U Sellin Dope

[Intro: Future] I got Wafi in this motherfucker, nigga What you doing, nigga? Got an unlimited amount of jewelry on us, nigga You know what I'm saying? Bustdown Double 0, you know what I mean? Double007, all that Emeralds, nigga, baguettes all around that bitch, nigga We ain't playing, check the score (Who that, Trell?) [Chorus: Future] You selling dope, make sure you run all the red lights You kicking doors, make sure you run all the red lights Pour a four, get to tripping, wipe a nose Crooked cop, uh, they gon' shoot a nigga for sure Get it poppin', they just left a nigga in the cold Red bottom, I guess I'ma stick to the code One call all it take to tag your toe You're twenty-one, I'm pushing twenty-two Lambos [Verse 1: Lil Double 0] How Double 0 nineteen, but he act like he been here before? Don't stop at no red lights if your head right, we gon' high speed and go Screaming fuck a security Got a chop with a drum and it's fully Coming near me, I'll shoot every bullet I've been fucking these groupies My life is a movie, I jumped off the porch and I got straight to it Mixing the Wock', I ain't drinking a smoothie Ask Pluto, he'll tell you Lil Double 0 ruthless If you stop at the red light, we hop out and shoot you Mixing the Perc' with the weed, got my body delusional Making plays in the trap while you watching a movie All my bitches some slimes, you trust 'em, you lose it I'ma wipe the boy nose if nobody else do it If Pluto say fuck you, know what I'm doing [Chorus: Future] Selling dope, make sure you run all the red lights You kicking doors, make sure you run all the red lights Pour a four, get to tripping, wipe a nose Crooked cop, uh, they gon' shoot a nigga for sure Get it poppin', they just left a nigga in the cold Red bottom, I guess I'ma stick to the code One call all it take to tag your toe You're twenty-one, I'm pushing twenty-two Lambos [Post-Chorus: Future] Twenty-one, I'm pushing twenty-two Lambos Twenty-one, I'm pushing twenty-two Lambos Make sure you run all the red lights Pour a four, get to tripping, wipe a nose [Verse 2: Future] Tax it, we get it there, you pay a different price I'm trapping, made it out the bando serving pearly whites Captain's seat, Autobiography, let's take a drive Rolling down, uh, twenty cars in count, fuck a cop Smoke a pound and front a truckload to the block Bustdown, Flintstone ice, big rocks Losing count, count the money up and never stop Bricks stamped, everywhere I go, I sell dope [Chorus: Future] Selling dope, make sure you run all the red lights You kicking doors, make sure you run all the red lights Pour a four, get to tripping, wipe a nose Crooked cop, uh, they gon' shoot a nigga for sure Get it poppin', they just left a nigga in the cold Red bottom, I guess I'ma stick to the code One call all it take to tag your toe You're twenty-one, I'm pushing twenty-two Lambos [Post-Chorus: Future] Twenty-one, I'm pushing twenty-two Lambos Twenty-one, I'm pushing twenty-two Lambos Make sure you run all the red lights Pour a four, get to tripping, wipe a nose