Interstate 10

[Intro: Future & YG] This shit breaking a nigga heart (Yeah) The person they want a nigga to be (Where that shit go?) This shit breaking my heart (The gang) This shit you never see (10 Summers, yeah) Mustard on the beat, ho [Chorus: Future] Yeah, skinny jeans on me with extendo Hanging with them young niggas, flocking, pulling kick doors Yeah, we was hanging at the bando Fully loaded clip, went and snatched up a Benzo Flew them Dracos out of LA on a PJ And we taking off, no delay No delay, we taking up the murder rate Everything from chinchos to parquet [Verse 1: Future] Audemar baguette, have it tinted, better reli-lax Money coming through, blue hundreds on impact Married to the game, cop new pink stones No new friends, cop five new phone Aston money, need to be the right one Double up my cups, ooh-ooh, pop one Cop new drops, upper echelon Hustlers dream to live lavish In the middle of the night go to Saturn Two-tone Patek, go spazzing Ten brand new whips in traffic No evidence, no lacking Bentley routine, go re-up Fully loaded magazine when you see us It's a full time job tryna stay on point Glock four-zero, hollow points, yeah [Chorus: Future] Yeah, skinny jeans on me with extendo Hanging with them young niggas, flocking, pulling kick doors Yeah, we was hanging at the bando Fully loaded clip, went and snatched up a Benzo Flew them Dracos out of LA on a PJ And we taking off, no delay No delay, we taking up the murder rate Everything from chinchos to parquet [Verse 2: Future] Game chose me, I ain't choose this Empty out the clip before you lose this If your city on your back and your shoulder You gotta rally, you gotta spray like a soldier Vultures, they come with the territory V12, your motor is mandatory Whipping the soda, be cool, do the speed Make it on Interstate 10 and achieve This is not regular time, you gon' bleed Came from the game, ain't no trust, pushing keys From the cook up to the tour bus You see how far ambition took us We bring all the hood niggas with us They non-believers, we made 'em believe us From my block to your block, they love homicides Looking like a foreign dealership outside, yeah [Chorus: Future] Skinny jeans on me with extendo Hanging with them young niggas, flocking, pulling kick doors Yeah, we was hanging at the bando Fully loaded clip, went and stashed up a benzo Flew the dracos out at LA on a PJ And we're taking off, no delay No delay, we're taking off the murder rate Everything from chinchos to parquet [Outro: Future] Interstate 10 We risked it all to get it in And we would risk it again It's breaking my heart, with this currency throwin' It's breaking my heart It's tearing me up, what you're doing to me It's tearing me apart This greed and this envy, I don't know where to go Don't know where to start