FUTURE

FUTURE - Colossal

rate me

(Intro)

The luxury of having passion

I want it, I want it, I want it, I want it, I want it

(Hook)

This shit getting colossal

This shit getting colossal

This shit getting colossal

This shit getting colossal

We trap out the traphouse

We love it, we getting that money

We trap out the traphouse

Just know that we love it, we getting that money

This shit getting colossal

(Verse)

100s on 100s, do numbers on numbers

Get llamas on llamas

Got bales by the bundle

Got 100s that's gone, that's 100 in the joint

That's a hundred on hundred

Trapped out the house wit my partners

We went to shopping on midget

We went to cop it and get it, take flights out the city

We go to AZ and send it

We go to AZ and get it

I'm hungry, admit it, I swear I'm conditioned

I served and I hustled on any conditions

Fuck your permission, I'll get to them digits

Come to your town and I get and split it

I get them stacks and get busy

I get that gat and get busy

I take that crack and I flip it

I be in black like a villain

Hop out the 'Lac on some pimping

Step to that bitch like I'm Goldie

Half of these niggas? they bogus

Most of these niggas? they bogus

I go coast to coast, I'm fully loaded

I hit the lights fo' roaches just to scatter

I had to go to work wit heavy metal

I done seen dead bodies in the ghetto

I seen these bitches dancing wit the devil

I seen that money make a bitch evil

(Hook)

(Verse 2)

I fell in love wit a kickstand

I stole that bitch wit my left hand

I'm 'bout to open a meth lab

I set the blow on the jetway

Called up some places fo' sum' big faces

I be in B-More like I'm a Raven

We trap out this bitch 'til the police raid it

I seen that coco turn bad when it get in the pot

I'm sorta like a chef when I'm ova the pot

I'm sorta like a ref when we talk 'bout these streets

Whistle official, my pocket gorilla

We trap out these buildings and make us some millions

Poverty didn't the best of my game

We took all this game and went bought us some chains

We fuckin' these bitches, ain't none of 'em getting claimed

I'm straight up, deranged

I jump out the Range

I go to the Flame on a Wednesday

That molly, that drank and that kush

I think I went ova my limit

Stack after stack after stack

I'm throwing this shit to the ceilin'

Got 3 Audemars and a Bentley

And it's one hell of a feelin'

(Hook)

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