin' public
Pussy good enough to make me love you
Pussy good enough to make me love you
You get that Rollie for 90
You deserves Rollies and APs and all that
You deserve Dolce Gabbana and Hermès
You really know me, nobody can love me like you

Now I'm back f*ckin' my groupies
Now I'm back f*ckin' my groupies
Now I'm back f*ckin' my groupies
Now I'm back f*ckin' my groupies
I'm so in the game like an OG
I f*ck on your bitch and I'll prove it
I f*ck on your bitch and I'll prove it
I got that guap and I'll prove it
Now I'm back f*ckin' my groupies
Now I'm back f*ckin' my groupies
Now I'm back f*ckin' my groupies
Now I'm back f*ckin' my groupies

Bangin' her throat in the back of a Phantom
I'm back on that dope and I'm strapped with a hammer
I get that work and I'll sell it right now
Beat that pussy, it ain't free, I'll buy it right now
I'll spend that money however I wanna
I'll f*ck that pussy whenever I wanna
I know that's your bitch, my nigga
But she'll come f*ck me whenever, whenever I want her
Take me a Xan and I levitate
I'll have her cummin' like every day
Suckin' this dick on me every day
Now she's reppin' my clique cause it's better for her
She a ho and a slut and a metaphor
She'll come to the show and get wetter for me
I go to Twitter, she tweetin' a nigga
@in' me like I'm her daddy
I seen her pussy on IG, was fat and I got it
I seen her pussy on IG, I got it
I had to have it, f*ck who know about it
You really know me, nobody can love me like you

Now I'm back f*ckin' my groupies
Now I'm back f*ckin' my groupies
Now I'm back f*ckin' my groupies
Now I'm back f*ckin' my groupies
I'm so in the game like an OG
I f*ck on your bitch and I'll prove it
I f*ck on your bitch and I'll prove it
I got that guap and I'll prove it
Now I'm back f*ckin' my groupies
Now I'm back f*ckin' my groupies
Now I'm back f*ckin' my groupies
Now I'm back f*ckin' my groupies

Now I'm back grippin' that Uzi
I'll f*ck that bitch cause she's bougie
I'll f*ck that ho cause she's choose me
Sip on my cup and some oozy
Now I'm back f*ckin' my groupies
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Writer: JOSHUA HOWARD LUELLEN, LELAND TYLER WAYNE, NAYVADIUS WILBURN, SONNY COREY UWAEZUOKE
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.




Lil One

Lil' one, lil' one, lil' one, lil' one, lil' one
Lil' one, lil' one, lil' one, lil' one, lil' one
That's some real shit (FBG)
The Wizrd, play with 'em (woo, woo)
Don't make me, don't make me
Yeah (that's how we rock)
Rebel, like a motherf*ckin' rebel, nigga

See, my lil' nigga keep that mask on, I'ma keep that cash on him
I'ma keep that cash on him, I'ma do the dash
Don't make me drop a bird on you, I'm gon' drop a bag on you
I'm gon' drop that bag on you, don't make me drop that bag on you
Ayy, my lil' nigga keep that mask on, nigga gon' keep that mask on
Nigga gon' keep that mask on, nigga gon' keep that mask on
My lil' nig' keep that MAC on him, gotta keep that MAC on him
Gotta keep that MAC on, they pla-pla-pla-pla-plack on you

Solitaires on me, no cards
Niggas gon' pull up and spray in broad
Got the yopper on him right now
And he ready to pull up right now
Choppa hit a nigga with the scope
F*ck this pussy shit, we sellin' dope
Turn the hood into Iraq
On the corner, flippin' that pack
AK-47s and lortabs
Drugged up on them f*ckin' Percocets
Fell asleep and woke up with that yopper
And he playin' with it right now

See, my lil' nigga keep that mask on, I'ma keep that cash on him
I'ma keep that cash on him, I'ma do the dash
Don't make me drop a bird on you, I'm gon' drop a bag on you
I'm gon' drop that bag on you, don't make me drop that bag on you
Ayy, my lil' nigga keep that mask on, nigga gon' keep that mask on
Nigga gon' keep that mask on, nigga gon' keep that mask on
My lil' nig' keep that MAC on him, gotta keep that MAC on him
Gotta keep that MAC on, they pla-pla-pla-pla-plack on you

Trap with that .44 camouflage
The AR and TEC, that's a real menage
Jump out the side of a Caravan
Flippin' that work, you the middleman
Got that penthouse with the dogs off it
You take them Roxies with some alcohol
You rob in the daytime, nigga, my trap is a gold mine, nigga
Pour the four then cut the four
You play with that dog food, you play with that, play with that
These niggas are runnin' a gun store, they comin' to kick in your front door
The goonies got hoodies and money, Frank Lucas a role model
Hit 'em and hit 'em and lick 'em up and go get your own bottle

See, my lil' nigga keep that mask on, I'ma keep that cash on him
I'ma keep that cash on him, I'ma do the dash
Don't make me drop a bird on you, I'm gon' drop a bag on you
I'm gon' drop that bag on you, don't make me drop that bag on you
Ayy, my lil' nigga keep that mask on, nigga gon' keep that mask on
Nigga gon' keep that mask on, nigga gon' keep that mask on
My lil' nigga keep that MAC on him, gotta keep that MAC on him
Gotta keep that MAC on, they pla-pla-pla-pla-plack on you
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Writer: Joshua Howard Luellen, Leland Tyler Wayne, Nayvadius Wilburn
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.




Stick Talk

Took a shot of Henney, I've been going brazy, brazy
They say my whole hood got it under investigation
They know they talk that stick talk, that stick talk
They know we talk that lick talk, that lick talk

10 million dollars cash, f*ck a friend
Started sipping syrup, I've been geeked ever since
Gotta keep that heat on the scene ever since
You know we talk that stick talk, that stick talk
I'm 'bout to f*ck this cash up on a new toy
'Bout to f*ck this cash up on a new toy
You can't understand us cause you're too soft
Taliban bands, run 'em straight through the machinery

They came through with a stick and you heard it
They came through in this bitch and they were swerving
I can't believe the blood ain't on my shirt
Because he got hit close-range
We be talking stick talk, we be talking bricks too
We be talking lick talk, and I'mma f*ck your bitch too
I ain't got no manners for no sluts
I'mma put my thumb in her butt

Took a shot of Henney, I've been going brazy, brazy
They say my whole hood got it under investigation
They know they talk that stick talk, that stick talk
They know we talk that lick talk, that lick talk

10 million dollars cash, f*ck a friend
Started sipping syrup, I've been geeked ever since
Gotta keep that heat on the scene ever since
You know we talk that stick talk, that stick talk
I'm 'bout to f*ck this cash up on a new toy
'Bout to f*ck this cash up on a new toy
You can't understand us cause you're too soft
Taliban bands, run 'em straight through the machinery

I'mma tell a lie under oath
I can see it in your eyes, you want boat
I forgot, ain't got a word on body count
Riding in the club, barely tripping now
Ordered up a sofa, told her "ride me round the whole world"
I was on the E-way with that molly and that old girl
Get a little cheaper, you could win
Get it little harder, get the Benz

10 million dollars cash, f*ck a friend
Started sipping syrup, I've been geeked ever since
Gotta keep that heat on the scene ever since
You know we talk that stick talk, that stick talk
I'm 'bout to f*ck this cash up on a new toy
'Bout to f*ck this cash up on a new toy
You can't understand us cause you're too soft
Taliban bands, run 'em straight through the machinery

Fully loaded whip, fully loaded clips
F*ck her with my niggas, I ain't smoke a zoot
Red eyes in, I got them zones with me
Taliban bands, run 'em straight through the machinery

Took a shot of Henney, I've been going brazy, brazy
They say my whole hood got it under investigation
They know they talk that stick talk, that stick talk
They know we talk that lick talk, that lick talk

10 million dollars cash, f*ck a friend
Started sipping syrup, I've been geeked ever since
Gotta keep that heat on the scene ever since
You know we talk that stick talk, that stick talk
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Writer: Nayvadius Wilburn, Joshua Luellen, Leland Tyler Wayne, Sasja Vanderveken
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.




Freak Hoe

Freak ho, Freak ho
Freak ho, Freak ho

Freak ho, freak ho
Bounce that ass make your knees touch your elbows
Freak ho, freak ho
Bounce that ass make your knees touch your elbows
Free dope, free coke, lay it down
Niggas kickin' in your front door
Free dope, free coke, lay it down
Niggas kickin' in your front door

Titanic on my wrist, bad bitch on my dick
Build a donut in the 6, I just drove by Magic City
Put the heroine in the bricks, put the heroine in the bricks
Put the heroine in the bricks, make the change, I get it
On a worldwide treasure hunt, blowin' good get it
Pretty girls reppin' pretty gangs f*ckin' wit the kiddo
Type to f*ck a hood nigga good then tell em get on
Went from 5 on the indo 30 rounds in the extendo
F*ck a friend tho ain't pretend tho nigga comin' through sprayin' at the window
Keep the memo, got a line I'm tryna wipe her
I ain't even got no info, the billi cold like a nigga ridin' in a limo
I been in the pussy all day, at the cribbo
I f*ck a bitch she tell her friend I lost her free promo
I love a freak ho tho

Freak ho, freak ho
Bounce that ass make your knees touch your elbows
Freak ho, freak ho
Bounce that ass make your knees touch your elbows
Free dope, free coke, lay it down
Niggas kickin' in your front door
Free dope, free coke, lay it down
Niggas kickin' in your front door

Pour a lot of dirty soda in some bad bitches
Pussy rose off some coke tryn overdose
Made a ho eat a ho cuz she a broke ho
Got that check on me nigga that's a 44
My cuban links bigger than a wu tang
Lil nigga take your head off for a new chain
I send some bitch I just ain't right
I ride around town with a AR

Freak ho, freak ho
Bounce that ass make your knees touch your elbows
Freak ho, freak ho
Bounce that ass make your knees touch your elbows
Free dope, free coke, lay it down
Niggas kickin' in your front door
Free dope, free coke, lay it down
Niggas kickin' in your front door
[x2]
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Writer: LELAND TYLER WAYNE, NAYVADIUS WILBURN
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group




Rotation

I had to spill at shawty with my jeans on
And I had my pistol in my pocket
Can't trust none of these bitches, gotta be cautious
Can't trust none of these bitches, gotta be cautious
I bought all the sodas at the gas station
I just put a famous bitch on rotation
I just put that famous bitch on rotation
I just pull a shawty out on probation

Paranoia pulling up garage one in the head
I'm a hydroponic nigga full of bars and that red
I'mma camouflage in, I fell in love with this brick
I don't ordinary no type of nigga I don't beat
I thought I keep that tool on me everywhere
Spent a couple mill on my bitch last year
I just put a new whip on the E-way
Then I ran my bands back up like a relay
Certified junkie
I just pop the tag on the bands, it was Monday
I just keep that bag on me now at least 100
I've been on them Xans and that molly, I ain't frontin'

I had to spill at shawty with my jeans on
And I had my pistol in my pocket
Can't trust none of these bitches, gotta be cautious
Can't trust none of these bitches, gotta be cautious
I bought all the sodas at the gas station
I just put a famous bitch on rotation
I just put that famous bitch on rotation
I just pull a shawty out on probation

Yeah, I fell asleep with that paper
Bro, I can't tell you 'bout no capers
I just took the middle man off
I go Corleone by the cheque
I was getting dome with a tick
Bitch, you ain't gon' get no extra parts putting on faggot mood
I just called my contractor, told him "build another pool"
One sitting in the back, one by the living room
I keep all my jury at the bank now
Alexander McQueen's therapeutic
Bitch, I'm getting the same money as Cam Newton
Ask me how it feel to be a millionare

I had to spill at shawty with my jeans on
And I had my pistol in my pocket
Can't trust none of these bitches, gotta be cautious
Can't trust none of these bitches, gotta be cautious
I bought all the sodas at the gas station
I just put a famous bitch on rotation
I just put that famous bitch on rotation
I just pull a shawty out on probation
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Writer: Nayvadius Wilburn, Leland Tyler Wayne, Joshua Luellen
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.




Slave Master

Jump out a new whip, nigga, I got my slave master
I pour two zips nigga I'm feelin' way better
I'm feelin' way better, I'm feelin' way better
I'm feelin' way better, I'm feelin' way better
Jump out a new whip, nigga, I got my slave master
I pour two zips nigga I'm feelin' way better
I'm feelin' way better, I'm feelin' way better
I'm feelin' way better, I'm feelin' way better

Brooklyn ridin' with us, got my jeweler ridin' with me
Watch us drift off this good doddy
I can't provoke, all these killas won't go though
Puttin' it in twelve o'clock, smash all the script
Put some ash in your bitch, she a rip
She came unfaithful off pill for real
Do it for niggas who here, do it for niggas who gone
Do it for Double he gone, do it for Double he gone
Do it the way that we want, do it the way that we want
Do it the way that you want
Stayin' true to this culture
Don't get culture to be your vulture
Put a pinky ring on my pinky finger
Got some VVS's on my middle finger
F*ck you pussy niggas, all you niggas get the middle finger
I'm just keepin' it trill with you

Jump out a new whip, nigga, I got my slave master
I pour two zips nigga I'm feelin' way better
I'm feelin' way better, I'm feelin' way better
I'm feelin' way better, I'm feelin' way better
Jump out a new whip, nigga, I got my slave master
I pour two zips nigga I'm feelin' way better
I'm feelin' way better, I'm feelin' way better
I'm feelin' way better, I'm feelin' way better

Got a bail on ya, tryna smoke one
Got a clean watch with no diamonds in it
Got a fresh spot with that molly in it
Got a tint ol' coupe, four choppas in it
With a pound of Mary, I'm busy
I'm drinkin' the codeine, I feel it
I'm rollin' the dope and I feel it
I f*ck with your ho, she can get it
I'm stack up some chickens and get it
Gon' sell a bill in the trap
We gon' put your hood on the map
Show all them bitches you care
Show all them bitches you real
I see how they watch and they imitate me
This gold AP got 'em fascinated
Ain't no fabrication, I'm on medication
Cough syrup, I'm infatuated
Got your old girl she infatuated
Call her right now if you need me
I'mma try to be there if you need me
Try my best to be there if you need me
I'm keepin' my word on everythin'
Put some Aquafina on another ring
I'm the sky's pain when I make it rain
When I hit the club and I make it rain
When I pulled up, you know how I came

Jump out a new whip, nigga, I got my slave master
I pour two zips nigga I'm feelin' way better
I'm feelin' way better, I'm feelin' way better
I'm feelin' way better, I'm feelin' way better
Jump out a new whip, nigga, I got my slave master
I pour two zips nigga I'm feelin' way better
I'm feelin' way better, I'm feelin' way better
I'm feelin' way better, I'm feelin' way better

Brooklyn ridin' with us, got my jeweler ridin' with me
Do it for double he gone, do it for double he gone
Long live A$AP Yams, long live A$AP Yams
Long live A$AP Yams, I'm on that codeine right now
Long live A$AP Yams, long live A$AP Yams
Long live A$AP Yams, I'm on that codeine right now
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Writer: Nayvadius Wilburn, Leland Tyler Wayne, Joshua Howard Luellen
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.




Blow A Bag

[Intro]
Yeah
Young Metro, Young Metro, Young Metro
Young Metro, Young Metro, Young Metro
I woke up feeling like f*cking up this paper
Freebandz, Freebandz

[Hook]
I blow a bag today, I don't do nothin' fugazi
I blow a bag today, I walk in the mall and go crazy
I blow a bag today, I bought a whip on 'em babe
I blow a bag today, hop out the whip on 'em babe
I blow a bag today, I blow a bag today
I blow a bag today, shawty gon' f*ck me so crazy
I blow a bag today, I blow a bag today
I blow a bag today, I don't do nothin' fugazi

[Verse 1]
I had a bag today, I blow the bag today
I had to grab the Wraith, I had to grab the Wraith
I had to change the safe, I had to change my bitch
Money'll change a nigga, the fame'll change a bitch
I know I came from poverty, I got my name from poverty
I know for sure, for sure
If my Granddad was livin', I know he'd be proud of me
I know for sure, for sure
If Snupe was livin', I know he'll be proud of me
I know for sure, for sure
If Lonzo was livin', he never would've doubted me
I know for sure, for sure
I live with these diamonds, just check out my clarity
Gotta just check out these clarity
I guess I just feel like a parachute
I pull up right now and embarrass you
I sold the crack on my avenue
Only the strong survive
I'm just enjoying my life

[Hook]
I blow a bag today, I don't do nothin' fugazi
I blow a bag today, I walk in the mall and go crazy
I blow a bag today, I bought a whip on 'em babe
I blow a bag today, hop out the whip on 'em babe
I blow a bag today, I blow a bag today
I blow a bag today, shawty gon' f*ck me so crazy
I blow a bag today, I blow a bag today
I blow a bag today, I don't do nothin' fugazi

[Verse 2]
I ran it up with the same niggas
Get that money and stay with the same niggas
I know that money can change niggas
They don't look at you like you the same nigga
I just hope I can remain humble
Hop out a Ghost in the jungle, I did it
Sell out of dope at the apartments, I did it
I'm 'bout to cut off some niggas I know that ain't wit me
Runnin' with niggas
That wanna see niggas that get it and niggas to strive
And the real niggas is all they come across yeah
I know either way it goes, Sonny gon' be there
I know either way it goes, bro bro gon' be there (Young Metro!)
Even when a nigga was broke, Scooter was always there
I be pourin' up this 4, they thought we wouldn't be here
I told you come to town, we have to persevere
I knew there'd come a time when we'd all be here

[Hook]
I blow a bag today, I don't do nothin' fugazi
I blow a bag today, I walk in the mall and go crazy
I blow a bag today, I bought a whip on 'em babe
I blow a bag today, hop out the whip on 'em babe
I blow a bag today, I blow a bag today
I blow a bag today, shawty gon' f*ck me so crazy
I blow a bag today, I blow a bag today
I blow a bag today, I don't do nothin' fugazi

[Outro]
Future Hendrix
It's red bottoms when you walk to me
Come here and talk to me
You gon' make me throw the racks on you baby, aye
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Writer: Corey Uwaezuoke, Joshua Howard, Leland Tyler, Nayvadius Wilburn, Sonny Wayne
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.




Colossal

The luxury of having passion
I want it, I want it, I want it, I want it, I want it

This shit gettin' colossal
This shit gettin' colossal
This shit gettin' colossal
This shit gettin' colossal
We trap out the traphouse
We love it, we gettin' that money
We trap out the traphouse
Just know that we love it, we gettin' that money
This shit gettin' colossal

Hunnas on hunnas, do numbers on numbers
Get llamas on llamas
Got bales by the bundle
Got hunters as gone as a hundred
That's a hundred on hundred
Trapped out the house with my partners
We went to shoppin' on midget
We went to cop it and get it, take flights out the city
We go to AZ and send it
We go to AZ and get it
I'm hungry, admit it, I swear I'm conditioned
I served and I hustled on any conditions
F*ck your permission, I'll get you them digits
Come to your town and I get in the strip
I get them stacks and get busy
I get that gat and get busy
I take that crack and I flip it
I be in black like a villain
Hop out the 'Lac on some pimpin'
Step to that bitch like I'm golden
Half of these niggas, they bogus
Most of these niggas, they bogus
I go coast to coast, I'm fully loaded
I hit the lights for roaches just to scatter
I had to go to work with heavy metal
I done seen dead bodies in the ghetto
I seen these bitches dancin' with the devil
I seen that money make a bitch evil

This shit gettin' colossal
This shit gettin' colossal
This shit gettin' colossal
We trap out the traphouse
We love it, we gettin' that money
We trap out the traphouse
Just know that we love it, we gettin' that money
This shit gettin' colossal

I fell in love with a kickstand
I stole that bitch with my left hand
I'm 'bout to open a meth lab
I set the blow on the jetway
Called up some places for some big faces
I be in B-More like I'm a Raven
We trap out this bitch 'til the police raid it
I seen that coco turn bad when it get in the pot
I'm sorta like a chef when I'm over the pot
I'm sorta like a ref when we talk 'bout these streets
Whistle official, my pocket gorilla
We trap out these buildings and make us some millions
[?] nigga, the best of my game
We took all this game and went bought us some chains
We F*cking these bitches, ain't none of 'em gettin' claimed
I'm straight up, deranged
I jump out the Range
I go to the flame on a Wednesday
That molly, that drank and that kush
I think I went over my limit
Stack after stack after stack
I'm throwin' this shit to the ceiling
Got three Audemars and a Bentley
And it's one hell of a feeling

This shit gettin' colossal
This shit gettin' colossal
This shit gettin' colossal
We trap out the traphouse
We love it, we gettin' that money
We trap out the traphouse
Just know that we love it, we gettin' that money
This shit gettin' colossal
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Writer: XAVIER DOTSON, NAYVADIUS WILBURN
Copyright: Lyrics © Ultra Tunes, Universal Music Publishing Group




Rich $ex

I got my diamonds on
You got your diamonds on
Watches on watches
I looked at her and I said, "Beautiful"
Baby let's go have rich sex
Baby let's go have rich sex
Make a little love on the rich sex
Rich sex, bitch

Baby let's go and have rich sex
Make a little love on the rich sex
Baby let's go and have rich sex
Baby girl, let's have some rich sex
I'ma keep my AP on while I do it
We can keep an AP on while we do it
You can keep your Rollie on when I get to it
You can keep your Rollie on when I get to it
When you look down, see my chains on
When you look down, see my chains on
When you're ridin' on me, see my chains on
When you're ridin' on me, keep my chains on (VVS)
Baby we can go and have rich sex
Baby girl, go and have rich sex
You ain't ever ever had rich sex
You ain't ever ever had rich sex

Never made love to a misfit
You never made love to a misfit
Come and kick a deal on some rich shit
I'ma keep it pimpin' on some rich shit
We can do the show on the jet lift
F*ckin' in the air on the jet, bitch
We can do the [?] over Vegas
Hundred thousand dollars for a watch, count fetti
Kiss on a nigga with his chains on, glistenin'
F*ck so good, got both of us dizzy
Do it lowkey, profile, get busy
Do it lowkey, profile, get busy
Got the Audemars Piguet on fleek
Got my number one freak in the sheets
And all she want is the D
And for me to keep this ice on me

Baby let's go and have rich sex
Make a little love on the rich sex
Baby let's go and have rich sex
Baby girl, let's have some rich sex
I'ma keep my AP on while I do it
We can keep an AP on while we do it
You can keep your Rollie on when I get to it
You can keep your Rollie on when I get to it
When you look down, see my chains on
When you look down, see my chains on
When you're ridin' on me, see my chains on
When you're ridin' on me, keep my chains on (VVS)
Baby we can go and have rich sex
Baby girl, go and have rich sex
You ain't ever ever had rich sex
You ain't ever ever had rich sex

Let's stop for a while, have recess
Let's stop for a while, have recess
Let's kiss for a while, have recess
Let's touch for a while, have recess
Do it for a while like a replay
Let me see you wind that ass up like a DJ
Run that back like a DJ
I know you see this big face
Chandelier froze for a bad one
Come and kick game in your ear while I smash you
And I keep them thangs in my ear while I'm smashin'
And I catch you hot like the flame and the passion
And I got the flash on deck, no battery
And I have some Tom Fords on while you suckin' me
Cuban link hang off my neck, to your neck from my neck
To my watch and my chain [?]

Baby let's go and have rich sex
Make a little love on the rich sex
Baby let's go and have rich sex
Baby girl, let's have some rich sex
I'ma keep my AP on while I do it
We can keep an AP on while we do it
You can keep your Rollie on when I get to it
You can keep your Rollie on when I get to it
When you look down, see my chains on
When you look down, see my chains on
When you're ridin' on me, see my chains on
When you're ridin' on me, keep my chains on (VVS)
Baby we can go and have rich sex
Baby girl, go and have rich sex
You ain't ever ever had rich sex
You ain't ever ever had rich sex
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Writer: ADAM KING FEENEY, NAYVADIUS WILBURN, LELAND WAYNE, JOSHUA HOWARD LUELLEN
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.




Blood On The Money

They gave lil China 25 for them thangs, nigga
They walk up on you, give it to your friends, nigga
They walk up on you, give it to you, see your friends, nigga
Young Metro, Young Metro, Young Metro
We've been at the laundromat all day
We've been washin' money all day
I heard the police lookin' for me cause I got the hood hot
We've been at the laundromat all day
We've been washin' money all day
Heard the police lookin' for me cause I got the hood

It got blood on the money and I still count it
They got blood on the money and I still count it
I can't help the way I'm raised up
That Easter Pink, I tried to give it up, I can't give it up

28 grams, I serve it on the porch
I just seent 'em march, they ran off in my house
The homicide unit come into the house
My cousin murked a nigga and he just got out
I hang with all the killers and the robbers
I pour me up some drank, say "F*ck my problems"
My hood, they treat me like I'm El Chapo
I keep that dog food like I'm Rilo
I had the warrant in Clayco and beat the case
Man I'm fresh as hell, bitch, Easter day
All my ghetto tactics I'm above average
I've been so in tune, man I've been so ambitious
Grab another Fanta, let me fill it up
If they ain't make the channel, you ain't built like us
The federales f*ckin' with my nigga Ty
It's Black Amigo Gang 'til a nigga die
I feel I'm walkin' through Hell
I swear to God I'll never tell
They try to give a nigga the chair
I tell my mama, "Wish me well"

It got blood on the money and I still count it
They got blood on the money and I still count it
They got girls on the money and I still count it
They got boy on the money, watch my nigga count it

I know the devil is real, I know the devil is real
I take a dose of them pills and I get real low in the field
I'll fly to LA today, and I live so high in the Hills
I share the mansion with goonies, I shared the bitch with a goonie
I took the mack I'm a [?] niggas ain't slippin', we got 'em
I took the pack out to Paris, me and that money got married
Me and the molly got married
Devoted in everything, my niggas mean everything
We're 5 deep inside a Chevy
Yeah we tryna get it
Ask me do I know how to whip it
F*ck the witness

It got blood on the money and I still count it
They got blood on the money and I still count it
I can't help the way I'm raised up
That Easter Pink, I tried to give it up, I can't give it up

She put me off and it was ugly
I made a million dollars, say she love me
The way she did me, it destroyed me
I kept it real with lil' shorty
I've been goin' bar for bar, these niggas know what's poppin' with me
I can go from car to car, these bitches quarter million at least
Two thousand for the shoes, I keep some shit on my feet
I'm prolly in the mood to f*ck your bitch on the beach
I dropped out of school and I get money like Meech
Send 'em drank and send 'em the driver just to get somethin' to eat
You see how things change?
I came from cocaine

It got blood on the money and I still count it
They got blood on the money and I still count it
I can't help the way I'm raised up
That Easter Pink, I tried to give it up, I can't give it up

I hang with all the killers and the robbers
I pour me up a drink, say "F*ck my problems"
The federales f*ckin' with my nigga Ty
It's Black Amigo Gang 'til a nigga die
I heard the police lookin' for me cause I got the hood hot
Heard the police lookin' for me cause I got the hood
They got girls on the money and I still count it
They got boy on the money, watch my nigga count it
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Writer: XAVIER DOTSON, NAYVADIUS WILBURN, JOSHUA CROSS, LELAND WAYNE
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Ultra Tunes, Universal Music Publishing Group




Trap Niggas

Times gettin' hard but a nigga still gettin' it
Young rich niggas, in this motherf*cker

When you wake up before you brush your teeth
You grab your strap, nigga
Only time you get down on your knees
Shooting craps, nigga
F*ck what you heard, God blessin' all the trap niggas
God blessin' all the trap niggas
When you wake up before you brush your teeth
You grab your strap, nigga
Only time you get down on your knees
Shooting craps, nigga
F*ck what you heard, God blessin' all the trap niggas
God blessin' all the trap niggas

Weighed 1008 grams on the spot
I got a lower case T across my chest
Your crack house doin' numbers then you blessed
You move your momma to a crib from the 'jects
It's so much alcohol and kush on my breath
We prayin' five times a day to catch a plug
A few beef pies stashed in the trunk
Shoot dice all day and sell dust
You loaded up, they talkin' shit, you gone bust
Told yourself a million times, you don't give a f*ck
Sold over a million dimes, hangin' in the cut
Sold over a million dimes, I don't give a f*ck
What?

When you wake up before you brush your teeth
You grab your strap, nigga
Only time you get down on your knees
Shooting craps, nigga
F*ck what you heard, God blessin' all the trap niggas
God blessin' all the trap niggas
When you wake up before you brush your teeth
You grab your strap, nigga
Only time you get down on your knees
Shooting craps, nigga
F*ck what you heard, God blessin' all the trap niggas
God blessin' all the trap niggas

I thought Ia-la was gone wake up with that Glock, okay though
Stash the dope inside a Winnebago in Decatur
He got your work, he posted up in the hood Bodago
Lil' woadie loading up that yopper before he brush his teeth
Gotta roll a backwood up while he count the cheese
We on the turf, getting active on the backstreet
I'm drinkin' Actavis, the only thing that relax me
I'm on drugs, every single day I pop a seal
We talk that lingo 'round here, we try to work a deal
You pull up round here, they serve you here to Dixie Hill
You hit Old Nat'al, I know you gotta see a traphouse
Gotta cock it back, gotta hit it shit without

When you wake up before you brush your teeth
You grab your strap, nigga
Only time you get down on your knees
Shooting craps, nigga
F*ck what you heard, God blessin' all the trap niggas
God blessin' all the trap niggas
When you wake up before you brush your teeth
You grab your strap, nigga
Only time you get down on your knees
Shooting craps, nigga
F*ck what you heard, God blessin' all the trap niggas
God blessin' all the trap niggas

You loaded up, they talkin' shit, you gone bust
Told yourself a million times, you don't give a f*ck
Sold over a million dimes, hangin' in the cut
Sold over a million dimes, I don't give a f*ck
What?
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Writer: JOSHUA HOWARD LUELLEN, NAYVADIUS WILBURN
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.




The Percocet & Stripper Joint

Aw yeah
Aw yeah, aw yeah, aw yeah, aw yeah, aw yeah
Yeah
Check this out

I get mad zooted, I got this bad thing I recruited
My passion is a movie, I say f*ck her 'cause I screwed her
I stay on Miley Cyrus, everywhere I go I'm screwed up
I know my Texas niggas got my back and that's for sure though
Sippin' on Easter Pink like it's Tanqueray
We ain't never gon' give this f*ckin' life up
I know them boys sayin' they gettin' to the money over there
Baby, trust me, these niggas nothin' like us
I put charisma in my lingo and she fell for me
I gave her realness, and that's all she gon' get from me
Bonafide superstar, I'm straight up out the hood-ood
I just did a dose of Percocets with some strippers

I just did a dose of Percocet with some strippers
I just poured this lean in my cup like it's liquor
I just need a whole lot of drugs in my system
I just tried acid for the first time, I feel good

Treasure bring misery, codeine in my delivery
I pulled up in a big B, swervin' like a hippie
Movin' with the dopers and pushers
In the Rover duckin' undercover, huggin' the Interstate
Cuppin' a couple cakes, the drum hangin' under me
Got a chain hangin' over me
God watchin' over me, all my angels watch over me
I bag it like groceries, keep some cash flowin' over me
Got some money all in my hand and I stack it all under me
The young niggas under me, they gon' stand up in any war
We built this shit ground up, at the head of a seminar
I talk for the real ones
I talk for them niggas that feel this shit out in Belgium
Freebandz Gang

I just did a dose of Percocet with some strippers
I just poured this lean in my cup like it's liquor
I just need a whole lot of drugs in my system
I just tried acid for the first time, I feel good
I just tried acid for the first time, I feel good
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

Writer: Joshua Luellen, Nayvadius DeMun Wilburn
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.




Real Sisters

This that new wave
Future Hendrix

[Hook:]
Say you getting throwed
I'm tryna pour up with you
Oh, that's your best friend?
I'm tryna f*ck her with you
First met the bitch, they said they real sisters
I don't give a f*ck if they was real sisters
F*ck around with me, you tryna dodge bullets
Serving packs of chickens in a Dodge Hemi
F*ck around with me, you tryna dodge bullets
F*ck around with me, I f*ck twin sisters

Whipping up a key, tryna dodge prison
Trapping in the street, in some Margiela's
Players turn to fiends with that Godzilla
Sell that heroin in the trap, I'm a dog, nigga
Black Amigo Gang, got them bales on us
Way before the fame, I had a bale on me
20,000 off a juug, ain't got a scale on me
Real shooters, they'll sit in jail for me
Kill the judge, nigga, before they tell on me
And f*ck the plug, nigga, I'm tryna take something
Finesse'd 'em out that cash, say he raped something
I'm in Lil' Mexico, we 'bout to take something

[Hook]

Hublot on a nigga, so she down for me
Standing on the stage with them rounds on me
I sell a lot of chickens and I'm innocent
I'm riding with that white, dodging penitentiary
Middle fingers always to the popo
I done fell in love with the Lambo
I been taking Molly, rockin' Tommy
Tom Ford, nigga, walking like a zombie
Standing in the trenches screaming, "murder!"
You need to take that nigga off and try to serve 'em
She got Chanel dripping off her, I'm 'bout to murk her
And I can tell the way she talk, that bitch thirsty

[Hook]
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

Writer: XAVIER DOTSON, XAVIER L. DOTSON, NAYVADIUS WILBURN
Copyright: Lyrics © Ultra Tunes, Universal Music Publishing Group




Kno The Meaning

My uncle Ronnie used to wash cars
My uncle Wayne was a kingpin, you know what I'm saying
My uncle Don, that nigga used to rob banks and shit, rest in peace
My granddaddy was a boss, he was a king pin you hear me

Got the game from them old niggas
You gotta know where I'm from to get to know a nigga
I'm still glad I smoke weed
Hidin' from the police
I spent time overseas, hanging out in England
And I got the squad on my mind and I mean this
Do a little time out the country, I need this
56 nights, gotta know the real meaning

Dropped Monster tape and had to go to Europe
Best thing I ever did was fall out of love
Esco came to me, he said they think you washed up
You need to go back in, show these niggas who the one
We going back in as soon as we get off tour
He had my hard drive on him when he caught the case
When they took him in custody they took my life away

People didn't even understand that my hard drives that I recorded all my music on for two years straight was on this... was on this one hard drive that Esco had and he was locked up with it, so I had to record new music. That's when I did Beast Mode

I'm fresh off the plane on them [?]
I endured so much pain, ain't got Esco with me
Ain't got nobody smoke one or pour with me
Niggas rocked the lean, man, when I was OT
And I'm still dealing with the time they gave Doe B
How you gon' get your armed robbery around me?
And my lifestyle getting way bigger
I got so much love for my niggas
Brown paper bag we getting back to the paper
Getting back to the basics
Everything I did, it was premeditated
I just knew there'd come a time when I finally did make it
And some niggas started hating, I ain't never had no problem with these niggas
I've been about my guala from the dodo
Got an R&B chick laying on me, no photo
Got a combo in the condo doing some real life porno

And I ain't worried about nothing in the world, keep that badass bitch
These niggas ain't on my problems, damn that shit
There's so much more I gotta endure
I just had my baby gotta go on tour

Got the game from them old niggas
You gotta know where I'm from to get to know a nigga
I'm still glad I smoke weed
Hidin' from the police
I spent time overseas, hanging out in England
And I got the squad on my mind and I mean this
Do a little time out the country, I need this
56 nights, gotta know the real meaning

I ain't holding this back, I ain't holding this
The music way ahead of its time and I notice this
Get back in the studio, give them what they was missing
They didn't know I knew the game and I know how to reinvent it
They ain't know me in the projects, they just know me from rhyming
My hard work finally catching up with perfect timing

You know what I'm saying, I could take a hundred dollar slab and goddamn make three hundred off that bitch, you dig?

Got the game from them old niggas
You gotta know where I'm from to get to know a nigga
I'm still glad I smoke weed
Hidin' from the police
I spent time overseas, hanging out in England
And I got the squad on my mind and I mean this
Do a little time out the country, I need this
56 nights, gotta know the real meaning

Everything in the streets, it prepared me for everything that I'm going through right now. The good and the bad, you know what I'm saying? Can't let none of this shit get to me. I go harder cause I know where I was at, and I know where I wanna go
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Writer: JOSHUA LUELLEN, NAYVADIUS WILBURN
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.




F*ck Up Some Commas

Fake nigga lie to a real nigga, that's just some shit that you don't do
I'ma stay riding for my real niggas, that's just some shit that I'm gon' do
F*ck all the commas, let's f*ck up some commas nigga
Let's f*ck up some commas, let's do that shit random
Yeah, Future
Future Hendrix, it's some shit you don't do

F*ck up some commas, let's f*ck up some commas, yeah
Let's f*ck up some commas, let's f*ck up some commas, yeah
Forty thou' to a hunned thou'
A hunned thou' 'nother hunned thou'
Three hunned thou', five hunned thou'
A milli y'all let's have a money shower

F*ck up some commas, let's f*ck up some commas, yeah
Let's f*ck up some commas, let's f*ck up some commas, yeah
Forty thou' to a hunned thou'
A hunned thou' 'nother hunned thou'
Three hunned thou', five hunned thou'
A milli y'all let's have a money shower

F*ck up the lumber, I'm hot like a sauna, yeah
The burner is on me, can't play with that money, yeah
I'm f*cking with shorty, I'm loving the way that she f*cking me, yeah
Give no f*cks yeah, we don't give no f*cks, yeah
Throw my cup yeah, I just bought my plug, yeah
Full of mud yeah, niggas full of them drugs, yeah
Feeling real right yeah, I'm on same thing as Mike, yeah
Bought a lil' ice yeah, I wanna beat that dope like Ike, yeah

F*ck up some commas, let's f*ck up some commas, yeah
Let's f*ck up some commas, let's f*ck up some commas, yeah
Forty thou' to a hunned thou'
A hunned thou' 'nother hunned thou'
Three hunned thou', five hunned thou'
A milli y'all let's have a money shower

F*ck up some commas, let's f*ck up some commas, yeah
Let's f*ck up some commas, let's f*ck up some commas, yeah
Forty thou' to a hunned thou'
A hunned thou' 'nother hunned thou'
Three hunned thou', five hunned thou'
A milli y'all let's have a money shower

Smoke the first 48 hours, grind 22 and sleep 2 hours
Put 24's on the new Audi, white on white like baby powder
Drop ya bitch off at Fulton County, might count it up and then re-count it
Double Cup like Tunechi, bust it down with these goonies
Give no f*cks yeah, we don't give no f*cks, yeah
Go fill my cup yeah, bitch go fill my cup, yeah
You heard that the slums made me, I'm cool with the Konvicts
The coupe look like Akon, f*ck all that bum shit

F*ck up some commas, let's f*ck up some commas, yeah
Let's f*ck up some commas, let's f*ck up some commas, yeah
Forty thou' to a hunned thou'
A hunned thou' 'nother hunned thou'
Three hunned thou', five hunned thou'
A milli y'all let's have a money shower

Fit it, critic, get it, hit it, run it, drill it, wet it, I'm in it, really
Split it fifty-fifty, ball, Reggie, ready, set, go
Throw that money in the air, watch it fall to the floor
Heard ya ordered up some racks, need to order up some more
Audemar, yeah, eighty on the watch, yeah
Katy Perry yeah, servin' Katy Perry, yeah
I should ball yeah, I should break you off, yeah
Break you off yeah, made myself a boss, yeah

F*ck up some commas, let's f*ck up some commas, yeah
Let's f*ck up some commas, let's f*ck up some commas, yeah
Forty thou' to a hunned thou'
A hunned thou' 'nother hunned thou'
Three hunned thou', five hunned thou'
A milli y'all let's have a money shower

Give no f*cks yeah, we don't give no f*cks, yeah
Give no f*cks yeah, we don't give no f*cks, yeah
Forty thou' to a hunned thou'
A hunned thou' 'nother hunned thou'
Three hunned thou', five hunned thou'
A milli y'all let's have a money shower

Let's have a money shower right now, oh
Let's have a money shower right now, oh
Let's have a money shower right now, let's go
Let's have a money shower right now, let's go
Let's have a money shower, oh, oh, oh, oh
Forty thou' to a hunnid thou' to a hunnid thou' to a hunnid thou'
A million, Hendrix
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Writer: Gary Hill, Joshua Luellen, Nayvadius Wilburn, Joshua Howard Luellen
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.




Back to: Future


DS2 (abbreviation of Dirty Sprite 2) is the third studio album by American rapper Future. The album serves as the sequel to his breakout mixtape, Dirty Sprite (2011). It features production from Metro Boomin, Southside, and Zaytoven, among others. The album was supported by three singles: "Fuck Up Some Commas", "Where Ya At", and "Stick Talk".

DS2 was ranked as one of the best albums of 2015 and the decade by several publications. The album debuted at number one on the US Billboard 200, and it earned 151,000 units in its first week.

By January 2016, the album sold 344,000 in the United States. In July 2022, the album was certified triple platinum by the Recording Industry Association of America (RIAA).
Performed By: Future
Genre(s): Hip hop, trap
Producer(s): Allen Ritter, Cassius Jay, DJ Spinz, Frank Dukes, G Koop, Jake One, Metro Boomin, Sonny Digital, Southside, Zaytoven
Length: 44:22
Released: July 17th, 2015
Year: 2015

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