[Intro]
Starin’ at the candle
Feel the pain on me, nigga, it don’t matter
Got my currency exchanged, got my bands up
(Wheezy outta here)

[Chorus]
I’m a ty-tycoon, that’s why they hate me
‘Till they throw the sheets on me I’m goin’ crazy
Got Balencis on my feet, they can’t take me
I know I ain’t gon’ be deceased ’til I’m like eighty
I been gettin’ so damn geeked, I been prayin’
I been chinchilla sheet wherever I’m stayin’
Took that Draco on the PJ, I ain’t playin’
I ain’t goin’, no, no, street’s dangerous

[Verse 1]
Ain’t got Activis, so fuck it, I had to red it
I sent hitters from everywhere, they had to dead it
You know my niggas, they bangin’ the same color as spaghetti
I got my transport up and I got my Getty
I’m gettin’ the passports stamped, we goin’ steady
They try to cut a nigga throat off with a machete
I know my lil’ bro’s gon’ kick the door in and let that lead hit
I’m not an imposer so I’m tryna find an exit
They know it’s a thousand cutters hittin’ off if they come for me
Uno gang, twenty-seven, they gon’ gun for me
ABK gon’ broad day, he go’n get it done for
I’ma big dog, they a lil’ son to me

[Verse 2]
Fully auto on the seat they let you take it
I ain’t going no, no, no, I’ma spray you
Let my dog’s off the leash, you gon’ hate it
Twin choppers on me, they my favorite, yeah, yeah
Catch me rollin’ in the Ghost, Patrick Swayze
Travelin’ all across the coast for this gravy
Buyin’ gold by the pound, I upgraded
I came from Lil Mexico, a nigga made it
Posted up outside the store I’m the greatest
If you can make it out the bricks thats amazing
I got my gang from out the 6, ain’t no tradin’
You know the side was two guns blazin’

[Chorus]
I’m a ty-tycoon, that’s why they hate me (I’m a ty-tycoon)
‘Till they throw the sheets on me I’m goin’ crazy (Throw the sheets on me)
Got Balencis on my feet, they can’t take me (Got Balencis on me)
I know I ain’t gon’ be deceased ’til I’m like eighty (Yeah, ain’t gon’ be deceased, no)
I been gettin’ so damn geeked, I been prayin’ (Yeah, I’m geeked, man, I’m geeked up)
I been chinchilla sheet wherever I’m stayin’ (Got my chinchilla sheets up)
Took that Draco on the PJ, I ain’t playin’ (Took the Draco on the P, whaddup)
I ain’t goin’, no, no, street’s dangerous (Goin’ no, no, street’s dangerous)

[Outro]
Yeah, ain’t goin’ no, no (Ain’t goin’, no, no), street’s dangerous (Trap)
Ain’t goin’, no, no
Yeah, what you do?
I been chinchilla all of my sheet wherever I’m stayin’
I been gettin’ so damn geeked, I been prayin’
Took that Draco on the PJ, I ain’t playin’
I ain’t goin’, no, no (Ain’t goin’, ain’t goin’)
Starin’ at the candle
Feel the pain on me, nigga, it don’t matter
Get my currency exchange, got my bands up

Future – WIFI LIT Lyrics

July 7, 2018Azlyrics

[Intro]
Zaytoven
Woah, woah, woah
Woah, woah, woah, woah

[Chorus: Future]
Gone in the sky, over 20,000
I keep my wifi lit
I spend over 5,000, that’s just on one fit
I’m not going back no more when I ain’t have shit
Pray I get a new connect, pray I get a brick

[Verse 1: Future]
I leave a bitch in the cold, oh
I don’t act poor no more
I left her sitting at the Loews, oh
‘Cause she wasn’t touching her toes, no
I’m on some rich nigga shit
It’s all about rich nigga timing
Fully loaded whip
I’m gone curve you kindness
I’m in Hermes drip, not in the store, you can’t find it
I got stacks on me and they won’t fit no wallet
I got Gucci socks on me and money in every pocket
I got Burberry seats, the color teriyaki
I’m on another wave
Cut the head off the Porsche
Running with a pack of wolves, ain’t no extorting
VIP with AK’s, very important
Always riding with a gas torch
Always riding with a mask
Young nigga playing with a pinky ring
Cost over 500 bags
Already know your homie singing, they ’bout to get him wacked
Soon as you let up, relax
That’s when they waiting to attack
Platinum majority of the plaques
Striking it off like a match

[Verse 2: Future]
You came from public housing, you serving hand to hand, oh
You got that good salmon, and smoking it fresh out the can
You know how to stir your bowl up, you know how to flip your bands
I’m bout to go take 200,000, just to go shop in Japan
I know the opps they thinking foul, we ’bout to take out they mans
We got to make some bullets shower, show you we ain’t playing
You gon’ smell this gun powder, it’s gon’ make you dance
I’ve been counting it up for hours, done cramped my hands

[Outro: Future]
Wifi lit, woah, woah, whoa
Wifi lit
Pass the bitch, woah, woah, woah
That’s an assist
Cooking grits, woah, woah, woah
Half a chicken
Fuck your clique, woah woah, woah, got them sticks
Wifi lit, wifi lit
Wifi lit
Wifi lit
Wifi lit
Wifi lit
(Auntie, auntie)
Shoutout to Lil Mexico, Kirkwood
JB, know I mean
[?], I got you
You hear me
Let’s go!

Future – Low Life (feat. The Weeknd) lyrics

May 3, 2018Azlyrics

[Refrain]
Everybody getting high
Getting high, getting high, getting high

[Intro: Future]
I just took some molly, what else? (Hey)
Got some bitch from Follies with us (‘scuse me, ‘scuse me)
She gonna fuck the squad, what else?
I’mma fuck her broads, what else?
Bitch from Pakistan, what up?
Ferraris and them Lambs, what else?
‘Bout to fuck this club up, what else?
(Get, get, get)

[Verse 1: The Weeknd]
I turn the Ritz into a poor house
It’s like eviction number four now
Go ‘head and ash it on the floor now
Girl go ahead and show me how you go down
And I feel my whole body peaking
And I’m fucking anybody with they legs wide
Getting faded with some bitches from the West Side
East coast, nigga repping North Side
Never waste a hoe’s time (Freebands)
Bitch, I’m on my own time
Fuck a nigga co-sign
Always change my number and my phone line
Baby girl, I don’t lie
Used to have no money for a crib
Now my room service bill cost your whole life
If they try to stunt me, I go all out military
I’m camo’ed all out, like I’m in the military
I free up all my niggas, locked up in the penitentiary

[Hook: The Weeknd & Future]
Cause I’m always repping for that low life
Repping for that low life turn up
Low life, low life, low life
Know I’m repping for that low, low life
Representing, I’m representing, representing
Said I’m repping for that low life
Low life, low life, low life, low life
I’m representing for that low life
Said I’m repping for that low life
I’m repping, that’s repping, I’m repping
Low life, low life, low life
Rep, rep, rep, rep, rep, rep, rep
Woo, woo, woo, woo
Yeah

[Verse 2: Future]
Wake up, take a sip of Ace of Spade like it’s water
I been on the molly and them Xans with your daughter
If she catch me cheating, I will never tell her sorry
If she catch me cheating, I will never tell her sorry
Porches in the valet, I got Bentleys, I got Raris
Taking pain pills on the plane, getting chartered
Popping tags on tags, I was starving
Bitch, I got the juice and the carbon
Turn a five star hotel to a traphouse
Roaches everywhere, like we forgot to take the trash out
Flood my cross with ice, getting money my religion
Got my baby momma and my side bitch kissing
I turn the Ritz into a lean house
This the sixth time getting kicked out
I can’t feel my face, I’m on Adderall, nauseous
Niggas tryna ride my fuckin’ wave, now they salty
Running with the wave, get you killed quick
Shoot you in your back like you Ricky
Lil Mexico, from no life to afterlife
My whole life, my whole life

[Hook: The Weeknd & Future]
Cause I’m always repping for that low life
Repping for that low life
Low life, low life, low life
Know I’m repping for that low, low life
Representing, I’m representing, representing
Said I’m repping for that low life
Low life, low life, low life, low life
I’m representing that low life
Said I’m repping for that low life
Low life, I’m repping for that lowlife
Low life, low life, low life
Rep, rep, rep, rep, rep, rep, rep, woo
Yeah

[Bridge: Future]
Yeah, they stereotyping
Cause they know a nigga keep ten rifles
And they know a nigga keep ten snipers
Keep a baby bottle like we wearing diapers
Yeah, they stereotyping
Cause they know a nigga keep twenty rifles
And they know a nigga keep twenty snipers
And they know a nigga keep ten wifeys
Sniper, sniper, sniper, sniper, sniper
Wifey, wifey, wifey, wifey, wifey
That’s your wifey, wifey, wifey, wifey, wifey?
I think I like her, like her, like her, like her
That’s your wifey, wifey, wifey, wifey, wifey?
I think I like her, like her, like her, like her
Oh, that’s your wifey, wifey, wifey, wifey, wifey?
I think I like her, like her, like her, like her

[Refrain]
Getting high, getting high, getting high
Everybody getting high
Getting high, getting high, getting high
Everybody getting high
Getting high, getting high, getting high
Everybody getting high
Getting high, getting high, getting high
And I’m the reason why
Getting high, getting high, getting high
Everybody getting high
Getting high, getting high, getting high
Everybody getting high
Getting high, getting high, getting high
Everybody getting high
Getting high, getting high, getting high
And I’m the reason why

[Outro: Future]
I just took some molly, what else?
Got some bitch from Follies with us
She gonna fuck the squad, what else?
I’mma fuck her broads, what else?
Bitch from Pakistan, what up?
Ferraris and them Lambs, what else?
‘Bout to fuck this club, what else?
‘Bout to fuck this club, what else?

Young Scooter – Plug Lingo

February 24, 2018Azlyrics

[Intro]
Haha, yeah nigga, count up
Black migo, count up

[Verse 1]
I just hit up Avianne, told him I want clear stones (real diamonds)
I’m ’bout to say fuck this shit, it’s no more talkin’ on cellphones
Flyin’ packs from Hollywood, coolin’, juggin’ out the load
When they touch Atlanta, plug prices in Lil Mexico
Jugg and finessin’, they ask how I do (finesse)
Get your calculator nigga, I make count music (count up)
You can count to it (count up), smoke an ounce to it (yeah)
Or go and make a jugg, nigga this is plug music (plug)
So I speak plug lingo (yeah), remember I used to four four? (yeah)
But now it’s twenty for a show so I don’t four four no more (nah)
But I still got bricks though (bricks)
Hoes full of bales too (remix)
Same clientele my whole life, I just ain’t servin’ you (Young Scooter)

[Chorus]
The plug talkin’ nigga, I speak plug lingo
Multi cocaina nigga, indoor, outdoor
Truckload nigga, that’s Black Amigo lingo
Count up, that’s Young Scooter lingo
We plug talkin’ nigga, I speak plug lingo
Like how I sell a bird for twenty and they cost three-oh
I know Hector and he really got ’em low low
In FreeBandz meeting we speak Black Amigo lingo

[Verse 2]
My producer did this beat, shout out to Metro
A jugg want a brick right after the show
That nigga the police, I know though
I’m street smart nigga, and you know how that go though
Everybody want to be a plug but can’t handle it
Soon as he get caught with a brick he start tellin’ shit
That’s why I finesse every new nigga, try to buy a brick
But I won’t let you play me nigga, I’m the king of pullin’ tricks
I’m talkin’ to the labels, speakin’ plug lingo
These bricks ain’t goin’ nowhere, I need y’all for promo
The price went down on cocaine, it ain’t high no more
Remix remix remix, that’s Freebandz lingo

Future – Birds Chirppin (Freebandz Mixtape)

February 3, 2017Azlyrics

[Intro: Future]
I got the birds chirpin’, both lines
Bentley or the Rari, they both mine

[Bridge: Future]
What’s the deal with that? No cosign
Leaving out the dealership, burning both tires
Jeopardizing these checks behind these gang signs
Came out of Lil Mexico, now I’m an icon
Popstar, whatever dog, I’m really him
I sit back and I plotted and waited, I’m going bonkers
Fishscale profits, I swear it made me a monster
Criticized the day when I came, and then I conquered

[Hook: Future]
And I got them birds chirpin’
And I got them birds chirpin’
And I got them birds chirpin’
And I got them birds chirpin’

[Verse 2: Quicktrip]
Got a condo off of peach street
Got a bad bitch off of leaf street
She can’t call me, she got to meet me
Getting real money, call me Big Meech
Got my gang here from Peewee
Like my bricks clean, I’m a neat freak
Like a fuck nigga or the [?]
All you hear the pot sayin’ squeak squeak
Made a couple mil off the first pack
Got the hellcat then I fell back
I’m a young nigga making boss moves
One slip nigga, nigga cost you
Plug talk in codes
I want 36 for a walkthrough
I’m a street nigga, no Street Execs
They gon’ pay for it when they get the [?]
One thing about me, I’m solid
Me and my uncle talk in private
My plane gon’ fly and it’s private
These bitches know that I got it
I’m a hood legend, call me Master P
All the OGs gon’ vouch for me
All the old heads gotta shout me
I was 21, gettin’ ‘em for 33

[Hook: Future]
And I got them birds chirpin’
And I got them birds chirpin’
And I got them birds chirpin’
And I got them birds chirpin’
And I got them birds chirpin’
And I got them birds chirpin’
And I got them birds chirpin’
And I got them birds chirpin’

[Verse 3: Quicktrip]
Make the bricks swim, call ‘em Michael Phelps
Got some bloods with me, crips on the left
Seen some niggas get right or get left
I’m a boss man, move by myself
I know Rio with me, nobody else
That nigga Future showed me he solid
He the first nigga to let a young nigga from the hood ride on a private
These hoes ain’t callin’ back yet
Ain’t no Wi-Fi, where the hoes at?
Yeah my uncle watch three B’s
Done told you I moved the B’s
You ain’t never had no real plug then you really can’t fuck with me
All the young niggas in my hood, yeah they still look up to me

[Hook: Future]
And I got them birds chirpin’
And I got them birds chirpin’
And I got them birds chirpin’
And I got them birds chirpin’

[Outro: Future]
Don’t I got them birds chirpin’?
Don’t I got them birds chirpin’?
You can hear them birds chirpin’, both lines
Bentley and the Rari and they both mine

Diamonds – Young Scooter ft. A boogie wit da hoodie lyrics

January 20, 2017Azlyrics

Lyrics Young Scooter – Diamonds

Yeah, haha
All these motherf*cking diamonds turnt
All this Eliantte jewelry, count up.

Diamond chain, diamond chain
Rolex watch, diamond chain
Diamond chain, diamond chain
Petite Philipe and diamond chain
Cool the dope off with the ice cubes
My life a movie b*tch, like Ice Cube
Cocaine and diamond chains
Rolex watches and diamond rings.

Four diamond chains, four watches too
Lil Mexico one with the 44 crew
Protect came inside the Bentley coupe
I got 6 gold rings like pimping do
All iced out, Eliantte, my diamonds hitting hard like photoshoot
Bling-bling, I got cash money, no baby food
I ain’t never seen the drop
(?) ain’t shining when the lights out
I got bricks in the couch
Pounds in the kitchen, I sleep in the juug house
I put wings on bails, fly ’em to your hood nigga, count that check out
I throw diamonds in the pot, cool the dope off, a nigga get stressed out
I bought my jewelry off dope money, you bought your jewelry off show money
I’m my own boss nigga, I ain’t got no big homie
100 rats busting down the wrapper
I’m a real Lil Mexico trapper
Lil fake ass jewelry you niggas wearing, you rappers should be actors, Scooter.

I told Eliantte hold a Rollie for me
He said, “cool, you got 40 for me?”
I got these b*tches tryna auction on me
Yeah I’m dripping and flossin, yeah I keep a faucet on me
They calling reporters on me
I cannot trust anybody that walk up on me
Be cautious homie
I see these robbers, they plotting, they want what’s on me
I’m still in the street but I move like a star
I shoot at my neighbors and move out tomorrow
Smoking on gorilla glue out the jar
Bubba always got that tool in the car
I met Scooter at the jewelry spot
I had to show that night, I had to jewelry shop
In the X-53 with the ceiling drop
They don’t believe that it’s me so I peel the top
We get on the flight and we hung in PR with the killers at night
Who had the torch? You can’t sit at the light
And me and Boogie had a million in ice
This money, I made it myself
I will not hate on myself
That’s why I stay to myself
I pray for my enemies more than I pray for myself
Cause I keep the K on the shelf.

I called my homie Gunny
I told Joe to hold the Rollie for me
41 bezel, I’m only 20
Call me A Boogie, don’t call me lucky
I’m paid in full, you ain’t got no money
My diamonds shine bright like it’s always sunny
My diamonds come right out Eliantte
That Patek Philippe, that’s 100 on me
If you reach, I teach, I go Curry on ’em
If the beat for me, I go dummy on it
Is she cheat on me, I’ma f*ck her mother
But if you eat the cheese, you an undercover
I don’t speak to D’s, I know better
When she off the E, the head is better
She gon’ reach for the F on my Fendi sweater
I don’t give a f*ck, b*tch I’m a G I let her
I went to Puerto Rico
Eliantte bought a kilo
I went underwater right when I put on the kilo
Like look at my nigga Nemo
I walk in the store and I pull out a bunch of c-notes
f*ck up a nigga ego
Fly like a eagle, might pull out a Desert Eagle
I am a threat people, we was never equal.

Diamond chain, diamond chain
Rolex watch, diamond chain
Diamond chain, diamond chain
Patek Philipe and diamond chain
Cool the dope off with the ice cubes
My life a movie b*tch, like Ice Cube
Cocaine and diamond chains
Rolex watches and diamond ringsss.
Young Scooter lyrics
Video Scooter

Young Scooter – Diamonds (feat. A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie & Don Q)

December 5, 2016Azlyrics

[Intro: Young Scooter]
Yeah, haha
All these motherfucking diamonds turnt
All this Eliantte jewelry, count up

[Hook: Young Scooter]
Diamond chain, diamond chain
Rolex watch, diamond chain
Diamond chain, diamond chain
Petite Philipe and diamond chain
Cool the dope off with the ice cubes
My life a movie bitch, like Ice Cube
Cocaine and diamond chains
Rolex watches and diamond rings

[Verse 1: Young Scooter]
Four diamond chains, four watches too
Lil Mexico one with the 44 crew
Protect came inside the Bentley coupe
I got 6 gold rings like pimping do
All iced out, Eliantte, my diamonds hitting hard like photoshoot
Bling-bling, I got cash money, no baby food
I ain’t never seen the drop
(?) ain’t shining when the lights out
I got bricks in the couch
Pounds in the kitchen, I sleep in the juug house
I put wings on bails, fly ’em to your hood nigga, count that check out
I throw diamonds in the pot, cool the dope off, a nigga get stressed out
I bought my jewelry off dope money, you bought your jewelry off show money
I’m my own boss nigga, I ain’t got no big homie
100 rats busting down the wrapper
I’m a real Lil Mexico trapper
Lil fake ass jewelry you niggas wearing, you rappers should be actors, Scooter

[Verse 2: Don Q]
I told Eliantte hold a Rollie for me
He said, "cool, you got 40 for me?"
I got these bitches tryna auction on me
Yeah I’m dripping and flossin, yeah I keep a faucet on me
They calling reporters on me
I cannot trust anybody that walk up on me
Be cautious homie
I see these robbers, they plotting, they want what’s on me
I’m still in the street but I move like a star
I shoot at my neighbors and move out tomorrow
Smoking on gorilla blue out the jar
Bubba always got that tool in the car
I met Scooter at the jewelry spot
I had to show that night, I had to jewelry shop
In the X-53 with the ceiling drop
They don’t believe that is me so I peel the top
We get on the flight and we hung in PR with the killers at night
Who had the torch? You can’t sit at the light
And me and Boogie had a million in ice
This money, I made it myself
I will not hate on myself
That’s why I stay to myself
I pray for my enemies more than I pray for myself
Cause I keep the K on the shelf

[Verse 3: A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie]
I called my homie Gunny
I told y’all to hold the Rollie for me
41 bezel, I’m only 20
Call me A Boogie, don’t call me lucky
I’m paid in full, you ain’t got no money
My diamonds shine bright like it’s always sunny
My diamonds come right out Eliantte
That Patek Philippe, that’s 100 on me
If you reach, I teach, I go Curry on ’em
If the beat for me, I go dummy on it
Is she cheat on me, I’ma fuck ’em up
But if you eat the cheese, you an undercover
I don’t speak to D’s, I know better
When she off the E, the head is better
She gon’ reach for the F on my Fendi sweater
I don’t give a fuck, bitch I’m a GR letter
I went to Puerto Rico
Eliantte bought a kilo
I went underwater right when I put on the kilo
I look at my nigga Nemo
I walk in the store and I pull out a bunch of c-notes
Fuck up a nigga ego
Fly like a eagle, might pull out a Desert Eagle
I am (?) people, we was never equal

Young Scooter – Diamonds Lyrics

December 2, 2016Azlyrics

[Intro: Young Scooter]
Yeah, haha
All these motherfucking diamonds turnt
All this Eliantte jewelry, count up

[Verse 1: Young Scooter]
Four diamond chains, four watches too
Lil Mexico one with the 44 crew
Protect came inside the Bentley coupe
I got 6 gold rings like pimping do
I’m iced out, Eliantte, my diamonds hitting hard like photoshoot
Bling-bling, I got cash money, no baby food
I ain’t never seen the drop
(?) ain’t shining when the lights out
I got bricks in the couch
Pounds in the kitchen, I sleep in the juug house
I put wings on bails, fly ’em to your hood nigga, count that check out
I throw diamonds in the pot, cool the dope off, a nigga get stressed out
I bought my jewelry off dope money, you bought your jewelry off show money
I’m my own boss nigga, I ain’t got no big homie
100 rats busting down the wrapper
I’m a real Lil Mexico trapper
Lil fake ass jewelry you niggas wearing, you rappers should be actors, Scooter

[Verse 2: Don Q]
I told Eliantte hold a Rollie for me
He said, “cool, you got 40 for me?”
I got these bitches tryna auction on me
Yeah I’m dripping and flossin, yeah I keep a faucet on me
They calling reporters on me
I cannot trust anybody that walk up on me
Be cautious homie
I see these robbers, they plotting, they want what’s on me
I’m still in the street but I move like a star
I shoot at my neighbors and move out tomorrow
Smoking on gorilla blue out the jar
Bubba always got that tool in the car
I met Scooter at the jewelry spot
I had to show that (?), I had to jewelry shop
In the X-53 with the ceiling drop
They don’t believe that is me so I peel the top
We get on the flight and we hung in PR with the killers at night
Who had the torch? You can’t sit at the light
And me and Boogie had a million in ice
This money, I made it myself
I will not hate on myself
That’s why I stay to myself
I pray for my enemies more than I pray for myself
Cause I keep the K on the shelf

[Verse 3: A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie]
I called my homie Gunny
I told y’all to hold the Rollie for me
41 bezel, I’m only 20
Call me A Boogie, don’t call me lucky
I’m paid in full, you ain’t got no money
My diamonds shine bright like it’s always sunny
My diamonds come right out Eliantte
That petite Philipe, that’s 100 on me
If you reach, I teach, I go Curry on ’em
If the beat for me, I go dummy on it
Is it (?) or me, I’ma fuck ’em up
But if you eat the cheese, you an undercover
I don’t speak to D’s, I know better
When she off the E, the head is better
She gon’ reach for the F on my Fendi sweater
I don’t give a fuck, bitch I’m a GR letter
I went to Puerto Rico
Eliantte bought a kilo
I went underwater right when I put on the kilo
I look at my nigga Nemo
I walk in the store and I pull out a bunch of c-notes
Fuck up a nigga ego
Fly like a eagle, might pull out a Desert Eagle
I am (?) people, we was never equal

Future And The Weekend – Low Life lyrics

October 14, 2016Azlyrics

[Refrain]
Everybody getting high
Getting high, getting high, getting high

[Verse 1: The weekend]
I turn the Ritz into a pole house
It’s like eviction number four now
Go ‘head and ash it on the floor now
Girl go ahead and show me how you go down
And I feel my whole body peaking
And I’m fucking anybody with they legs wide
Getting faded with some bitches from the West Side
East coast, nigga rapping North Side
Never waste a hoe’s time (Freebands)
Bitch, I’m on my own time
Fuck a nigga co-sign
Always change my number and my phone line
Baby girl, I don’t lie
Used to have no money for a crib
Now my room service bill cost your whole life
If they try to stunt me, I go all out military
I’m camo’ed all out, like I’m in the military
I free up all my niggas, locked up in the penitentiary

[Hook: The weekend & Future]
Cause I’m always repping for that low life
Repping for that low life turn up
Low life, low life, low life
Know I’m repping for that low, low life
Representing, I’m representing, representing
Said I’m repping for that low life
Low life, low life, low life, low life
I’m representing for that low life
Said I’m repping for that low life
I’m repping, that’s repping, I’m repping
Low life, low life, low life
Rep, rep, rep, rep, rep, rep, rep
Woo, woo, woo, woo
Yeah

[Verse 2: Future]
Wake up, take a sip of Ace of Spade like it’s water
I been on the molly and them Xans with your daughter
If she catch me cheating, I will never tell her sorry
If she catch me cheating, I will never tell her sorry
Porsches in the valet, I got Bentleys, I got ‘Raris
Taking pain pills on the plane, getting chartered
Popping tags on tags, I was starvingBitch, I got the juice and the carbon
Turn a five star hotel to a traphouse
Roaches everywhere, like we forgot to take the trash out
Flood my cross with ice, getting money my religion
Got my baby momma and my side bitch kissing
I turn the Ritz into a lean house
This the sixth time getting kicked out
I can’t feel my face, I’m on Adderall, nauseous
Niggas tryna ride my fuckin’ wave, now they salty
Running with the wave, get you killed quick
Shoot you in your back like you Ricky
Lil Mexico, from no life to afterlife
My whole life, my whole life

[Hook: The weekend & Future]
Cause I’m always repping for that low life
Repping for that low life
Low life, low life, low life
Know I’m repping for that low, low life
Representing, I’m representing, representing
Said I’m repping for that low life
Low life, low life, low life, low life
I’m representing that low life
Said I’m repping for that low life
Low life, I’m repping for that lowlife
Low life, low life, low life
Rep, rep, rep, rep, rep, rep, rep, woo
Yeah
[Bridge: Future]
Yeah, they stereotyping
Cause they know a nigga keep ten rifles
And they know a nigga keep ten snipers
Keep a baby bottle like we wearing diapers
Yeah, they stereotyping
Cause they know a nigga keep twenty rifles
And they know a nigga keep twenty snipers
And they know a nigga keep ten wifeys
Sniper, sniper, sniper, sniper, sniper
Wifey, wifey, wifey, wifey, wifey
That’s your wifey, wifey, wifey, wifey, wifey?
I think I like her, like her, like her, like her
That’s your wifey, wifey, wifey, wifey, wifey?
I think I like her, like her, like her, like her
Oh, that’s your wifey, wifey, wifey, wifey, wifey?
I think I like her, like her, like her, like her

[Outro: Future]
I just took some molly, what else?
Got some bitch from Follies with us
She gonna fuck the squad, what else?
Ima fuck her broads, what else?
Bitch from Pakistan, what up?
Ferraris and them Lambs, what else?
‘Bout to fuck this club, what else?
‘Bout to fuck this club, what else?

Zaytoven – Havin It (feat. Future) (Where Would The Game Be Without Me Mixtape) letras

October 6, 2016Azlyrics

[Intro: Maceo + (Future)]
Yeah, hey
(We really havin’ paper)
Lil Mexico shit nigga
(I’m talkin’ bout we havin’ real bands in this shit, you dig?)

[Hook: Future]
Yeah-yeah, we havin’ it, we havin’ it, we havin’ it
We havin’ it yeah, we havin’ it yeah
I got a check and I’m havin’ it
I got a check and I’m havin’ it
I got the gas and I’m havin’ it
I got the gas and I’m havin’ it
You drank and havin’ no check
You basically havin’ no check
And now we gon’ aim at your flesh
And niggas gon’ aim at your chest
We studied how to sell us some crack and then we had learn to finesse
Lil Mexico playin’ with bails, Lil Mexico playin’ with bricks
[Verse 1: Future]
Fuck all that social media, I leave it up to the kids
We go to lunch at Cheetah then we go back to the six
I know the tricks of the trade, I wanna hit me a lick
Lionel Richie to a bad bitch
50,000 on a bad bitch
Keep a .5 in a mattress
Fuck that bitch, she a savage
Gold digger, she a savage
I’ma pass her to the savage
Tom Fords on everyday
Upper Echelon everyday
Get the funds on everyday
I cash out, no layaway
Real one, no fame daddy
We gon’ get into all the fame daddy
Patek Phillipe in the plane daddy
Got the gang-gang in the plane daddy
Styrofoams and some red bottoms
50,000, the feds got it
Real diamonds, yeah, real diamonds
Pop a seal, hope you feel better

[Bridge: Future]
She never seeks, I sign on
Fully loaded, that Scion
I grinded up, you just payin’ off
I’m blood money like the Phantom
I swear that this voucher could dance on you
Murder squad, I stand on you
No facade, I stand on you
I swear to God I stand on you

[Verse 2: Maceo]
You can tell I’m havin’ bitch, I ain’t gotta manage it
All of my diamonds be here, you can tell by the clarity
We rockin’ red diamonds, you rockin’ the rhinestones
Act’ in my styrofoam, I’m gettin’ my grind on
These niggas just hate that I’m gettin’ it
Well fuck it, I sold out the citadel
Some of these gas bags and the trash bags
Got you wonderin’ where the stash at
We robbin’ (?) no handgun
I’ma put on for my day one
Real come get, no Akon
Pink grass look like Barry Bonds
You think I ain’t back with a check?
You think I ain’t got no finesse?
You think my niggas ain’t killers?
You think that my niggas won’t aim at your head?
Drop a check on you, you a plate now
Right price, you get ate now
Whole city know I’m havin’ it
Bands in and I’m taxin’ it

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