FUTURE - Bellucci lyrics

rate me

(Intro)

Real niggas, sometimes you gotta kill niggas

Word up my muhfuckin' riders, ya heard me?

Maybe I just go straight up right now

Aye, I can't keep all these soldiers at ease, nigga

(Verse)

It's murder for hire, I put coke in the tires

I got dope for the flag, this bulldog the cheddar

Earnin' money like chemist, comin' straight out the gutter

Takin' that daily D syrup, I fuck all the kids up yo mother

Me and young Booba, we bossin', down in Miami we flossin'

Eyes, they be drippin' with flames

We call it swagger sossa, you got a kilo, gone bought me a kilo

Throat in my tongue, only I got the yayo

These bitches be lovin' a nigga for hittin' the heidi

Shit! It's 50 Hendrix lemme have my momma

No condolence to my enemies

Baggin' and sellin' these coco leaves

Then I go take me a shopping spree

I want a brand new AR with 100 round drum on it

This money really make ya come vicious

You go put yo tongue on it

That bitch really yours, nigga?

You betta put an arm on it

I go to Harvard, nigga

That's word to my momma, nigga

I put that presidential rollie on that bitch

Now she mine, my nigga

I grind and I sign, my nigga

Ain't wasting no time, my nigga

A specialize freak on the passenger seat

She let you niggas say fuck all the beef

I got ammo for days

100 round on the king

Mac11 the Bentley, then I ride for my real niggas

Only God can judge me

What, you live in the field, nigga?

When you're field niggas, sometimes you gotta kill niggas

Hahahahaha!

(Outro)

Word up my muhfuckin' riders, ya heard me?