FUTURE - Salute lyrics

rate me

(Intro)

Escomoe, the coolest DJ in the world

Ey, ey

For real, for real

This for my young niggas grinding, went stashed 'em a Rollie

(Hook)

I call the play like I’m John Madden

I fuck that bitch in the Steve Maddens

Pitching the ROC like I'm Ty Ty

Mixing the soda like hair dye

Twist up some dirty, my nigga, let’s twist up some dirty

This for my young niggas grinding, went stashed 'em a Rollie

(Hook Variation)

I see yo loyalty paying off

I see yo grind been paying off

I see the dope, been paying off

I see the plug, been paying off

I went to work, they was layig on it

Little shawty be poppin' them Xans out

Little momma she do it the best now

Suckin' that dick wit no hands now

(Verse)

I got way too much juice, niggas can't hold me

I got way too much juice, niggas can't hold me

Bitches can't hold me

I'm juiced up wit shorty

I'm whippin' the 'Rari

Or the new Maserati

(Hook Variation 2)

Bust a jug in the West End at the parkin' lot

Used to sell my crack at Days Inn, had it crazy hot

Styrofoam cups, all I know is I get crazy, man

My partners on dust, they gon shoot up a whole stadium

(Verse 2)

I don't trust yo baby momma but we made a crazy film

And I smashed her last night on a lot of pills

And we turned her apartment to a trap house deal

And I turned her apartment to my dope house deal

(Hook)

(Verse 3)

When I jumped out the porch, I was sellin' that crack like that shit was a sport

I was runnin' through bushes, jumpin' ova fences, I got to get away from them narcs

Hey, man I can never get away from this art

They treat ya like Lord, they treat ya like God when ya beat the odds

None of my dreams was reality just a few years ago, homie was starvin'

Yes a few years ago, homie was starvin'

(Hook Variation 3 Reduced)

Bust a jug in the West End at the parkin' lot

Used to sell my crack at Days Inn, had it crazy hot

(Hook Variation)