[Hook: Future]x2
Talking 'bout you popping tags, n***a you ain't bought shit
Talking bout a hunned bottles, n***a you ain't popped shit
All you talk nana clips, n***a you ain't shot shit
Spending money on these hoes, n***a you ain't fuck shit

[Verse 1: Diddy]
I ain't tryna hear a whole bunch of that shit
About how many bodies you caught
My n***as is real thug n***as
Them real n***as dont talk
Worldstar n***as get caught
Wavin' all them guns at the cameras
Dumbass n***a you ain't bout to shoot shit
You dont do shit, you just think its cool shit, to move bricks
Real n***as do it cause they got to
I know them real n***as and it's not you
And if they see your ass 'round hear frontin'
A real shooter be somewhere and shot you
Man get the fuck out the booth poppin 'that shit
Corny ass n***a just talkin' that shit
Heard about it, read about it, never been around it
But you think its all fab to somebody that
Why you movin' round with your ho?
You ain't even stickin' to the code
You dont even represent the life right
Pussy n***as sleeping with a night light
Coming for your head like fight night
Get anything done for the right price, boy!
(Bad Boy)
[Hook: Future]
[Verse 2: ScHoolby Q]
Frontin' like you really on that bullshit
Gun em' down, make a motherfucker do a full flip, tip tip
N***a really, really on that crip shit
Bisquick, whip, whip, whip, n***a move it
Got the tool and get a piece, Imma use it
N***a rutheless, leave a chop n***a toothless, tellem smoochies (yawk, yawk)
Got that white girl, get a tan when I ice her, Arm and Hammer
Mixin' venom like a viper, want to buy her
I'm the n***a with the fire since a minor
Now I'm major, with the paper coppin' acres overseas like a sailor
You a hater and your daddy in the same boat
You a busta, where your chain go?
Pour syrup on my Eggo, 4 liters for the 8 tho, to the face now the day slow
Yous a fruity little rainbow, real n***a call me Django
50 seconds [?] shootin' halos
Every pocket got a bank roll
I don't think you really understand me
Groovy Q'll get the nose candy

[Verse 3: Future]
Bought the ho a hunned pair of red bottoms
Thats a quarter milly on a hand job my n***a
Blllll stick'em fuck you and every n***a came witcha
Gone put a n***a on a picture
Gone put a n***a on a t-shirt
Back in the day when a n***a sell dope
I'mma slap your daddy allofdem put'em in a hole
Glock 40 whooo
My ambitions as a rider
Sipping on lean getting higher
N***a im a codein buyer
No you ain't no foreign whip driver
Shoutout to the shooters and the shooters only
You never walk around with alot of money
Bundles falling all out your pocket
When you hit'em in the head can you keep a solid
Bulletproof whip we'll blow it up
Like some raw uncut don't blow it up
Represent your gang n***a throw it up
I don't give a fuck where you at n***a throw it up
[Hook: Future]