That Range Rover Came With Steps feat. Future,Yo Gotti

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Fuck! Fuckin' lawsuits nigga We the Best Music! Murder rate, murder rap nigga Real shit, Pluto Grants, Jacksons, Franklins, got 'em DJ Khaled! Fucked the DA on my way here I made some millions on my way here nigga I seen your comment on my way here I laughed my ass off on my way here nigga Bentayga with the brain bust open That new Mulsanne got the brain bust open Play them racks like Jimi Hendrix on the guitar Load my gun, cock it back and then I push start I can't name how many times they tried to clone me I can't name all the names that tried to clone me This dirty money help me see the double Sidity thots, know they ain't forever My trials and tribulations playing out on blogs Spend three hundred thousand or better, that's on all the cars The Maybach park itself, nigga That Range Rover came with steps, nigga Electric tables in the back, I'm eating filet mignon He been 44'n all year, I put that Rollie on Trapping good all year, put the Rollie on They parading in the streets, you gotta keep a drum Say a prayer for my young nigga, know he dumb The murder rate going up nigga I done ran this check up nigga Get hit up from the neck up nigga, yeah The Goyard looking like a graveyard Murder money, I'm in love with murder money Old friends of me turned into my enemy My money and fame changes niggas into enemies All my hard work and lonely nights no sympathy Want to send a hit but too far in the industry I feel your energy, I know you niggas envy me They rep the gang that bangin' it out in penitentiary I watch the shit come out your mouth and it's finicky I'm tryna love you but I doubt I'll scream infinity With these billions on my mind, it's hard to be cohesive Gettin' that A-Rod money like I hit the needle Keep a Spanish mamacita like a Fanta liter And I gave 'em all dope and they pissed off Got my lil Haiti babies waiting so they can wack ya I got my Memphis Ten niggas waiting to jack ya I got some DC niggas waiting to kidnap ya I got the clappers, finessers and the trappers Before the rap change, you gotta go dap em Don't forget to look at niggas when they after ya I told Future I can see the future Told my bitch I love you 'fore I knew you I know I'm blessed nigga, hallelujah (I'm grateful) And if you diss me then I might shoot ya (brrrrt) You don't fuck with me, the feeling mutual (fuck you) Half these rap niggas owe they jeweler (fuck 'em) I was selling keys to success I was coppin' keys outta Texas New Wraith with the stars in it New Porsche, condo, living room cars in it Ace of Spades with the Percocet and bars in it Young shooters, real soldiers put they heart in it Let's talk 'bout all this money we make and all these niggas they hatin' Let's talk 'bout runnin' that bag up fast 'cause we ain't got no patience Let's talk 'bout poppin' strips and Xans like we're patients And them fed's allegations will have you pacin' Million dollar dope boy, I gotta be grateful You tryna get that 100 mil', I'ma race you Dope boy, I ain't never wanna be a rap nigga Billboard reporter LA Reid just signed a trap nigga New York Times read Jay Z just signed a trap nigga Kitchen like it's Thursday, you heard? Might bring it back nigga You fuckin' the money up if I'm being honest Gotta be grateful, I never break the promise, I know my plug love me I know my bitch hate me, I heard my hood salty I tried to tell 'em it ain't my fault, it's just my blessings called me But since they hatin' on an nigga I'ma keep ballin' And I ain't textin' that bitch back because she keep stallin' If she ain't fuckin' first night then she just miss her callin' Fuck a plea, I'm goin' to trial, poker face, I'm all in Patek Philippe, AP, 40 mil', I'm all in Plug hit my line I act like I ain't see 'em callin' I worked so hard for mine I'm tryna get some free bands I'm the king of the city, my house Graceland No respect for rappers, they respect the coke man That's why your favorite rapper actin' like the dope man nigga