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Nayvadius Cash (born Nayvadius Wilburn on November 20, 1983), better known by his stage name Future, is an American musician from Kirkwood, Atlanta, Georgia. He is signed to the record label Epic Records. more »

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(Wheezy outta here)

They just hopped out that Lamb' truck smokin' 'scotti
I catch a body, say just know that you 'bout it
Lil' ZaZa bag buds, the size of broccoli
I think I'm James Harden 'cause I ride with that rocket
Thirty-pack of that X, man, you know it's a party
My partner scratch ya throat like lozenges and Perc' mints
It's loyalty within the crew, so we rockin'
She eat on that molly, tongue white like it Kylie (hey)

I been feelin' so strange 
They got my lil' dawg in the cage
He said my music helpin' him escape 
And deep down inside he feelin' rage
They surrounded my bag, where's the space?
Hopped out out the Rolls and she said she love space
Got two fifteens on me, I ain't talkin' base
I'm thankful for everything, I got away

Rockin' Gucci shirt, got the snake 'round the collar
I'll rock the show in Louve or Louve
Whatever you call it, just know I got bankrolls
I stain and you get yo' halo
I ride with a gun and a capo
He don't pray to God so his life gone 
Flick up that pussy like a tampon
I don't go back, I don't rewind
Here, go some ashes on ashes, make sure to drop the done
I watch my money grow up like it's a newborn
I been gettin' fly as f*ck, man, I feel like I'm airborne
Told my lil' partner to book me a show 'cause he broke, I told him to cap on it 
Niggas ain't big, dawg, yeah, I'm pushin' buttons, just know that I tap on it
I'm just sittin' back, just countin' up, thankin' God put my face on it
Man, you know this your final warnin'
Hitter, get out of there when the sun come
Need a big plate of the cat 'cause the boy home
In need of a shelter, these boys, they is so homeless (Wheezy outta here)

They just hopped out that Lamb' truck smokin' 'scotti
I catch a body, say just know that you 'bout it
Lil' ZaZa bag buds, the size of broccoli
I think I'm James Harden 'cause I ride with that rocket
Thirty-pack of that X, man, you know it's a party
My partner scratch ya throat like lozenges and Perc' mints
It's loyalty within the crew, so we rockin'
She eat on that molly, tongue white like it Kylie (hey)

I been feelin' so strange 
They got my lil' dawg in the cage
He said my music helpin' him escape 
And deep down inside he feelin' rage
They surrounded my bag, where's the space?
Hopped out out the Rolls and she said she love space
Got two fifteens on me, I ain't talkin' base
I'm thankful for everything, I got away

Conquered everythin' I wanted in this shit, AP's for the lil' bitches
Money on money on money on money on money on money, I'm too stiff
Word to my crew, I'm bigger than Jesus
Me and Lil Keed got more hits than The Beatles
I'm too prestigious, they eat me delicious
I put designer drugs in the one-litre
Ain't got no love for no nigga who hate
They send them killers to spray where you lay
Changin' my swag depend on the location
Put a Patek on her, maybe I love her
Bought her more watches, don't mean that I trust her
Ain't got no trust like the trust for my cutter
Celine the blankets, I'm wrapped up in covers
Can't be her mate, it's a f*ck on my brother
Ain't no more love when you come out the streets
I need some love that's one of a kind
Poppin' that body, ain't into nobody 
She fell in love with me and my slime
I could be cappin' in all of my raps but I tell the truth every single time
Smokin' on ZaZa, bad bitch callin' me, "Dada"

They just hopped out that Lamb' truck smokin' 'scotti
I catch a body, say just know that you 'bout it
Lil' ZaZa bag buds, the size of broccoli
I think I'm James Harden 'cause I ride with that rocket
Thirty-pack of that X, man, you know it's a party
My partner scratch ya throat like lozenges and Perc' mints
It's loyalty within the crew, so we rockin'
She eat on that molly, tongue white like it Kylie (hey)

I been feelin' so strange 
They got my lil' dawg in the cage
He said my music helpin' him escape 
And deep down inside he feelin' rage
They surrounded my bag, where's the space?
Hopped out out the Rolls and she said she love space
Got two fifteens on me, I ain't talkin' base
I'm thankful for everything, I got away

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