Future feat. Casino - Karate Chop текст песни

[Intro:]
You know, this just some real nigga shit, a real nigga story, you know what I'm sayin'?

[Chorus: Future]
Slang a bunch of narcotics,
Pull up in the new ‘Rari,
Livin like John Gotti,
Choppin bricks like karate.
Drink a bunch of codeine,
Servin to the dope fiends,
Blowing money, stay clean,
Michael Jackson, Billie Jean.

[Verse 1: Future]
Got a Panamera round a young nigga neck,
Got a young bitch pullin up in a ‘Vette,
Smoke a lot of kush and I have a lot of sex,
Had to beat the grind up, ran up my check.
Picture nigga gettin 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, pullin up a donk.
50000 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,
Imma take a phone call, hustle everyday.

[Chorus]

[Verse 2: Future]
Whippin up a cake, just to go and snatch a Spider,
Young nigga play with keys, like a typewriter.
Al Capone, John Gotti was a nigga idol,
I was never snitchin, I can put it on the Bible.
In a four-door beamer, drivin with a rifle,
Nigga, where you at? Nigga, we go pull up on ya!
Young bitch lookin like Janet in the 80's,
We was grindin up from a tube and a baby.
Got the girl drippin wet like a Jehry curl,
Got a styrofoam cup and it's full of syrup,
Send it over from New Mexico and let me work,
I can get thirty-six for a clean shirt.

[Chorus]

[Verse 3: Casino]
Pull up, serve you in my 'Rari,
Money like I'm Frank Matthews,
Killers around me like I'm Gotti.
If I tricked you, know, I'm sorry.
I be fresh, don't need no stylist,
I be geekin on them mollies,
Sell remix, don't 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 the best deal on lean.

[Chorus]