[Intro: Future]
Yeah, yeah, tuh
(Metro)
Yeah, yeah
[Verse 1: Future]
Drankin' dope turned me to a superhero, yeah, yeah
Hit that pill, turned me to a superhero, yeah, yeah
Boominati turned me to a superhero, yeah, yeah (Metro)
(If Young Metro don't trust you, I'm gon' shoot you)
I'm on that dope again, I'm in that flow again
Switch up the flow again, yeah, yeah (Switch it)
Flyer than a parachute, grippin' that pole again
I'm on that oil again, yeah, yeah
Candy in the cup, gotta get paid (What?)
King in the streets (Yeah), young nigga made
Sprayin' up the crowd, take it to the grave
[Chorus: Future]
Ain't havin' problems, I'm sippin' the Barre
Shout out to Dallas, my bitch is a star
Nigga get rich, better take it to war (Yeah)
Piss on your casket, shoot at your ma
Do you somethin' nasty, roll you in a 'gar
Bitch get graphic, fuck me in a car
I get you a brand-new Rollie tomorrow
I put that brand-new Rollie on your arm
I ain't movin' slow, but I'm still on oil (Skrrt)
Tennis bracelets and they came with the frost (Frost)
Cuban links all the way up to your jaw (All the way up)
Step up the swag when I step on a broad
[Verse 2: Future]
Two thousand half, ooh, that's the cheapest one
Stackin' these hundreds up like coupons
Told you from the begin, upper echelon
I get to stackin' up, I'm untouchable
I get to represent, money multiple
I'm at the top of the charts, unapproachable
Bread by the loaf, turbo the motor
Tic-tac-toe, kill another vulture
Sellin' the 'bows, bitch do yoga
I deserve awards, servin' these boulders
A hundred grand large when I shop, that's the total
Fill up the garage, bitch, I'm a mogul
Ain't no facadin', ain't no fugazi
I jump it off, I get paid
Drop-top Royce, I'm goin' crazy
I push off, smokin' on haze (Woah)
Not tryna floss, Cartier shades
Candy in the cup, gotta get paid (What?)
King of the streets (Yeah), young nigga made
Sprayin' up the crowd (What?), take it to the grave
[Chorus: Future]
Ain't havin' problems, I'm sippin' the Barre
Shout out to Dallas, my bitch is a star
Nigga get rich, better take it to war
Piss on your casket, shoot at your ma
Do you somethin' nasty, roll you in a 'gar
Bitch get graphic, fuck me in a car
I get you a brand-new Rollie tomorrow
I put that brand-new Rollie on your arm
I ain't movin' slow, but I'm still on oil
Tennis bracelets and they came with the frost
Cuban links all the way up to your jaw (All the way up)
Step up the swag when I step on a broad
[Interlude: Future & Lil Double 0]
Step up the swag when I step on a broad (Let's go)
Let's go
Do you somethin' nasty, roll you in a 'gar
[Verse 2: Lil Double 0]
Pluto like, "Double 0, boy, you a star"
Only young nigga, nineteen, how I make it this far?
On a high-speed chase in a new stolen car
Cuban chain on my neck, but I ain't break the law
Wockhardt stain, left it on my shirt
R.I.P. Juice WRLD, we get full of them Percs
Uh, walk on the beat like I'm goin' in reverse
Havin' talks with a dead man, watch you sleep in a hearse
Double 0 on that young-nigga shit, yup, yup
Bet he blowin' blue strips, but that young nigga step
Off a Perc' and some Wockhardt, get that Hellcat and spin off
Hit the chop so hard, damn near knocked the whole clip off
Tell the ho to get nasty, she suck dick in a Tesla
Full of Roxies, I keep seein' pink lil' circles
Two straps on my hip, but I ain't no worker
Let's go, Double 0 not a rapper, I'm a walker, I'm special
You can get down or lay down, but I'm still gon' stretch you
Hundred shots in the K round, I can hit it forever
Trappin', servin', robbin' forever
My lil' nigga a demon, he believe in the devil
Wanna shop in this trap, gotta show me you're special (Uh)
Big-body Maybach, this is not a Range Rover
I was too high and tweaked, wrecked the Scat, it was totaled (Uh)
Big bustdown, bankroll, know I hate being sober
Switchin' my flow up, walkin' it down (Uh)
Pullin' some pressure, chopper spittin', no sound
Bitch wanna fuck and I'm takin' her down (Uh)
Percocet, exotic 'bows by the pound
Bitch see that I'm high, come fuck right now (Uh)
Shoot a video, I'm takin' her down (Let's go)
RGB, Chrome Heart, boy, I really got style
Too geeked off an Addy, can't come back down
Might just fuck me an opp ho, make a 4K child
Stabbin' him, stabbin' him, he got left on the ground
Got a chop in the pantry and the Glock in my lap
Everything that I rap, nigga know ain't no cap
Wanna bet ten or four? That boy life shootin' craps
Couple months ago, I was just broke in the trap
Hit a lick, start robbin', got my name on the map (Uh)
Now I'm rockin' designer, I don't know how to pronounce it (Uh)
I'm geeked on Percs, this shit good for my health
Fuck with Escobar, my boy like scammer of the year
Fuck tryna go to school, bitch, I blew for a year
I'm a 2000 baby, twenty-thousand-dollar earrings up in my—
[Outro: Future & Lil Double 0]
Back in that mode again, I'm ready to go again, one in the F&N, yeah
I'm on that dope again, I'm in that flow again, switch up that flow again, yeah, yeah
Flyer than a parachute, grippin' that pole again, I'm on that oil again, yeah, yeah
I'm on that dope again, I'm in that flow again, switch up that flow again, yeah, yeah
Flyer than a parachute, grippin' that pole again, I'm on that oil again, yeah, yeah
Yeah
Big FBG, I'm a bird
Nigga play with this bitch, I'ma purge
Let's go
Double 0 up the score, nigga, fuck with Pluto
Uh, let's go