Alex Wiley - Future Guns lyrics

rate me

(Intro)

Get out!

(I'm gone, every time I'm rolling in, I'm gone)

Aye, shouts to Statik Selektah

Aye, bitch your selection

Aye, there's some niggas out here

Aye, that need inspection

Aye, they need the lecture

Aye, I neglect ya

(Verse)

Bitch, I regret to inform you all your threats just annoy us

Damn, you can bang that gravel all ya wanna

But your honor, bitch, you can’t take my respect or my honor

I’m hot as smoking marijuana in the sauna

Lil' bitch, I’m hot as a pot of tea, Harlem is a part of me

Old white man look down on me

Like 'look here little light skin boy your grandpa was my property'

Don’t let me fuck the game, I’m gon’ need some top at least

Drop the top in Cabo beach, uh

And every time they suggest I cop a chain or a ring, or a Range or a plane

I’mma laugh one in they face, oh, my God, I’mma laugh right in they face

Ey, I might cop a school of sum'

New everything, a new pool or something (scratch)

That’s some cool shit to do with something (cool as hell)

(Outro)

(Aye, shout out to Statik Selektah man, appreciate it)

Wrong shit make the beat go Baca (boom boom boom)

Make the motherfucker drop off

Aye, I got future guns (pew pew pew) got them future guns