Future - Karate Chop (feat. Lil Wayne) (Remix)

[Intro - Future & (Lil Wayne)] You know This just some real nigga shit, yeah real nigga story You know what I’m saying? (Young Mula babbyyy) [Chorus - Future] Ay, slang a bunch of narcotics Pull up in that new ‘rrari Living like John Gotti Chopping bricks like karate Drink a bunch of codeine Serve it 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 and 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 [Chorus - Future] Ay, slang a bunch of narcotics Pull up in that new ‘rrari Living like John Gotti Chopping bricks like karate Drink a bunch of codeine Serve it to the dope fiends Blowing money, stay clean Michael Jackson, Billy Jean [Verse 2 - Future] Whip another 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 ’80s We was grinding up from a tube and a baby Got the girl dripping wet like a Jheri curl Got the Styrofoam cup and it full of syrup Send it over from New Mexico and let me work I can get 36 for a clean shirt [Chorus - Future & (Lil Wayne)] Ay, slang a bunch of narcotics Pull up in that new ‘rrari Living like John Gotti Chopping bricks like karate Drink a bunch of codeine Serve it to the dope fiends (yeah) Blowing money, stay clean (check me out) Michael Jackson, Billy Jean Who bad? [Verse 3 - Lil Wayne] Pop a lot of pain pills ‘Bout to put rims on my skateboard wheels Yeah, beat that pussy up like Emmett Till Yeah… ahaha Two cell phone ringin’ at the same time That’s your hoe, 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 [Chorus - Future & (Lil Wayne)] Ay, slang a bunch of narcotics (yeahhh) Pull up in that new ‘rrari (Young, Young) Living like John Gotti (Young, Young, Young) Chopping bricks like karate (Young Mula babbbyyyy) Drink a bunch of codeine (syrup) Serve it to the dope fiends Blowing money, stay clean (stay clean) Michael Jackson, Billy Jean Who bad?