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You never saw the gunmen?
At that time, no
But you know who did it?
Yes Where they caught?
Well, but I donât call the police
Itâs just one of them things
(Intro: French Montana)
You a dead nigga
Montana, P. Reign, Drizzy, wassup, nigga?
Chug, Auti, OVO, nigga, coke boy, haaaa, aye aye aye aye
(Verse: P Reign)
Put the money ova bitches, ho
Think Iâm playn, Iâmma let em know
We treat yo chicks like fish
Nigga Catch em and then we let em go
Get em beep and naked hit
Iâmma murder shit, piss the flow
Told the Remi King donât kiss the ring
They be lick the throne
Yeah, now momma, show me how you kiss it
Iâm in love with the pussy
But Iâll murder that kitten
If ya still wipe the hose
I wonât be caught there kissinâ
She gonâ swallow every bit
Got her mouth babysittinâ
And my youngân same chair
Just let me worry bout em
Left em niggas talkinâ beef
Homie, donât make a burger out em
This the south side, nigga
Iâm a south side nigga
Turn yo fuckinâ insides to your outsides, nigga
Suck my jewels, go ahead, my dudes all bad
But your goons wonât bust
Yâall the blue balls gang I chase money, not pride
But dare a nigga run up on me
And that will be his very last day job
(Hook)
(You a dead nigga)
If you threaten me
Fuck a gun charge, we take the felony
And welcome the future, baby (oh, baby)
Welcome the future, baby (oh, baby)
I be whippinâ up, I got that recipe
You smell like money, baby, is cuz sheâs hugginâ me
Welcome the future, baby (oh, baby)
Welcome the future, baby (oh, baby)
(Verse 2: Montana)
Montana! Coke boys ova yâall, on the same sum
Gettinâ head in the range, shawty brainstarter
I was the last on the corner, like 8-ball
Bumpinâ 3-6, MJG 8 ball
Then paid my dues
I be strapped down, I move
Niggas fight, man, I shoot
Hunid fifty grand that coupe
I got hunid grands in hunids
I got fifty grand in twenties
Hit that stripclub we stuntinâ
Then we fuck any bitch we wanted
Bought a dub line this week
Made five hunid lines this week
If that money talk ho
Then watch my speakers blow
Me and Drizzy talk hoes, I let them killas go
No love on thugs, see ya at the crossroads
(Hook x2)
You a dead nigga
If you threaten me Fuck a gun charge, we take the felony
And welcome the future, baby (oh, baby)
Welcome the future, baby (oh, baby)
I be whippinâ up
I got that recipe
You smell like money, baby, is cuz sheâs hugginâ me Welcome the future, baby (oh, baby)
Welcome the future, baby (oh, baby)