Futuristic

[fox69]

"Watch Out (Remix)"
(with Devvon Terrell)

"Watch Out (Remix)"
(with Devvon Terrell)



[Intro - Futuristic:]
Watch out lil' bitch
I'm a give you some instructions ok?
Hmm

[Verse 1 - Futuristic:]
Watch out lil' bitch
Please don't get world starred
Niggas mad because I'm getting rich
And you're still driving your girl's car
Wait, don't you have goals my nigga?
That chain ain't gold my nigga
Don't you wanna be a rapper when you grow up?
You ain't doing no shows my nigga
Y'all be like 34 still trying to make it
I'm 10 years younger and don't make no payments
Need it I cop it with no conversation
You should think of a backup occupation
Cutting a track every song operation
Come at the kid that's miscommunication
Losing patience basic lanes are faced with haters
But I ate it, ain't it banging when I make it
Swear to God that I've been on a rapper spree
I've been feeling sorry for the ones that's coming after me
Cause every track's a masterpiece and yours is a catastrophe
Spitting acid at them like a motherfucking battery
Reusing my lines new people try to adapt to me
Mc-dreamy them bitches see me on Grey's Anatomy
Leaving younger writers you can catch me at the factory
I've got the black so put the black in her mouth like a cavity
Watch out I got it if I'm being honest I think that they're terrible songs are unbearable give me a beat and like 15 minutes and I will embarrass you
Don't really care for too many but D is my homie
He in the track he going to hear my baloney
Feel like the Rock and you all are jabronis
Give me my cheese and hold the pepperonis
I'm gone

[Interlude - Futuristic & Devvon Terrell:]
Watch out lil' bitch
Cause Devvon about to come on
Watch out lil' bitch
Futuristic is a very angry black man
Very aggressive
Ahh

[Verse 2 - Devvon Terrell:]
Look at the sky that's a bird that's a plane
Taking me down that shit sounding insane
I am flying higher and running away
From I'm the new guy to watch and you are the rerun
Watch out lil' bitch
Lock up your wife and hide all of your kids
Not that it matters because I'm climbing up on this ladder
You sick and me too I'm rapping sneeze
Bless you, you're nothing special
I want it all and you settle
I am like Mr. Hyde you are like Jekyll
You're making things up that will never be real like Gepetto
It's all about levels
See I am my real voice and you are an echo
I hear you but they're like tho where is that coming from
If you are in front of me I suggest that you run
If you don't here I come
Watch out lil' bitch
Try to be nice but I cannot resist
Taking your order I do you a favor
You are the citizen I am the mayor
Oh yes we can, Barack Obama
When I'm in command, you beating me is not part of the plan
I see you as an enemy catch you with me but I'm not a fan
Watch out lil' bitch

 

[fox69]

"Watch Yo Mouth"
(feat. Sam Lachow)

"Watch Yo Mouth"
(feat. Sam Lachow)



[Intro - Futuristic:]
First and foremost, suck my dick, ho, yo

[Verse 1 - Futuristic:]
Listerine a pack of Orbit, Tic-Tacs and a virgin girl, everything I eat is fresh (tasty)
Travel the globe, making hella dough, killing hella shows, homie, I'm just tryna see what's next
She Snapchatted me her booty and it's juicy, so I hit her back, I'm just tryna see the rest
No, really, can I see the rest?
Not your face, bitch, I wanna see your breasts
Hot flow, in the winter, I can see my breath
Cold flow when it's spring, when the flowers bloom
All my white fans say the n-word
It's okay to use, but not if it's out of tune (nigga!)
Get it? Out of tune
That means, only say it if it's on a song
Sing along in the car, like I ride for my niggas, I'd die for my niggas
I feel like I can get it out of you
Hi, I'm Futuristic and I got a pretty big dick
And my songs are all explicit
Please, don't let your parents listen
Don't repeat the things I'm spitting
Cause you might just get suspended
And I'm 'bout to go on tour
You should probably buy a ticket, bitch

[Hook 1 - Futuristic:]
Watch yo mouth (Futuristic fucking sucks)
Watch yo mouth (the nigga sounds just like Childish Gambino)
Watch yo mouth
He's a bad mother...
Watch yo mouth (he ain't fucking with Lil B, cause)
Watch yo mouth (nigga softer than baby shit)
Watch yo mouth
Watch yo mouth (swear he's so corny)
He's a bad mother...
Watch yo mouth

[Verse 2 - Sam Lachow:]
Uh, Sammy daddy I've been creeping I admit it, seven day drug binge, ain't been to sleep in a minute, spent a week and I am preparation for a second bender, alchoholic in the summer, I'm a tweaker in the winter, uh
Got a mountain of loud, blow to bring them back up, weed to bring them back down
Drug raps got your whole team twerking
And your parents gonna try to make you buy the clean version
You're Netflix and Facebook and cheese puffs
I'm cocaine and blowjobs and real stuff
You take pics of kicks with gum bottoms
I take pics of tits with cum on them
Got a plaque on my wall and a mirror on the ceiling
I'm a fuck her 'til I hear her scream my name on the radio
Bottom of the barrel to being best on the map
Go from Malcolm in the middle to cooking meth in the trap
I am Sammy Chowder, candy flipping acid powder
I go crazy, I mean motherfucking wild with the flow
Futuristic, homie, you go Glen Coco
I'm just talking 'bout what everybody's thinking
Bought the fucking bar now we've got everybody drinking
Hey, Brain! What you wanna do today?
Same motherfucking thing we do everyday, Pinky!

[Hook 2 - Futuristic:]
Watch yo mouth
Watch yo mouth
Watch yo mouth
He's a bad mother...
Watch yo mouth
Watch yo mouth
Watch yo mouth
Watch yo mouth
He's a bad mother...
Watch yo mouth

 

[fox69]

"Whatever I Want"

"Whatever I Want"


[Chorus:]
I know they hating on me right now
If I was you I'd hate me too
I know they saying I should calm down
Please, don't tell me what to do
Cause I do whatever I want
I do whatever I want, yeah
I do whatever I want
I do whatever I want

[Pre-Verse]
Yo, how I feel to have a boss and everything you ever did, you only did it cause they told you to
I wake up in the morning, I do anything I wanna do, now that's what you supposed to do
Travel the country, get this money
Sip this liquor, fuck these bitches
Everything you ever hoped to do
I only kick it with a couple niggas
I ain't fucking with you if you lying cause I know the truth

[Verse 1]
Remember whenever you making that money
Don't ever let that money make you
Cause your new friends gon' hate too
Let's watch here with the same crew
Same dudes, we came through
Same table, same models
We used to have to have to buy them but now they bringing the safe bottle
I'm too faded, I'm too famous, my crew banging, we Wu-Tanging, I'm 2 Chaining, my shoes painted, my boo hanging
Got two thangs that I fuck with
They boobs fake and they body perfect
Don't ask me for no pictures, nigga, can't you see that I'm working?

[Chorus]

[Hook:]
I'm doing what the fuck I want
Excuse me if I'm showing off
I did allow to make it happen
You can't tell me nothing, bitch, I know it all
I'm doing what the fuck I want
A young nigga finally got it popping
I did allow to make it happen
Cause I ain't never had no other option

[Pre-Verse]

[Verse 2:]
I been putting in work and I put any first, no one telling me nothing, the flow is disgusting and no one can touch it, you minding of me, cause I came out the oven I'm hot
Let me cool off
Wipe me down cause I'm on
These freak hoes, all week minded, but damn I drink strong
My name all on my chest, yo lady all on my jock
You knowing what happens next
Her face is all on my lap, my song is all in her car
Is that the ice-cream man? I got bars, nigga!

[Chorus]

[Hook]

[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"Why Not"

"Why Not"


[Intro:]
Why not? Yeah, I like, I like that shit
Why not? Why not? Why not? Why not?
All this money in my pocket got me

[Verse 1:]
Yo, I copped two bottles and they both for me
Niggas hating and I bag them quick, like groceries
Every track I make's a masterpiece
I make them say, uh, like Master P
I see what niggas is doing, so fuck it, I'm doing it better
They taking what's hot, duplicate it and drop it
They flow be the same, but they're changing their letters
And then they got one line and one verse and one song
That people remember that's clever and they go like this, hold up
My bars so cold, I wear one thousand sweaters
House party at my nigga crib
I never let a side bitch find out where I live
I only fuck with fans, I need a dick rider
I pick her up then drop her off, like a hitchhiker

[Hook:]
Why not? Why not? Why not? Why not?
All this money in my pocket
Made me feel like why not?
Why not? Why not? Why not? Why not?
I know, can't nobody stop me
So I'm yelling why not?
Why not? [x28]

[Verse 2:]
My middle finger up, to let these niggas know
Your bitch sucking on me, like a chicken bone
I hit that shit, then do my happy dance
I'm killing all these rappers, call an ambulance
No, really though, who is you kidding?
Them writtens is awfully shitty
It's twenty fourteen, you rap like Mase and Diddy
There's no marathon, but I'm running my city
You can find me in the club, just like fifty
I'm rubbing her tittes, you not fucking with me
You trying to slang all these singers and models
My nigga, I'm just trying to bang Oprah Winfrey
Play her my song, I know she gon' love it
I hit her at her house, we call that homecoming
Silk sheets, Versace, Versace, Versace, Versace, Squad
Fuck all of that shit that you talking 'bout
I'm never gonna join Illuminati

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"Word Up"
(with Devvon Terrell)

"Word Up"
(with Devvon Terrell)



[Verse 1 - Futuristic:]
I came home for the holidays
I ain't seen you in a minute
I've been in the city working, handling my business
I ain't talked to you since the day that you was tripping
I look at your pictures, you've been making bad decisions, hanging with a bunch of bitches who have all these bad intentions
The only thing they wanna do is get drunk and fuck some niggas
Is that what you really want
Tell me is that what you really want
Yo I ain't stressing it's a blessing
How we left it, you pathetic
All the memories we had but you was so quick to forget em
All them words you never meant 'em
All the texts that you were sending
Got me grinning when I get 'em

[Hook - Devvon Terrell:]
When I walk in you say what up
I say where you been, you say turned up
I'm like word up
When I walk in you say what up
I say where you been, you say turned up
I'm like word up

[Verse 2 - Futuristic:]
Yo, I came home for my Birthday
Why you at my party in the first place
You be acting like this is the first grade
I remember you had never got to first base, seemed like every nigga get a triple on the first date
Now you so thirsty, you would go do anything to hurt me
Now I know you never deserved me
Something wasn't working, can't believe I thought
It was a sure thing
I'm just doing me, I'm not searching
Everything is perfect, I hope that you get that
All the shit you talking oh my God you need a tic-tac
Who are all these new girls baby where your friends at
All the fighting tell me girl why would I ever miss that

[Hook - Devvon Terrell:]
When I walk in you say what up
I say where you been, you say turned up
I'm like word up
When I walk in you say what up
I say where you been, you say turned up
I'm like word up

[Verse 3 - Devvon Terrell:]
Now you wanna chill, I be like chill
You ain't been real since the day you was trippin
Pictures with these new niggas like you really new niggas
Thinkin' like which one of them has just hitting
Oh, ask him how a young nigga taste
He can have the left overs on that plate
Caught in my feelings I really can't deal with
This new you, I knew you was one that pretendin'
I, who are you and what have you done
With the girl once knew
Hanging out late nights to the morning
Thinking who are you coming home with
Used to be home all day
Now you posting picture like you Beyonce
Who you trying to fool
You know, that I know, that you know, that I know you

 

[fox69]

"Young Rich & Handsome"
(feat. E Batt)

"Young Rich & Handsome"
(feat. E Batt)



[Intro - Futuristic:]
Uh, it's that WTF gang, Y-E-A shit
And I'm so young and rich and hansome
Young, rich and handsome, yeah
Bitch, I'm young, rich and handsome
Young, rich and handsome
Bitch, I'm young, rich and handsome
Young, rich and handsome
Bitch, I'm young, rich and handsome

[Verse 1 - Futuristic:]
Yo, your bitch said I look good, why these niggas hating
Old jealous ass nigga, here's how it work
You gotta take it to the savings, broke ass nigga
Shit's so funny, niggas wanna rap, they all thrash
Boy, you need to quit it, ask around town
Only a few niggas doing it, [?] and Futuristic
Niggas is rich, 10K for a show in my hometown, nigga, that's great
You working minimum wage with a baby on the way
How you living, lil nigga, that's a motherfucking shame
Cause we still get bitches and they all get wild
And they all do drugs, what she want
Said, coke and a smile, that's all she does
Cause I got gold on my neck with my Chucks on
A million plays on one song, what's wrong
WTF for my right arm, picking heat, sidearm
Mom I made it, thanks for raising be to be so cool
It's crazy I'm twenty two, you went to college
Got a job and I still made way more money than you

[Hook - Futuristic:]
Cause I'm young, rich and hansome
Young, rich and handsome
Bitch, I'm young, rich and handsome
Young, rich and handsome
Bitch, I'm young, rich and handsome
Young, rich and handsome
Bitch, I'm young, rich and handsome
Young, rich and handsome

[Verse 2 - E Batt:]
Young, handsome and faded, not to mention niggas is rich
Not really though, but it look like it
Not my ho, but it look like it
She fuck like it, she suck like it
Next one, she cook like it
Then, I'm kicking her out
I slept on my bed, she slept on my couch
Nigga, wow, people saying fuck me
Trust me, I don't really give a fuck
All I know is I been grinding, perfect timing
Now I'm 'bout to blow the fuck up, nigga
Huge, that's like a shot, let's make a toast, locked it on top
Now, I don't smoke, I drink allot, she think that I'm hot
I think that she bi

[Hook - Futuristic:]
It's the west coast, west sunny alive
We the best though, duh, niggas hot
Real shit, we taking over
Y'all dusty niggas can't save me, not
Youngest and the hottest nigga
Shout out to my [?]
I'm a pretty motherfucker
And I'm all about a dollar
I'm young, I'm young and I'm young, I'm young
And I'm rich, I'm rich, I'm rich, yeah I'm rich
I look good, I look good, I look good, I look good
Take your bitch, take your bitch
What the fuck you gon' do, nigga?

[Verse 3 - E Batt & Futuristic:]
Young nigga in a bar cap
We the shit, nigga, our caps
Y-E-A, WTF, fall in this bitch
And your bitch got a membership

Pimp shit, fresh nigga and a sallsack, sallsack
Bitch, I'm a ballsack, God damn right
On a roll, like a bike [?]
Young nigga tryna ball, like Mike, take a hype

Niggas all hyped, me I'm just like, young, rich, handsome and shit
Look at this shit that we did, better with every hit
Shout out to every kid, that's repping our shit

Wait, stop, you not like us
I can bet that I'm flyer than a jet pack
Still got jet lags, with the best raps
All my fans still waiting on the next bach, yeah
And here they go, chasing that dream, tryna reach my goal
In the mean time, freak these hoes
And get dough from the sold out show I throw
I was on the low low, but everybody know now
Whole town and they go around
Bumb through the whole town, oh wow
Big [?] party in that bitch, I ain't even gotta go out

But I ain't know most of the time
I'm the realest nigga that's out
And I ain't even know most of my prime
Came a long way from that Nissan
Drink Bombay, like a pre son
Need no deal, you can keep that
Middle finger up and a peace sign

[Hook - Futuristic:]
I'm young, I'm young and I'm young, I'm young
And I'm rich, I'm rich, I'm rich, yeah I'm rich
I look good, I look good, I look good, I look good
Take your bitch, take your bitch
What the fuck you gon' do, nigga?
Cause I'm young, rich and hansome
Young, rich and handsome
Bitch, I'm young, rich and handsome
Young, rich and handsome
Bitch, I'm young, rich and handsome
Young, rich and handsome
Bitch, I'm young, rich and handsome
Young, rich and handsome
Cause I'm so young and I'm so rich
I look so good, I'll finally take your bitch, ah, yeah
Cause I'm young and I'm rich and I'm handsome, God damn it
I'm saucing, what the fuck you gon' do, nigga?

 

[fox69]

"Yuck"

"Yuck"


[Intro:]
Yeah, you know who the fuck I be
Futuristic, Mr. WTF Gang, Mr. I Had To Do It
Mr. I Do All the Shit That You Can't Do lil nigguh
Sauce!

[Verse - Futuristic:]
Fuck 2 Chainz I got no chains, WTF that's a cold gang
Burn shit, propane, better stay inside your house like a snow day
Cause I kill tracks: OJ, you flow straight but you so gay
I don't even know how to read music but somehow I got that do re!
For me myself and I nigga, the truth, why would I lie nigga?
Square root get ate like pi nigga, it's Futuristic 'Or Die' nigga
I do this I don't try nigga, one dude but I ball like five niggas
Got five hoes in my condo givin' me brain so now my mind bigger
Fuck it I'm a kill it when I step into the buildin'
I spit it so sick that everybody need some Penicillin
I make two thousand a show that ain't a lot but I'm a build it
I do one like every day then pretty soon I'll have a million
Eatin' all these niggas I'm a put 'em in a skillet
Some'n like Braille everybody gotta feel it
It's DUB yes, no dubstep, but I still make noise like Skrillex
I hit hoes with 'Diff'rent Strokes', "Whatcha talkin' 'bout Willis?"
I'm a Gary ColeMan, "Whatcha talkin' 'bout Willis?"
Hit hoes with 'Diff'rent Strokes', "Whatcha talkin' 'bout Willis?"
I'm a Gary ColeMan, "Whatcha talkin' 'bout Willis?"
Cartoon niggas welcome to Monsters Inc.,
You washed up, get disposed, put 'em down the sink
Bad bitches raise your glasses, like P! nk
She hit me with a text like "I'm down for whatever, " with a wink!
If you think you fuckin' with me then you must be stupid!
Good music all day from Mr. I Had To Do It
Put this on your iPod or CD-ROM
Download at onlyfuturistic.com
Hol' up, hol' up, why these niggas thinkin'
That I do this shit for fun and knowin' that I put in work?
If you wanna talk about me on one of your tracks
It's a wrap, matta' fact I'm a put 'em in a hearse
Killin' all these niggas on every single verse
They disperse, did it first, he's bad and ya worse
I'm attackin' the Earth if he rapped then you hurt
I snapped and I curse every track then I burp!
Bad chick alert, get more neck than a tag on a shirt...
Yeah, I see more ass than the back of a skirt!
I'm just playin', you know who it is tho
WTF Gang, BOW!