Future

[fox69]

 

[fox69]

"2Pac"

"2Pac"


[Hook:]
I got a bandana 'round my head like I'm 2pac
My little brother he ain't scared he got two Glocks
Push a blunt in my dreads I'm with 2pacs
Hes my young nigga he'll shoot you for a two pack
A bandana 'round my head like I'm 2pac
My little cousins they got feds around with two choppers
And when you imaginate they tryna' sell you two flocks
Got a bandana 'round my head like I'm 2pac

Got a bandana 'round my head screaming thug life
I get faded out the vans on a money day
Got a bandana round my head like a soilder
Get that chopper on a nigga like Magnoli
Push a blunt in my dreads I'm with two pacs
For my brother 16 birthday momma bought a new Glock
These niggas taking out they head for a new watch
My young nigga he ain't scared he oughta new baller
How to fuck around and catch that hollow om some looters huh
Bitch ain't never speed no iglo I swear two chopper
Got a bandana 'round my head like I'm birdman
I love my dope, when my grandma had a servent

[Hook]

These hood bitches loving a nigga like alpo
My lil cousin got that yapper automatic bro
Got designer on my collar like I'm banjo
I got all these problems with polo dojo
These niggas killing everyobodys bitches fuck that dirty pussy
These niggas ain't used to pimping they gon' pay for pussy
Got that bandana round my head like a rebel boy
All this money in my system I can see the devil
Ain't playing with these broke niggas, skip to the other round
Caught a felony, can feel the kilos
On me now feel me now feel me
They have lasers on me now they wanna kill me
Got banna clips on banna clips on bannana clips

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"30 For 30 Freestyle"
(with Drake)

"30 For 30 Freestyle"
(with Drake)



[Drake:]
Never thought I'd be talking from this perspective
But I'm not really sure what else you expected
When the higher-ups have all come together as a collective
With conspiracies to end my run and send me a message
40, did you get the message?
Cause I just checked my phone and I didn't get it
I mean, I say hats off for a solid effort
But we didn't flinch for a second, we got our shit together
Yeah, not here to fight wars
But niggas wanna talk high scores
PARTY just dipped off in a white Porsche
And I just came from dinner where I ate some well done seared scallops that were to die for
But I got bigger fish to fry
I'm talking bigger shit than you and I
Kids'll lose their lives, got me scared of losing mine
And if I hold my tongue about it, I get crucified
Wrote this shit on a bumpy flight on a summer night
Flying over Chattanooga, out here trying to spread the movement
I just got me the Mercedes Pullman
You niggas never heard of it, you gotta hit up Google
Back in the city, shit is getting brutal
These kids'll hit your noodle then take a girl to the movies
They've been dropping out on both sides
We ain't in it, we just ghost ride
The pen is working if you niggas need some ghost lines
I thought you wanted yours like I want mine
I guess you just making moves on your own time
But just know it'll be January in no time
And your absence is very concerning
It's like you went on vacation with no plan of returning
Shit is purely for sport, I need it 30 for 30
Banners are ready in case we need to retire your jersey
I got a club in the Raptors arena
Championships, celebrations during regular seasons
Paternity testing for women that I never slept with
I'm legally obligated if they request it
So much legal action like I'm Michael Jackson
Luckily, I'm great at avoiding distraction
Used to get no reaction, now I'm overreacting
Ah nigga, that shit gotta go platinum
I just listened to Closer To My Dreams
Wide eyed and uneducated at 19
I can't rap like that, all young and naive
Not after all of the shit I've seen and the things I believe
Drastically changing, thank you for all your patience
I'm just in a different space and I choose to embrace it
4,000 square feet just isn't as spacious
You loved me back in the basement, guess it is what we make it
I'm tired of awkward exchanges and nigga's crooked ways
Tired of champagne toasts with people that look away
Peyton and Eli when niggas called me they brother the season start
And I don't wanna see you end up with nothing
Y'all throw the word "family" around too much in discussion
Rookie season, I would've never thought this was coming
They knees give out and they passing to you all of a sudden
Now you the one getting buckets
They put their arm around you, now you becoming the crutches
Kids got on your number cause you the one they look up to
And women that you seen on TV look better in person
And either they wanna fuck you or convince you that they can to see where it goes from there
But these ain't the girls from Brampton, this ain't that local action
The haters just bringing me and my people closer, actually
What happened to the things you niggas said was supposed to happen?
Are we just supposed to ignore the fact that it never happened?
We just supposed to get the pie and then split it in two?
Supposed to forget your mistakes but not forget about you?
My plan was always to make the product jump off the shelf
And treat the money like secrets, keep that shit to ourselves
Papi champú, young pablito de seis dios
6 G-O-D, I think I was destined for this shit when I was 'round Keyshia Cole and T.I
And Young Dro was popping off, well ain't I?
Way before niggas had they hands out like they doing macarena
But who am I to complain now, I'm still around, they know

 

[fox69]

"56 Nights"

"56 Nights"


Waking up fresh, that's Kodak
Killing these niggas, you know that
Real street nigga, you know that
Real street nigga, you know that

[Hook:]
I think 56 nights crazy
I think 56 nights crazy
I think me and Esco crazy
I think me and Young Sco' crazy
I did 56 broads on the European tour and they was all crazy
I did 56 broads on the European tour and they was all crazy
I took 56 bars all in one month and I'm still dranking
I could still see the scar on a nigga hand man shit real crazy
I been taking these molly's, still still nodding off cause a nigga too faded
I've been laying low key inside, my nigga, vault money is my motivation

Money keep a nigga motivated
Molly keep a nigga motivated
Percocet keep em motivated
Good drank keep a nigga motivated
Lortabs on my conversation
Talk a lot of bands then we conversatin'
I was on my way to the right street in the paddie wagon and it had me numb
The pain from the slum had me numb
Tryna sell some dope and need caviar
Got the passport inside the raviar
We've been flossing in medallions
We ain't nothing but some Talibans
I pull up right now and embarrass ya
I've just been hanging with savages
Lately I've been hanging around with my savages
I grew up on the block, 1 hunnid
I go on the block it's 1 hunnid
I done did enough in the jungle
I done put in some work and they love me
When I drink out the cup, it's so dirty
Had to blow at the store when they was lurking
Poured a 4 in a cup it was breakfast, sprinkled sauce in my drink and I took it

[Hook]

Promethazine took my concentration
To another level then I elevated
Diamonds hanging on me I'm intoxicated
Diamonds hanging off me I'm intoxicated
Chop it up with a sack chaser
Told you I wasn't going back, baby
Hanging out with some crack babies
Fell in love with this cash baby
Money touch a niggas hands, on a few zans might wanna count it
Spend it all in one night, if we could rewind it, we'll still do it
I'm true to this game
I jump on a plane
And run to the stage
I've been working some years for this
Making music, I live for this
Hit a trap with my Louboutins
Count it up then I bag up a brick
Mount it up then I smash out in it
You know I'm gone do a whole dash in this motherfucker
I'm bout to pass out in this motherfucker
I'm bout to pass out in this motherfucker
These bitches louder than a motherfucker
These bitches still do anything for me

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"Abu Intro Turn Up"

"Abu Intro Turn Up"



Abu, it’s your boy
Oh, DJ X tray day
Hey man I know you going to read up on the spice already
I have two catches in the bag already dead
Good, you need to go get those
Cause every time a free man can come here
You know we got to turn up
Um, turn up?
Man astronaut status man, turn up
Turn up brings all our five on the net you know that
Man I
What the fuck?
Turnip green?
Man I’m not talking about no motherfucking turnip green
I’m talking about turn up man
Turn up?
Turn up?

 

[fox69]

"Abu's Boomin"

"Abu's Boomin"


[MAN:] Metro Boomin in this motherfucker *laughs*. My niggas love you, but anyway, look. Got it all, got it all, look man, I got my one, my last nigga in the city with the clean. I ain’t talking about that bottom of the bottle syringe shit with that plastic hair dryer reseal, or that blue top, we ain’t none of that bullshit. So look, the one rule is, when we go in don’t say nothing to Abu. He old school, you feel me?

[A bell rings as the two enter the store, loud music is playing]

[MAN:] Cut.. Abu can you cut that shit down man! Please!

[ABU:] Ohhh Free Band, Free Band, welcome back to my store. Loyal customer. You see my store still booming in the drought

[MAN:] Uh, he looking for some clean

[ABU:] Clean? What the fuck are you drinking, I thought we were drinking dirty?

[MAN:] Naw, hell naw man, I got $80-200 for you, right now. We just need a pint

[MAN #2:] Well just go get it out the back, Abu, I’m out here waiting. Let me get some cigarillos and grab a couple of Sprites

[ABU:] Just for you only I give special price

[MAN:] Keep that number right where I need it, baby and we gon...

[MAN #2:] Yeah baby I’m tryna fuck with that 86 hunnid

[ABU:] Who the fuck is the friend?

[MAN:] Goddamn…

[ABU:] What in the fuck are you talking my number? Hmm?

[MAN:] Man cmon Abu, you open 24/7 now man

[ABU:] We say 7/24, not 24/7. Abu boomin motherfucker!

 

[fox69]

"After That"
(feat. Lil Wayne)

"After That"
(feat. Lil Wayne)



[Hook – Future:]
I got them young niggas tweaking like where them drugs at
I make them old head niggas go get they plug back
You whipping up in the foreign, them hoes love that
You stack the racks on them stacks and commas come after that
Yeah you took a few shots but you know we'll come after that
I smell that mula, that fetti, I'm coming after that
Same for my Beamer and Benz, see what come after that
I'm living this life of sin, what's coming after that?

[Verse 1 - Future:]
One whip whipped up, ten whips came after that
Two bitches came up, seven bitches came after that
Rich niggas in this building, rich niggas come after that
I know you had that bitch but I'm a dock that pussy after that
Fuck niggas say som'n, when I step in jackers come after that
White gold come after that, got Audemars coming after that
Presidentials coming after that, VVS's coming after that
Got so much money almost gave myself a rack attack
OG coming after that, good kush lean coming after that
First class my flight nigga you know who else coming after that
Private jets coming after that, rock star my whole status
Clearport, no TSA, lil Mexico my dream land

[Hook]

[Verse 2 – Lil Wayne:]
Talk shit, get back for that
She suck my dick, we don't kiss after that
Got to watch my own back, fuck around and get stabbed in that
Hollygrove my habitat, wish I could bring Rabbit back
Hundred shots come after that, call a ho a ho and a rat a rat
I said a hundred shots come after that
Ain't looking good like cataracts
I'm a buy me a Cadillac cause I don't see where I'm lacking at
Them feds tryna throw me in the box
I'm like fuck that, throw Jack in that
I'm a get that pussy wet, her other nigga just dampen that
He buy shit, he pamper that, she tapping out when I'm tapping that
Tryna get as high as me nigga, then where the fuck is your scalpel at?
Niggas flip facts like acrobats, I click clack, what comes after that?

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"Ain't No Way Around It"

"Ain't No Way Around It"


Ain't no way around it
Ain't no way around it
Ain't no way around it
Ain't no way around it

[Chorus:]
A bitch gone be a bitch
A hoe gone be a hoe
A killer gone be a killer
That's sumthin' you need to know
Ain't no way around it, ain't no way around it
Ain't no way around it, ain't no way around it.
A dealer gone be a dealer
A plug gone be a plug
My niggas, them my niggas, we just like blood
Ain't no way around it, ain't no way around it
Ain't no way around it, ain't no way around it.

[Verse 1:]
I know dis young, hot thang fucked my bro & gave 'em brain
And she expect for me to love her, I can never be a lame
I'm attracted to her sexually, but she ain't my main thang
We can be the best of friends, shawty, but you off the chain
See I ain't gonna hold it against ya
I'm a keep it pimpin' with ya
Don't you come at me with issues
Ain't tryna get all in your mixture
I ain't tryna come to get ya
You can meet me somewhere on Peachtree
At the W on the Fourteenth ain't tryna fuck no hoe tryna know me
Know you wanna fuck my wodie
Already smashed the homie
Half Of These Bitches Phony
Singin A Lil Song Like Toni
Ms.Braxton you action, stop actin'
Just a 'nother sad love song waitin' to happen

[Chorus]

[Verse 2:]
Strapped, With That Flame
And He Ready To Bust A Brain
You Can't Tell The Homie Nothin
He Dunn Felt Too Much Pain
He Dunn Care No Bout no Fame
He Addicted To The Game
Some Niggas ROB
Some Niggas SLANG
Do Whatever To Maintain
Travel All Way To WACO
Get Them Numbers For The LowLow
Bigger The Risk The Bigger The Check
We Watch For PO-PO
Make Sure You Keep Ya Eyes Open
When You Drivin Down 1-0
That Interstate Ain't No Joke
When You Ridin With Co-Co
When You Got Hands Like These
You Can Count Money With Your Eyes Closed
When You Spend Cheese Like This
You Send Killas To Niggas Front Door
Half Of These Niggas Front For
Bitches For Extra Convo
Really Plugged In With MIGOS
Go Blind And Still Can C-NOTES

[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"Aintchu"
(feat. Juvenile)

"Aintchu"
(feat. Juvenile)



[Chorus:]
You the little one that got that whole thing, ain't you?
You got them boys around the corner runnin' wild on that molly, ain't you?
You pourin' up your cup dirty, ain't you?
You got that mud inside your syrup
You 'bout to pour right up now, ain't you?
I bet a thousand on a thousand, ain't you?
You sippin' mud on that dirty, ain't you?
You ready to ride on these niggas, ain't you?
You put designer on your eyes, ain't you?
You take the nine out them pies, ain't you?

You hit that street [?] but you was servin' all them dimes, ain't you?
You loaded up you got that iron, ain't you?
You snappin' checks, you on that vine, ain't you?
You tryin' to fuck her cause she fine, ain't you?
You pull up in [?] L.A. buckin' that boy
You can't get caught, you tryna sell the wrong kind, ain't you?
You sell that yay, you 'bout to go 'n' serve your uncle, ain't you?
You see that yola turn a nigga to a beast, yeah
We on that kush, poured up on some drank, yeah

[Chorus]

[Juvenile:]
You that little nigga do the murders, ain't you?
You double-cuppin' cause you want us to know you be sippin' syrup, ain't you?
You in them streets and you ain't scared, ain't you?
Your family straight if you get killed in the City, cause you insured, ain't you?
You got these niggas in they feelings, ain't you?
You got a bitch that got a booty as big as Serena Williams, ain't you?
You got bannanas, ain't you?
For these gorillas, ain't you?
Someone don't pay you, most likely gon' have to kill 'em, ain't you?
You 'bout to move, ain't you?
You got to [?]
You 'bout to do it, ain't you?
Act like them niggas in Saint Louis in the hood, ain't you?
Got your little Ruger on you, too
You 'bout to use it, ain't you?

[Chorus]

[Double D:]
Bet a thousand, shoot a thousand, it ain't nothin'
Call Freebandz nigga, I bet we break somethin'
Future just [?]
All that. You know what I'm sayin'?

 

[fox69]

"Appeal"
(feat. Young Scooter)

"Appeal"
(feat. Young Scooter)



[Hook x2]
I got niggas down the road, waiting on an appeal
Living life through a pen, I hope they get their appeal
I hope they get their appeal

[Verse 1]
I just opened up the mailbox, four letters from my niggas
Who fucked up in the system, who got their head up with no a max date
Just to add them niggas to the state, don’t give a fuck who life they take away
You get your time and they just walk away
Now you riding down that dirt lane
Shackled in chains, bout some petty change
That what folks say
Cuz you thinking bout your kids and they ain’t got a thing

[Hook x2]

[Verse 2]
John Gooti did that time a street nigga told on him
That’s why he doing that time a street nigga told on him
Got Fisher doing his time a street nigga told on him
Big Meechie doing that time a street nigga told on him
In the street s you don’t wanna get caught up with dope boy product
You gon need an appeal, only snitches get deals

[Hook x2]