Future

[fox69]

"Karate Chop"
(feat. Casino)

"Karate Chop"
(feat. Casino)



[Intro]
You know, This just some real nigga shit, a real nigga story
You know what I'm saying?

[Hook]
(aye)
Slang a bunch of narcotics (then what)
Pull up in that new rarri (yea)
Living like John Gotti (the mob)
Chopping bricks like karate (chwaaa)
Drink a bunch of codeine (drank)
Serving to the dope fiends (they smokers)
Blowing money, stay clean (free bands)
Michael Jackson, Billy Jean

[Verse 1: Future]
Got a panamera round a young nigga neck (porche)
Got a young bitch pulling up in a vet (she working)
Smoke a lot of kush & I have a lot of sex
Had to beat the grind up, ran up my check
Bitch nigga get money, nigga get that
Roll a blunt of chronic, nigga sell a lot of crack
You can hit a nigga line, order what you want
I can whoop a Maserati, pulling up a donk
50,000 on yo watch, young nigga splurge
Pop a ace of spade bottle, sip a lot of syrup
Keep a young nigga workin' .....
I'mma take a phone call, hustle everyday

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Future]
Whipping up a cake, just to go and snatch a spider
Young nigga play with keys, like a type writer
Al Capone, John Gotti was a nigga idle
I was never snitching, I can put that on the Bible
In a 4 door beamer, driving with a rifle
Nigga where you at, nigga we go pull up on ya
Young Bitch looking like Janet in the 80's
We was grinding up from a tube & a baby
Got the girl dripping wet like a jerry curl
Got a styrofoam cup and its full of syrup
Send it over from Lil Mexico & Let me Work
I can get 36 for a clean shirt

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Casino]
Hol' up sir, you in my Rari
Money like I'm Frank Matthews
Killers around me like I'm Gotti
If I tricked you, know I'm sorry
I be fresh don't need no stylist
I be geeking on them mollies
Sell remix don't sell no cleans
My hand like a triple beam
I got workers like machine
All I do is sell dreams
Have my niggas serve fiends
I get up and then I lean

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"Karate Chop (Remix)"
(feat. Lil Wayne)

"Karate Chop (Remix)"
(feat. Lil Wayne)



[Intro:]
You know, This just some real nigga shit, a real nigga story
You know what I'm saying?

[Hook:]
Slang a bunch of narcotics
Pull up in the new 'rarri
Living like John Gotti
Chopping bricks like karate
Drink a bunch of codeine
Serving to the dope fiends
Blowing money, stay clean
Michael Jackson, Billy Jean

[Verse 1: Future]
Got a Panamera round a young nigga neck
Got a young bitch pulling up in a vet
Smoke a lot of kush & I have a lot of sex
Had to beat the grind up, ran up my check
Bitch nigga get money, nigga get that
Roll a blunt of chronic, nigga sell a lot of crack
You can hit a nigga line, order what you want
I can whoop a Maserati, pulling up a donk
50,000 on yo watch, young nigga splurge
Pop a ace of spade bottle, sip a lot of syrup
Keep a young nigga workin' gotta buss a cape
I'mma take a phone call, hustle everyday

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Future]
Whipping up a cake, just to go and snatch a spider
Young nigga play with keys, like a type writer
Al Capone, John Gotti was a nigga idol
I was never snitching, I can put it on the Bible
In a 4 door beamer, driving with a rifle
Nigga where you at, nigga we go pull up on ya
Young Bitch looking like Janet in the 80's
We was grinding up from a tube and a baby
Got the girl dripping wet like a Jheri curl
Got a styrofoam cup and its full of syrup
Send it over from Lil Mexico & Let me Work
I can get 36 for a clean shirt

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Lil Wayne]
Pop a lot of pain pills
Bout to put rims on my skateboard wheels
Beat that pussy up like Emmett Till
Yeah...
Two cell phones ringin' at the same time
That's your ho, callin' from two different phones
Tell that bitch "leave me the fuck alone!"
See, you fuck her wrong, and I fuck her long
I got a love-hate relationship with Molly
I'd rather pop an ollie, and my dick is a trolly
Boy, I'll bury you like Halle
And these hoes say I'm blind,
Cause I don't see nothin' wrong with a little bump and grind
Man I just received a package
Them other niggas taxin'
And my pockets so fat, I'm startin' to feel contractions
And my cousin went to jail for them chickens
And he already home and that nigga must be snitchin'
Cut him off like karate!

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"Keep On Shinin"
(feat. Casino)

"Keep On Shinin"
(feat. Casino)



[Hook:]
100 racks, no diamonds
I don't know where my mind went
I can't tell what the time is, I just keep on shining
100 racks, no diamonds
I don't know where my mind went
I can't tell what the time is, I just keep on shining
I just keep on shining, I just keep on shining
I just keep on shining, I just keep on shining
I just keep on shining, I just keep on shining
I just keep on shining, I just keep on shining

[Verse 1:]
I just keep on grinding, stacking up, my long good
I just keep getting' money, I put that on my mama
Rackin' up them Benjamins, on blast all like Jetsons
Plug deal with the Haitians, I keep it real with my Mexicans
Belt by Ferragamo, shoes by Chanel
Cook that good dope and I can eyeball a bell
Crooked bitch, my Rolly, flooded my wrist is
Sauce on my shoe game, put sauce on my bitches
All them boys is scalish, ain't got no diamonds
Everything around me, just can't even stop shining
Shine like my young niggas,
They ride with a hundred round nigga
On the court, no violence
But you ain't 'bout to take mine, nigga

[Hook]

[Verse 2:]
Bedrock - Fred Flintstone
Catch me burning rubber when I leave my jeweler
Michael Jackson high, call me Thriller
Playin' poker for a hundred bands on the dealer
Casino – ex drug dealer
Put the rocks around my neck, I call it ice
Put the stash around my wrist, that's that china white
I don't skimp on jewels, bought a lot of ice – Freebandz!
Fuck wrong with you? Think I ain't got no cash?
G and Future with me, know I got that pack
A hundred thousand for the car, no tags
Shine on everything, see him through the glass

[Hook]

[Verse 3:]
Spend a hundred racks on blue jeans, got good weed, got good lean
Got five cars they all foreign, got foreign bitches in my cockpit
Got thirty chains, got thirty rings, ever since the gang moved in this year
I turnt up, I blanked out, now I'm banked up with a blank check
Drop top with no head on it, that's brain-dead, family
My cup cranked with that low key
I'm turnin' up, you go to sleep
I pull up in that V12
I got a hudred bands in my email
I'm on the 'Gnac, no sea shells
On tough sand I touch bands
A Cayenne, an Expedition, I fill 'em up with a bunch of fish
Hard times, we gon' lace up, my mind stay on stacks
My niggas movin' them packs
I ran the stacks like tracks
And I ain't never gon' look back

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"Killin it"
(feat. Casino, Slice 9)

"Killin it"
(feat. Casino, Slice 9)



[Intro: Casino]
Insane your girl giving that pussy, killing it
Every time I get a pack I’m mixing it, I’m killing it
Got so many of them chains on I’m glistening, I’m killing it
Every I’m a nigga stepping I’m shitting, I’m killing it

[Verse 1: Casino]
I done fucked every bitch in Atlanta
My brother Future done killed the rap game up in Atlanta
I’m walking in the club with too many chains on
You think I play with Michael Jordan I got six rings on
I got that molly and that drank in my Styrofoam
I got ten cell phones and they bing homes
Your bitch in love with me, killing it her ringtone
I done cause I dry nigga killing it
You might as well walk trying to pull up next to me
FreeBandz casino in the streets and I’m killing it
All white ghost in the hood I’m Rossing it
Hold on my pinkie and my bone on that FreeBandz shit

[Hook: Casino]
Insane your girl giving that pussy, killing it
Every time I get a pack I’m mixing it, I’m killing it
Got so many of them chains on I’m glistening, I’m killing it
Every I’m a nigga stepping I’m shitting, I’m killing it
Killing it, man, I be killing it
Killing it, man, I be killing it
Killing it, man, I be killing it
Killing it, man, I be killing it

[Verse 2: Slice 9]
I’m all about that paper but I don’t end it
You say she bad, casino band here
You say she bad, slicy bang here
Mix that gold with that silver I’m a chemist
Where the time go? I don't know, tic tic
And how you like your girl, how you think thick thick
Your girl is my apprentice, my swisher she twist it
Them fill em, then get lit and munchies, then picnic
Freebands, you don’t wanna miss this
And one year, you might have to buy a tic
To witness this pimping, my income extended
I’m iron coat, I’m different
I started independent

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"Kno The Meaning"

"Kno The Meaning"


My uncle Ronnie used to wash cars
My uncle Wayne was a kingpin, you know what I'm saying
My uncle Don, that nigga used to rob banks and shit, rest in peace
My granddaddy was a boss, he was a king pin you hear me

Got the game from them old niggas
You gotta know where I'm from to get to know a nigga
I'm still glad I smoke weed
Hidin' from the police
I spent time overseas, hanging out in England
And I got the squad on my mind and I mean this
Do a little time out the country, I need this
56 nights, gotta know the real meaning

Dropped Monster tape and had to go to Europe
Best thing I ever did was fall out of love
Esco came to me, he said they think you washed up
You need to go back in, show these niggas who the one
We going back in as soon as we get off tour
He had my hard drive on him when he caught the case
When they took him in custody they took my life away

People didn't even understand that my hard drives that I recorded all my music on for two years straight was on this... was on this one hard drive that Esco had and he was locked up with it, so I had to record new music. That's when I did Beast Mode

I'm fresh off the plane on them [?]
I endured so much pain, ain't got Esco with me
Ain't got nobody smoke one or pour with me
Niggas rocked the lean, man, when I was OT
And I'm still dealing with the time they gave Doe B
How you gon' get your armed robbery around me?
And my lifestyle getting way bigger
I got so much love for my niggas
Brown paper bag we getting back to the paper
Getting back to the basics
Everything I did, it was premeditated
I just knew there'd come a time when I finally did make it
And some niggas started hating, I ain't never had no problem with these niggas
I've been about my guala from the dodo
Got an R&B chick laying on me, no photo
Got a combo in the condo doing some real life porno

And I ain't worried about nothing in the world, keep that badass bitch
These niggas ain't on my problems, damn that shit
There's so much more I gotta endure
I just had my baby gotta go on tour

Got the game from them old niggas
You gotta know where I'm from to get to know a nigga
I'm still glad I smoke weed
Hidin' from the police
I spent time overseas, hanging out in England
And I got the squad on my mind and I mean this
Do a little time out the country, I need this
56 nights, gotta know the real meaning

I ain't holding this back, I ain't holding this
The music way ahead of its time and I notice this
Get back in the studio, give them what they was missing
They didn't know I knew the game and I know how to reinvent it
They ain't know me in the projects, they just know me from rhyming
My hard work finally catching up with perfect timing

You know what I'm saying, I could take a hundred dollar slab and goddamn make three hundred off that bitch, you dig?

Got the game from them old niggas
You gotta know where I'm from to get to know a nigga
I'm still glad I smoke weed
Hidin' from the police
I spent time overseas, hanging out in England
And I got the squad on my mind and I mean this
Do a little time out the country, I need this
56 nights, gotta know the real meaning

Everything in the streets, it prepared me for everything that I'm going through right now. The good and the bad, you know what I'm saying? Can't let none of this shit get to me. I go harder cause I know where I was at, and I know where I wanna go

 

[fox69]

"Lay Up"

"Lay Up"


[Hook:]
I fuck on that bitch and we lay up
I fuck on that bitch and we lay up
I fuck on that bitch and we lay up
I passed her off like a lay up
I tripled my cups like an addict
She come through late night on them Xannies
Don't tell me you back in that action
Don't tell me you back in that action

I get that mouth on the regular
I get more lip than a cellular
I fuck that pussy on the regular
She take them Xans on the regular
I'm not so average, unregular
I don't do shit if it's regular
I jump out the whip, it ain't regular
I'm flippin' the script, it ain't regular
I'm not just a local pedestrian
I get that work from the Mexicans
I ride with my niggas like Mexicans
I sell them keys on the regular
I push start the car, it ain't regular
My watch and my chain ain't regular
I smash on your broad on the regular
She let me menage on the regular

[Hook]

I'm back on them Xannies
I'm back in that action, I'm back in that action
I'm back with that double cup, now I done tripled up
Bag is Chanel and her bag cost a bale
I spend that money on the regular
I blow them racks on the regular
I won't hit that blunt if it's regular
I got that mouth, it was regular
Smokin' on kush like it's regular
Drivin' a whip like it's regular
200 a zip in this Actavis
I keep that Planet of the Ape on me
Add some more shine in the face, homie
Quadruple the clarity, yay, yay
I got that bitch on that dope dick
She said she cummin' like yeah, yeah

[Hook]

Don't tell me you back in that action
Don't tell me you back on them Xannies
Let's pop up some Vicodin
They said we were dead broke, nigga
Only God can judge us
Take a bar and I love it
On a bar and I love it
I want that money for sure, shawty
I go to work on a her poontang
She go to work at the Pink Pony
She came out the ceiling, no clothes on
I hit her hood with them clothes on me
A gram of that good have your nose runnin'
I fucked her so good, had her nose runnin'
It's cold in the hood like a nose runnin'
I put her flat on her back, yeah

[Hook x2]

 

[fox69]

"Lil One"

"Lil One"


See, I learn to keep that mask on
I'mma keep that cash on me
I'mma keep that cash on me
I'mma do the dash
Now, don't make me drop a bird on ya
I'm gon' drop a bag on ya
I'm gon' drop that bag on ya
Don't make me drop that bag on ya
I learn to keep that mask on
Nigga gon' keep that mask on
Nigga gon' keep that mask on
Nigga gon' keep that mask
Gotta learn to keep that mac on me
Gotta keep that mac on me
Gotta keep that mac on that rap-pap-pap-pap, target

Side [?] old car
Niggas gon' pull up and spray in broad
Got that yapa on him right now
And he ready to pull up right now
Shot up a nigga with the scope
Fuck that pussy shit, we sellin' drop
Turn the hood into Iraq
On the corner, flippin' that pack
AK-47 and lortabs
Drugs, a pound of fuckin' percocets
Feel asleep and woke up with that yapa
And he playin' with it right now

See, I learn to keep that mask on
I'mma keep that cash on me
I'mma keep that cash on me
I'mma do the dash
Now, don't make me drop a bird on ya
I'm gon' drop a bag on ya
I'm gon' drop that bag on ya
Don't make me drop that bag on ya
I learn to keep that mask on
Nigga gon' keep that mask on
Nigga gon' keep that mask on
Nigga gon' keep that mask
Gotta learn to keep that mac on me
Gotta keep that mac on me
Gotta keep that mac on that rap-pap-pap-pap, target

Trapped in that 44 camouflage
They are in [?] that's a real mirage
Jump out the side of a caravan
Flippin' that work, you the middle man
Got that penthouse with the dogs off it
You take that Roxies with some alcohol
You rob in the daytime
My choppas a gold mind, nigga
Pour the four and cut the four
You play with that dog food
You play with that, play with that
These niggas are runnin' a gun store
They come and kick in your front door
Those goonies got hoodies and money
Frank Lucas, a role model
Hit 'em and hit 'em and lick 'em up
And go get your own bottle

See, I learn to keep that mask on
I'mma keep that cash on me
I'mma keep that cash on me
I'mma do the dash
Now, don't make me drop a bird on ya
I'm gon' drop a bag on ya
I'm gon' drop that bag on ya
Don't make me drop that bag on ya
I learn to keep that mask on
Nigga gon' keep that mask on
Nigga gon' keep that mask on
Nigga gon' keep that mask
Gotta learn to keep that mac on me
Gotta keep that mac on me
Gotta keep that mac on that rap-pap-pap-pap, target

 

[fox69]

"Live From The Gutter"
(with Drake)

"Live From The Gutter"
(with Drake)



[Future:]
Hendrix ah, ah
I woke up like this

[Future:]
Reporting live from the fucking gutter bitch
I ain't talking about some real money shit
I ain't talking nothin' but big money shit
I ain't talking nothin' but big money bitch

[Future:]
Reporting live from the gutter
I'll buy these motherfuckers talking big money shit bitch
Straight up out the gutter, never had shit
Now we got 90210 on our address
Talking 10 mill just to get an asset
I know them tears did on my last bitch
The money made me hungry I'm a savage
I've seen stars lining up you can't imagine
I watched my broad give up on me like I'm average
I went back inside the attic count it up and started laughing, ha
I went back inside the attic count it up and started laughing, ha
Cuban links hanging on my wrist I was on welfare
Wake up in the house I look around see bales everywhere
I see girls everywhere, I see scales everywhere
I see hell everywhere, I get mail everywhere
Walked outside Buford County came out in a Learjet
A fiend for that lean I ain't even started drinking beer yet
They bust the trap, I live there
Came out clean, I ain't clean my shit still there
Just imagine you was living lavish and they still there
Walk up in the crib look pools sitting on the hill now
I just need some niggas with me that will keep it real yeah
Got a lot of pretty bitches I just paid their bills now
Money make me feel good but does she make me feel good
Known for gettin' that guala out in Europe while we’re still hood
Known to pop a bottle on a motherfucker like I'm on my last damn dollar

[Future:]
Reporting live from the fucking gutter bitch
I ain't talking about some real money shit
I ain't talking nothin' but big money shit
I ain't talking nothin' but big money bitch

[Drake:]
Reporting live from the gutter, I will buy this motherfucker
It’s not even a discussion (whoop)
And I got my niggas with me, yeah, yeah
She gon' end up dipping with me, yeah, yeah
And I got her tripping off of yay, yay
Pillow talking dishing out on all y'all
In one ear and out the other
Shut your mouth and take what’s coming
Live from the gutter dog, yeah, yeah
She don’t want pets but I’m a dog, yeah, yeah
And she love it dog, yeah, yeah
And she love it dog, yeah, yeah
On the Billboards, all we do is pop shit
Soon as that night fall, that's when we lock in
This for my niggas on that bullshit and that nonsense
This for my dogs who go Karrueche with the chopsticks
And we gon miss you
They don’t wanna smoke they don't want no issue
But these the times we gotta live through
But these the times we gotta live through
And I'm...

[Future:]
Reporting live from the fucking gutter
I ain't talking about some real money shit
Reporting live from the damn gutter
Swear to god I'll buy this motherfucker ahh

 

[fox69]

"Long Live The Pimp"
(feat. Trae Tha Truth)

"Long Live The Pimp"
(feat. Trae Tha Truth)



[Hook: Future]
Drinkin' on Texas, parkin' lot flexin'
Bumpin' UGK, motherfucka
Ridin' dirty with the K, motherfucka
Underground AK, motherfucka
Drinkin' on Texas, parkin' lot flexin'
Bumping UGK, motherfucka
Eatin on shrimps, motherfucka
Long live the pimp, motherfucka

[Verse 1: Future]
Sippin' on Port Arthur, hangin' with you rocks
Bad yellow bitch and her pussy taste like water
Cash red Cadillac, deuce and a quarter
Bumpin uncle pimp, and my uncle Bun
Niggas can't touch me like I'm Jay Prince son
Water drippin' off me, shinin' like a star
Grippin' on the wheel, Johnny Dale got me chilled
Texas in my Sprite when I'm poppin' seal
Drinkin' on mud, rockin' with the thugs
Long live Chad, the dirty south love you
I've come to get tippy, smokin', reminiscin'
Underground king, you a legend in my memory

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Trae]
Tippin' on glass slippaz, pain on and deep as fuck
UFC in my trunk, bet this gon' beat you up
Everything movin' slow, still ain't no keepin' low
Gator replace the seats, get your ass even up
Chopper behind the seat, truth still undisputed
Verse ain't the tryna trill, I won't talk with it because Suzanne
Hang in on the diamonds, flexing
Swinging over like I'm flexing
Stuntin' on 'em like I'm birdman
Make seven on it, whip the wrist
Nothing on it, don't fetch attention
Get your bitches, cold efficient
Gonna kill it on competitions
Sideline 'em, on suspension
Young Bill, turned to stone
Lil' Jim, Sweet Jane's Joe
Bumpin' UGK and get your stomach full of stones

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"Long Time Coming"

"Long Time Coming"


Ey, it's been a long time coming, babe
Oh, I just called to see how you been doin' late
I didn't call to start a new relation, no
It's been a long time coming, babe

You ran across my mind, and I ain't trippin'
[?] canary yellow birds are drippin' off me
I was young when I fucked with you,
You wouldn't understand the person that I grown into
I put in overtime inside this vocal booth
It's amazing how crazy in love you wit' the kid
I used to hold you by your waist and you'd look up to the kid,
You was out cryin', why you ridin' on the kid,
We should've won an award off the movies that we did.
We both moved on, I bet you still reminiscing.
I hurt you so bad, I just need for you to listen,
We was friends before all of this,
I wanna see you happy girl no matter who you're with,
On some real shit...

Ey, it's been a long time coming, babe
Oh, I just called to see how you been doin' late
I didn't call to start a new relation, no
It's been a long time coming, babe

Over the weekend at the Vegas, crossed my memory
I was taking out the limo thinking
How much you was there for me, I got you forever, wherever
That's just the man in me, I look at you like family
Wanna see how you been doin'
I turned you to a fucking beast
Remember how we ran the streets and fucked until we'd go to sleep,
I know you ain't forgot that, I doubt that
Even though that nigga housed that, you still left yo heart back
I'ma wait for you to call back, I'ma fall back
I'm over there, yeah
Ay, let me reflect for a second
Nuttin' serious tho'
I'm happy than I ever been before
You need some help, don't hesitate to hit me up, you know
I ain't on that lil' boy shit, girl I'm just lettin' ya know.

Ey, it's been a long time coming, babe
Oh, I just called to see how you been doin' late
I didn't call to start a new relation, no
It's been a long time coming, babe

Ey, it's been a long time coming, babe
Oh, I just called to see how you been doin' late
I didn't call to start a new relation, no
It's been a long time coming, babe