Future
(Woah, woah, woah)
(Yeah, cmon)
Lookin' ahead of the future, gettin' this money, it's true tho
Take a, trip up to Pluto, poppin' tags like, hold on
Look at my eyes, they blue, tho lil' bitch sweet like fruit tho
You know how we do tho, kickin' shit like Bruno
Way I, pop my shit, bitch, I feel just' like a pimple
Think it's easy it's simple, swervin' the wraith, no rental
Get that money and flippo, bruh ass, built like a hippo
556 gone spin tho, the bank is where we land tho
Bitch, I'm like, what the fuck, sip up out that double cup
Spin up in a blasted truck
Like hit, the bank and shit, he got a caugh, I think he, sick
We gotta hit this shit again
You know that shit a must, stand on my bread, that shit a plus
Said they shot, but, it was us
Like a baby, he gon' fuss, smoke his ass, get, turnt to dust
She gon' tweak, she gotta trust
Yeah, they be cappin' shit, fake ah money, I laugh and shit
Ha-hah, yeah, you're ass' and shit
Hit from the back, I clap and shit, ARP gon' smack and shit
Hit from the back, and I clap and shit
Just turn me up, and listen
Lookin' ahead of the future, get this money, it's true tho
Take a trip up to Pluto, poppin' shit like, hold on
Look at my eyes, they blue tho, that bitch, sweet like Fruit tho
You know how we do tho
Kickin' shit like Bruno
Yeah kicking shi like Bruno
(Woah, oh, woah, oh, oh)
(Yeah, cmon)
Lookin' ahead of the future, gettin' this money, it's true tho
Take a, trip up to Pluto, poppin' tags like, hold on
Look at my eyes, they blue, tho lil' bitch sweet like fruit tho
You know how we do tho, kickin' shit like Bruno
Way I, pop my shit, bitch, I feel just' like a pimple
Think it's easy it's simple, swervin' the wraith, no rental
Get that money and flippo, bruh ass, built like a hippo
556 gone spin tho, the bank is where we land tho
Bitch, I'm like, what the fuck, sip up out that double cup
Spin up in a blasted truck
Like hit, the bank and shit, he got a caugh, I think he, sick
We gotta hit this shit again
You know that shit a must, stand on my bread, that shit a plus
Said they shot, but, it was us
Like a baby, he gon' fuss, smoke his ass, get, turnt to dust
She gon' tweak, she gotta trust
Yeah, they be cappin' shit, fake ah money, I laugh and shit
Ha-hah, yeah, you're ass' and shit
Hit from the back, I clap and shit, ARP gon' smack and shit
Hit from the back, and I clap and shit
Just turn me up, and listen
Lookin' ahead of the future, get this money, it's true tho
Take a trip up to Pluto, poppin' shit like, hold on
Look at my eyes, they blue tho, that bitch, sweet like Fruit tho
You know how we do tho
Kickin' shit like Bruno
Yeah kicking shi like Bruno
(Woah, oh, woah, oh, oh)
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Writer(s): Dawson Rodgers
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