Future - Karate Chop (Remix) ft. Lil Wayne Lyrics

[Future & Lil Wayne]

You know

This just some real nigga shit, yeah real nigga story

You know what I’m saying?

(Young Mula babbyyy)

[Hook: Future]

Ay, slang a bunch of narcotics

Pull up in that new ‘rrari

Living like John Gotti

Chopping bricks like karate

Drink a bunch of codeine

Serve it to the dope fiends

Blowing money, stay clean

Michael Jackson, Billy Jean

[Verse 1: Future]

Got a Panamera ’round a young nigga neck

Got a young bitch pulling up in a vet

Smoke a lot of Kush and I have a lot of sex

Had to beat the grind up, ran up my check

Bitch nigga get money, nigga get that

Roll a blunt of chronic, nigga sell a lot of crack

You can hit a nigga line, order what you want

I can whoop a Maserati, pulling up a donk

50,000 on yo’ watch, young nigga splurge

Pop a ace of spade bottle, sip a lot of syrup

Keep a young nigga workin’, gotta buss a cape

I’mma take a phone call, hustle everyday

[Hook: Future]

Ay, slang a bunch of narcotics

Pull up in that new ‘rrari

Living like John Gotti

Chopping bricks like karate

Drink a bunch of codeine

Serve it to the dope fiends

Blowing money, stay clean

Michael Jackson, Billy Jean

[Verse 2: Future]

Whip another cake, just to go and snatch a Spider

Young nigga play with keys like a type writer

Al Capone, John Gotti was a nigga idol

I was never snitching, I can put it on the Bible

In a 4-door Beamer, driving with a rifle

Nigga where you at? Nigga we go pull up on ya

Young bitch looking like Janet in the ’80s

We was grinding up from a tube and a baby

Got the girl dripping wet like a Jheri curl

Got the Styrofoam cup and it full of syrup

Send it over from New Mexico and let me work

I can get 36 for a clean shirt

[Hook: Future & Lil Wayne]

Ay, slang a bunch of narcotics

Pull up in that new ‘rrari

Living like John Gotti

Chopping bricks like karate

Drink a bunch of codeine

Serve it to the dope fiends (yeah)

Blowing money, stay clean (check me out)

Michael Jackson, Billy Jean

Who bad?

[Verse 3: Lil Wayne]

Pop a lot of pain pills

‘Bout to put rims on my skateboard wheels

Yeah, beat that pussy up like Emmett Till

Yeah… ahaha

Two cell phone ringin’ at the same time

That’s your hoe, callin’ from two different phones

Tell that bitch: ‘leave me the fuck alone’

See you fuck her wrong, and I fuck her long

I got a love-hate relationship with Molly

I’d rather pop an ollie, and my dick is a trolly

Boy, I’ll bury you like Halle

And these hoes say I’m blind

Cause I don’t see nothin’ wrong with a little bump and grind

Man I just received a package, them other niggas taxin’

And my pockets so fat, I’m startin’ to feel contractions

And my cousin went to jail for them chickens

And he already home and that nigga must be snitchin’

Cut him off like karate

[Hook: Future & Lil Wayne]

Ay, slang a bunch of narcotics (yeahhh)

Pull up in that new ‘rrari (Young, Young)

Living like John Gotti (Young, Young, Young)

Chopping bricks like karate (Young Mula babbbyyyy)

Drink a bunch of codeine (syrup)

Serve it to the dope fiends

Blowing money, stay clean (stay clean)

Michael Jackson, Billy Jean

Who bad?

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