Karate Chop

[Intro] You know, This just some real nigga shit, a real nigga story You know what I'm saying? [Hook: Future] Slang a bunch of narcotics Pull up in the new 'rrari Livin' like John Gotti Choppin' bricks like karate Drink a bunch of codeine Serve it to the dope fiends Blowin' money, stay clean Michael Jackson, Billie Jean [Verse 1: Future] Got a Panamera round a young nigga neck Got a young bitch pulling up in a 'Vette Smoke a lot of kush & I have a lot of sex Had to beat the grind up, ran up my check Picture nigga getting money, nigga get back Roll a blunt of chronic, nigga sell a lot of crack You can hit a nigga line, order what you want I can whoop a Maserati, pulling up a donk 50,000 on yo watch, young nigga splurge Pop a ace of spade bottle, sip a lot of syrup Keep a young nigga workin' that'll bust a k I'mma take a phone call, hustle everyday [Hook] [Verse 2: Future] Whipping up a cake, just to go and snatch a spider Young nigga play with ki's, like a type writer Al Capone, John Gotti was a nigga idol I was never snitching, I can put it on the Bible In a 4 door beamer, driving with a rifle Nigga where you at, nigga we go pull up on ya Young Bitch looking like Janet in the 80's We was grinding up from two and a baby Got the girl dripping wet like a jerry curl Got a styrofoam cup and its full of syrup Send it over from New Mexico & Let me Work I can get 36 for a clean shirt [Hook] [Verse 3: Casino] Pull up, serve you in my Rari' Money like Im Frank Matthews Killers around me like I'm Gotti If I tricked you, know Im sorry I be fresh dont need no stylist I be geeking on them mollies Sell remix dont sell no cleans My hand like a triple beam I got workers like machine All I do is sell dreams Half my niggas serve fiends I get up and then I lean [Hook]