Guillotine

[Intro: Future]

(Wheezy outta here)

Yeah (Yeah)

Yeah (Yeah)

Yeah (Yeah)

Yeah (Yeah)

Yeah (Yeah)

[Chorus: Future]

I made a bitch disappear like Houdini

She ride on me just like a new Lamborghini

Took a few links out the Rolex, I feel like a god, [in these yeezys?]

Everywhere I go bitches call me a king

Count so much money gotta bring the machine

Sticks like Hibachi the one with the beam

F&N out, duckin' agency

Sleepin' on me, crank the car with no kеy

Usually I'm pourin' up exotic tea

Drinkin' on oil with a bad lil' freak

Trappin' [in thеre and?] got the white and green

Coast to coast, flippin' exotic teams

I hit your hoe in the trap with the lean

Have a hell of time whenever we link

Haulin' our way to the Philippines

[Verse 1: Future]

Purchase ammo for my guillotine

Do what I did and I got me some things I ain't never seen

Pourin' it up like it's caffeine

Came out the gutter, word up to my mother

I came out the gutter to a magazine

Scraped in the field 'fore they catchin' these stains

In the field and you know I'm not an athlete

Benjamin Franklins done got in my pockets, done got in my veins, they done got in my pores

Surf in Australia, surf in America, surf in [the Stella long?], surf in Dior

Rich nigga, fucked that bitch just like I'm poor

Stars on the ceilin', Rolls Royce on the floor

Stars on the ceilin', Rolls Royce on the floor

[Chorus: Future & Yo Gotti]

I made a bitch disappear like Houdini

She ride on me just like a new Lamborghini

Took a few links out the Rolex, I feel like a god, [in these yeezys?]

Everywhere I go bitches call me a king

Count so much money gotta bring the machine

Sticks like Hibachi the one with the beam

F&N out, duckin' agency

Sleepin' on me, crank the car with no key

Usually I'm pourin' up exotic tea

Drinkin' on oil with a bad lil' freak

Trappin' [in there and?] got the white and green

Coast to coast, flippin' exotic teams

I hit your hoe in the trap with the lean

Have a hell of time whenever we link (Yeah)

Haulin' our way to the Philippines

[Verse 2: Yo Gotti]

I'm true to the game, I never been lame

I got her a Rolls truck, iced out her chain

Put dirt on my name, I knock out your brain

I'm burnin' her head in the new Mulsanne

These ain't baguette, they emerald cuts

Got a new bitch, she a bougie lil' slut

Ain't no meetin' with me unless it's millions and up

Ain't no kickin' with me 'less the bitch wanna fuck

Had choppers in the bando, you already know that

Ask about me, you know I'm somewhere where your hoe at

Turn me up, throwback

And you know it's fuck 12, gotta know that (Your heard me)

I made that bitch disappear like Houdini

She gave me head in that new Lamborghini

You bought her Birkin, I bought the bikini

This Patek a one-of-one, you never seen it

[Chorus: Future]

I made a bitch disappear like Houdini

She ride on me just like a new Lamborghini

Took a few links out the Rolex, I feel like a god, [in these yeezys?]

Everywhere I go bitches call me a king

Count so much money gotta bring the machine

Sticks like Hibachi the one with the beam

F&N out, duckin' agency

Sleepin' on me, crank the car with no key

Usually I'm pourin' up exotic tea

Drinkin' on oil with a bad lil' freak

Trappin' [in there and?] got the white and green

Coast to coast, flippin' exotic teams

I hit your hoe in the trap with the lean

Have a hell of time whenever we link

Haulin' our way to the Philippines