Future ATL - Karate Chop (Remix) lyrics
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Southern smoke, yeah!
(What?)
Slack a bunch of narcotics (then what?)
Pull up in that new Rari (step, step!)
Live it like John Gotti (come on!)
Come on! Chopping bricks like karate
Drink a bunch of Codein (joint, joint)
Swerving to the dwag fiends (smoking)
Blowing money, stay clean (we ran)
Michael Jackson, Billy Jean!
Got a Panamera round a young nigga head (Porsche)
Got a young bitch, pulling out, not gonna… (she working!)
Smoke a lot of Kush and I have a lot of sex (huh)
Had to beat the grind up, ran up my check
Bitch nigga get money, nigga get that (pain!)
Roll a blunt of chronic, nigga sell a lot of crack (crack)
You can hit a nigga line, order what you want
I can whip a Maserati, pulling up a donk
50,000 on your watch, young nigga splurge
Pop a Ace of Spades bottle, sip a lot of syrup (syrup)
Keep a young nigga working, gotta bust a cape
I’mma take a phone call, hustle everyday!
Hook:
(What?)
Slack a bunch of narcotics (then what?)
Pull up in that new Rari (step, step!)
Live it like John Gotti (come on!)
Come on! Chopping bricks like karate
Drink a bunch of Codein (joint, joint)
Swerving to the dwag fiends (smoking)
Blowing money, stay clean (free rhyme)
Michael Jackson, Billy Jean!
Ripping.. never a cake, just to go and snatch a spider (spider)
Young nigga play with keys, like a type writer (yeah)
Al Capone, John Gotti was a nigga idol
I was never snitching, not gonna put it in the Bible
In a four door beamer, driving with a rifle
Nigga where you at? Nigga we gonna pull up on you (right now!)
Young bitch nigga like Janet in the 80s (80s)
We was grinding up from a tube and a baby
Got the girl dripping wet like a …
Got this… cup and it’s full of syrup (of what?)
Send it over from New Mexico and let me work (let’s work!)
I can get 36 (how much?) for a clean shirt!
Hook:
(What?)
Slack a bunch of narcotics (then what?)
Pull up in that new Rari (step, step!)
Live it like John Gotti (come on!)
Come on! Chopping bricks like karate
Drink a bunch of Codein (joint, joint)
Swerving to the dwag fiends (smoking)
Blowing money, stay clean (free rhyme)
Michael Jackson, Billy Jean! (who bad?)
Pop a lot of pain pill
About to put… on my skateboard wheels, yeah
Beat that pussy up like in a… yeah
Two cell phones ringing at the same time
That’s your hoe calling from two different phones
Tell that bitch, “leave me the fuck alone!”
See, you fuck around, and I’ll fuck her long!
I got a love-hate relationship with molly
I’d rather pop her… and my dick is a…
Boy, I’ll bury you like…and these hoes say I’m blind
Cause I don’t see nothing wrong with a little bump and grind
And I just received a package, them other niggas taxing
And my pockets so fat, I’m starting to feel contractions
And my cousin went to jail for ‘em chickens
And he already home and the nigga must be snitching
Cut him off like karate!
Hook:
Slack a bunch of narcotics (then what?)
Pull up in that new Rari (step, step!)
Live it like John Gotti (come on!)
Come on! Chopping bricks like karate
Drink a bunch of Codein (joint, joint)
Swerving to the dwag fiends (smoking)
Blowing money, stay clean (free rhyme)
Michael Jackson, Billy Jean! (who bad?)
