[Intro - Future & (Lil Wayne)]
You know
This just some real [bad word] [bad word]  yeah real [bad word] story
You know what I’m saying?
(Young Mula babbyyy)
 [bad word] - Future]
Ay, slang a bunch of narcotics
Pull up in that new ‘rrari
Living like John Gotti
Chopping bricks like karate
Drink a bunch of codeine
Serve it to the dope fiends
Blowing money, stay clean
Michael Jackson, Billy Jean

[Verse 1 - Future]
Got a Panamera ’round a young [bad word] neck
Got a young [bad word] pulling up in a vet
Smoke a lot of Kush and I have a lot of 
Had to beat the grind up, ran up my check [bad word] [bad word] get money, [bad word] get that
Roll a blunt of chronic, [bad word] sell a lot of crack
You can hit a [bad word] line, order what you want
I can whoop a Maserati, pulling up a donk
50,000 on yo’ watch, young [bad word] splurge
Pop a ace of spade bottle, sip a lot of [bad word] Keep a young [bad word] workin’, gotta buss a cape
I’mma take a phone call, hustle everyday
 [bad word] - Future]
Ay, slang a bunch of narcotics
Pull up in that new ‘rrari
Living like John Gotti
Chopping bricks like karate
Drink a bunch of codeine
Serve it to the dope fiends
Blowing money, stay clean
Michael Jackson, Billy Jean

[Verse 2 - Future]
Whip another cake, just to go and snatch a Spider
Young [bad word] play with keys like a type writer
Al Capone, John Gotti was a [bad word] idol
I was never snitching, I can put it on the Bible
In a 4-door Beamer, driving with a rifle [bad word] where you at? [bad word] we go pull up on ya
Young [bad word] looking like Janet in the ’80s
We was grinding up from a tube and a baby
Got the girl dripping wet like a Jheri curl
Got the Styrofoam cup and it full of [bad word] Send it over from New Mexico and let me work
I can get 36 for a clean shirt
 [bad word] - Future & (Lil Wayne)]
Ay, slang a bunch of narcotics
Pull up in that new ‘rrari
Living like John Gotti
Chopping bricks like karate
Drink a bunch of codeine
Serve it to the dope fiends (yeah)
Blowing money, stay clean (check me out)
Michael Jackson, Billy Jean
Who bad?

[Verse 3 - Lil Wayne]
Pop a lot of pain pills
‘Bout to put rims on my skateboard wheels
Yeah, beat that [bad word] up like Emmett Till
Yeah… ahaha
Two cell phone ringin’ at the same time
That’s your hoe, callin’ from two different phones
Tell that [bad word]  ‘leave me the [bad word] alone’
See you [bad word] her wrong, and I [bad word] her long
I got a love-hate relationship with Molly
I’d rather pop an ollie, and my [bad word] is a trolly
Boy, I’ll bury you like Halle
And these hoes say I’m blind
Cause I don’t see nothin’ wrong with a little bump and grind
Man I just received a package, them other niggas taxin’
And my pockets so fat, I’m startin’ to feel contractions
And my cousin went to jail for them chickens
And he already home and that [bad word] must be snitchin’
Cut him off like karate
 [bad word] - Future & (Lil Wayne)]
Ay, slang a bunch of narcotics (yeahhh)
Pull up in that new ‘rrari (Young, Young)
Living like John Gotti (Young, Young, Young)
Chopping bricks like karate (Young Mula babbbyyyy)
Drink a bunch of codeine [bad word] 
Serve it to the dope fiends
Blowing money, stay clean (stay clean)
Michael Jackson, Billy Jean
Who bad?