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[Future:]
(Last name Hendrix, what up out here?)
Pluto
(808 Mafia)
Pluto, Pluto, Pluto
Just another menace to society
I'll take an oil can and come up out of poverty
I'm in my bag, nigga, like I hit a lottery
I'm in my bag like I just went on a robbery
I get so fresh, I post a pic, they think I'm sendin' shots
When I fuck my bitch, I Suge, I keep my eyes on the Glock
I said, "I miss you," and you know damn well a nigga toxic
(Last name Hendrix, what up out here?)
Pluto
(808 Mafia)
Pluto, Pluto, Pluto
Just another menace to society
I'll take an oil can and come up out of poverty
I'm in my bag, nigga, like I hit a lottery
I'm in my bag like I just went on a robbery
I get so fresh, I post a pic, they think I'm sendin' shots
When I fuck my bitch, I Suge, I keep my eyes on the Glock
I said, "I miss you," and you know damn well a nigga toxic
I'll go to Hell about this shit I love and ain't a lot
I can sell some dope, before this rap shit, I was flippin' cash
I'ma stack a billio' on top what I already had
Ho, sign an NDA before you come through, suck the swag
Nigga can't even trip now, nigga might trip over a million cash
I see eye to eye with demons, got me talkin' to the devil
Drop a bag, niggas comin' through just like some bad weather
Get them racks, bae, I really don't have to put them bricks together
First class, nigga, we ridin' around on jets like Delta
I can sell some dope, before this rap shit, I was flippin' cash
I'ma stack a billio' on top what I already had
Ho, sign an NDA before you come through, suck the swag
Nigga can't even trip now, nigga might trip over a million cash
I see eye to eye with demons, got me talkin' to the devil
Drop a bag, niggas comin' through just like some bad weather
Get them racks, bae, I really don't have to put them bricks together
First class, nigga, we ridin' around on jets like Delta
[Doe Boy:]
Uh, you hop on that flight, gettin' fucked tonight, bitch, that's period (Mwah, come here, baby)
Hop in a Bentley whip, whip it, let the G6 steer it (Skrrt)
Uh, nigga, fuck your feelings, if it ain't cash, ain't tryna hear it (Fool)
Uh, no, I don't fly Spirit, but if you try, fly your spirit (Oh, really?)
Uh, one-way trip to Heaven, try the gang, that's how we play
He was lookin' too fly today, I stripped his ass like TSA (Think I'm playin'?)
Empty them pockets, take them shoes off, fuck what you got to say (Huh? Think I'm playin'?)
You talk too much, you just gettin' robbed today, no, you gettin' shot today
Bitch, most these rappers lame 'fore the fame, they ain't have a name ('Fore the fame, they ain't have a name, pussy)
Most these rappers lame 'fore the fame, they ain't have a game (Doe Beezy)
VVs on my neck, that shit wet, but I'll snatch a chain (Oh, really?)
[Future:]
Just another menace to society
I'll take an oil can and come up out of poverty
I'm in my bag, nigga, like I hit a lottery
I'm in my bag like I just went on a robbery
I get so fresh, I post a pic, they think I'm sendin' shots
When I fuck my bitch, I Suge, I keep my eyes on the Glock
I said, "I miss you," and you know damn well a nigga toxic
Most these rappers lame 'fore the fame, they ain't have a game (Doe Beezy)
VVs on my neck, that shit wet, but I'll snatch a chain (Oh, really?)
[Future:]
Just another menace to society
I'll take an oil can and come up out of poverty
I'm in my bag, nigga, like I hit a lottery
I'm in my bag like I just went on a robbery
I get so fresh, I post a pic, they think I'm sendin' shots
When I fuck my bitch, I Suge, I keep my eyes on the Glock
I said, "I miss you," and you know damn well a nigga toxic
I'll go to Hell about this shit I love and ain't a lot
[Doe Boy:]
Buh, buh, buh, buh, buh, brrt
This motherfucker hot, gotta get rid of this bitch
Oh, shit
Goddamn, nigga (Gotta get the fuck on)
Fuck this whip
Fuck this whip, boy, that bitch done (Gotta get the fuck on)
[Doe Boy:]
Buh, buh, buh, buh, buh, brrt
This motherfucker hot, gotta get rid of this bitch
Oh, shit
Goddamn, nigga (Gotta get the fuck on)
Fuck this whip
Fuck this whip, boy, that bitch done (Gotta get the fuck on)
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