F&n Lyrics - Future

808 Mafia 

Fuck around, parked the 'Vette and didn't even get back in it 

ATL Jacob, ATL Jacob 

Redbone bitch, yeah, like Hi-Tech, yeah 

How do I dress? Yeah, like my flesh, yeah 

Soon as I roll up, put my doors up 

Go'n head, pour up, roll a few O's up, let's go 

Four by four, that tall shit, let's go 

I jumped in the spot on a tall bitch, let's go 

I told 'em to get out and bag that, let's go 

I'm Frank Lucas and Mad Max, let's go 

I'm high from yesterday 

Put 'em on bean, yeah, put 'em on all the schemes, yeah 

Put 'em on lean, yeah, they whippin' them new machines, yeah 

By any means, yeah, we gotta clear out the scene, yeah 

I just took an AK to a dinner date 

I just put some VVs in a Richard face 

And the presidential is a day-date 

Hit 'em with that chopper first, Ray J 

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I'm a well known nuisance and my bitch bad 

Pop one Perc', then you lean like kickstand 

Skeleton AP, that's a wristband 

All these niggas shaky, might as well dance 

I don't trust him, we gon' dust him, that's some Taliban 

Big foreign truck, it's lift up like an avalanche 

I'll teach you how to finesse for some big bands 

I got so many white bitches, Ku Klux Klan 

I come with the pharmacy, come with the yopper, no harmin' me, no, no 

Put a lil' hit on your head, 

they comin' to get you, they slicin' your throat 

Put a lil' bitch in the bed, we goin' digital, wipin' her nose 

M.O.H., money over hoes 

I got that H in front of the lil' boat 

Got dog food and it's for the low 

I'm with thoroughbred standin' at the store 

In expensive threads, head to the floor 

I know they talkin' shit 'cause they some hoes 

You know them FN bullets go through doors 

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I was too high for the brodie 

You beat a body, get a Rollie 

We don't entertain no police 

I'm certified with my dodie 

They would catch hell 'bout woadie 

Got a bigger scale for the dodie 

I done met friends in Dolce 

We done met and chopped it up on some cool shit, uh 

Only time my slime talk murder's on the cruise ships, uh 

Got that cutter and it's longer than a pool stick, uh 

Straight face, no dates, I'm a heavyweight 

I ain't even gotta tell my dawgs to keep one in the chamber 

Ready to take it off your shoulder, frustration and anger 

Yeah, they get it, don't approach us, fuck bein' famous 

Long as I got my... 

Let's go 

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These bullets, they be goin' through doors 

Drop low, get down on the floor 

Young nigga, they gon' 'head and wipe your nose 

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