Future Guns

[Produced by: Statik Selektah] [Intro] Get out (I'm gone, every time I'm rolling in, I'm gone...) Ay shouts to Statik Selektah Ay, bitch your selection Ay, there's some niggas out here Ay, that need inspection Ay, they need the lecture Ay, [?] election [Verse 1] Bitch I regret to inform you all your threats just annoy us Damn, you can bang that gavel all you wanna But your honor, bitch, you can’t take my respect or my honor I’m hot as smoking marijuana in a sauna Little bitch I’m hot as a pot of tea, Harlem is a part of me Old white man look down on me Like “Look here little light skin boy your grandpop was my property” Don’t let me fuck the game, I’m gon’ need some top at least Drop the top in Cabo beach, ugh And every time they suggest I cop a chain or a ring, or a range or a plane I’mma laugh right in they face, oh my God, I’mma laugh right in they face Uh, oh, uh, I might cop a school of something New everything, a new pool or something (new things) That’s some cool shit to do with something (cool as hell) [Outro] (Ay shouts to Statik Selektah man, appreciate it) (Wrong shit make the beat go Baca (boom boom boom)) (Make the motherfucker drop off) (Ugh, I got future guns (pew pew pew) got them future guns)