FUTURE

(Slatt, slatt)
Good on my own I don't need nothin', nigga don't need nothin' (oh yeah)
I'm up in the hotbox with the cute hoe, I told lil' shawty "I'm 'G'd up'"
I don't need no luxury
With my 'slattington' on the block like Andre Drummond

I had met the UK hoe back in Atlanta, up in Phipps
She ate the D like a crumpet, nigga met the Jamaican vibe in New York, at Saks Fifth
I call that lil' hoe 'the munch'

I swear all these niggas do is cap
Nigga constantly capping, call him 'Cap'n Crunch'
At the penthouse we just been counting up residuals
If they talking 'bout cash, I get a fucking bunch (c'mon)

(aye Zay das my slimeball das my slatty)
(Oh yeah)
Call up the north, I got ice on me freezing
Louis V bag with the Chinchilla beanie
Poured up a 4, that shit blurring my vision

Count up that dough and go take care of your people, Why this NPC bitch try to dub me
I told her, "Lil' bitch I don't fuck with you either"
Hit my jack for the pills I'm the plug

Vinci V done locked in with the streets, now I'm plugged in with 'Ethernet'
Moncler and Alyx Puffer, bitch that's on my back
Step out with that shit on, head to toe all black

Vinci walk in the spot, they be like, "It's a bat"
Bitch I'm just trying to ball,
I'm trying to ball with my motherfuckin' brothers,
My niggas Lamelo and Lonzo

I had text her to push up and give up the neck
Told shawty, "Make that shit pronto"
Why your man like to talk out the side of his neck,
Nigga got put in a frontal

Nigga penthouse, we constantly counting up checks
Penthouse the rackades, strong hoe
I got two foreign hoes that's with me in the back
I think they both from the Congo

That freak hoe like giving me head and sex
Aim for the neck and your head and chest
With my Ugandan lady, she heaven sent
Nigga put that shit on, like so effortless

If it's not 'bout no bands, it's irrelevant
Don't try to test my troops, we toating heavy weapons
BB on my feet, big B Balenci steppin
Niggas said they didn't like SRT, my Girl she said that she love the way I be Talking it's so clever

Nigga come to the trap, we got bags of them, hmm? (green)
Duffles of cash in there too (fuck you mean?)
Nigga we having cash on demand
But I'm talking about that motherfuckin' gat, When I'm talking about the green

Shawty give me that mean neck in the condo
Her pussy get weed out
Got her sweating weave out, shawty Hollywood

Nigga fuck 420 everyday the holiday
Nigga constantly geeked
I think I lost my tolerance
The dental plankage just got

Sliding tit for tat because you know we on top of them
Stack it back up on that motherfuckin' forcade
Shawty a freak for the V, she get funky
And these Alyx pundit boots are so fucking comfy
(got this shit on me bitch, yeah)

Hundreds all over, I thought I was dreaming
I got some money and put it in 'V's'
Shawty told me I'm super cool, like Mr. Freeze

Turn this shut up 545 degrees
Nigga, Vinci the last one of a dyin' breed
Speed up motherfuckin' cat like, hmm
I'm smokin' and picking the booth

I got a scared, shawty called me her boo
Foreign bitches, she fuck in my room
Shawty got a whole lot of caboose

Vinci V 'bout to storm through like tornado, get on board or you getting the boot
Lately I been getting more of my hella payroll
In the end we gon' get to the loot
(Slatty)