Very Begin

[Intro: Future] I'm actin' like I want revenge D. Hill (D. Hill) Look [Chorus: Future] Margiela-gielas, the very begin Margiela-gielas, the very begin Margiela-gielas, the very begin Margiela-gielas, the very begin Margiela-gielas, the very begin Margiela-gielas, the very begin Margiela-gielas, the very begin Margiela-gielas, the very begin Burberry sticks, and I done it, I win She don't wanna listen, I'm goin' at her friend I graduate off the block, I'ma win I graduate off the streets, copped the Benz Ain't no clout chasin' over here on my end I could taste syrup 'cause it's watchin' me sin I pop out the hood with Koreans I pop out the hood with Koreans [Verse 1: Guap Tarantino] I fuck on that bitch, that's the end Spent racks on some Cartier lens Margiela high-top on my shins We'll shoot at the opp and they friends And I'm makin' these racks with no pens You sit in the trap with my kin And I ran it like lap in my Benz Yeah, Freeband Gang, we used to the wins Watch gone, watch gone, nigga, I'm gone Got bags comin' in, plug hittin' my phone Want Oxycontin fuck cologne Young Freeband Gang, Al Capone I know my bros they want slice of the pie We split it even, don't crap on my guys All the damn cap, boy, you tellin' them lies Got me a lil thick bitch, I rub on her thighs Yeah, ooh, suck me like pacifier Ooh, they say I'm one of a kind Sure, if a nigga playin', he dyin' (Brr) Ooh, I got a lot on the line I got a bitch who gon' tell you some lies Set your ass up, make you put down the fire Bitch, I'm big Guap, they can't fit in my size I'm with King Pluto, this shit like a prize [Chorus: Future] Margiela-gielas, the very begin Margiela-gielas, the very begin Margiela-gielas, the very begin Margiela-gielas, the very begin Margiela-gielas, the very begin Margiela-gielas, the very begin Margiela-gielas, the very begin Margiela-gielas, the very begin Burberry sticks, and I done it, I win She don't wanna listen, I'm goin' at her friend I graduate off the block, I'ma win I graduate off the streets, copped the Benz Ain't no clout chasin' over here on my end I could taste syrup 'cause it's watchin' me sin I pop out the hood with Koreans I pop out the hood with Koreans [Verse 2: Lil Wookie] Yeah, yeah, yeah J-Lo, my dope, it come straight out the pot Diamonds, my mouth, it came straight out my watch Fuck on your ho and you know she a thot Fuck on her throat, then she go out the spot Woke up, like, "Fuck it, today I wear all chains" Racks out, they bustin' my jeans, they buy Balmains Fifteen racks, holdin' nothin' that's small change The ho came to us 'cause they found out you all lame Yeah, Taliban nigga been poppin' Young Freebandz, nigga been poppin' Yeah, all the whole hood poppin' Yeah, all these fuck niggas watchin' Yeah, watch came plain, I bussed it Yeah, when the bands came I bussed it It's your main ho we fuckin' We keep it on the low so you don't know nothin' Maison Margiela to make 'em more jealous We carry these choppers to fuckin' protect us This for your niggas who think about chasin' bullets And hit for you nigga who clout chase Got smoke they gon' call us and tell us we steppers Price on your head, drop the bag, they gon' get that The thirty-round clip make a clout nigga get back If you droh the bag, I jump out and push your shit back [Chorus: Future] Margiela-gielas, the very begin Margiela-gielas, the very begin Margiela-gielas, the very begin Margiela-gielas, the very begin Margiela-gielas, the very begin Margiela-gielas, the very begin Margiela-gielas, the very begin Margiela-gielas, the very begin Burberry sticks, and I done it, I win She don't wanna listen, I'm goin' at her friend I graduate off the block, I'ma win I graduate off the streets, copped the Benz Ain't no clout chasin' over here on my end I could taste syrup 'cause it's watchin' me sin I pop out the hood with Koreans I pop out the hood with Koreans