Guillotine Wheezy (Ft. Future & Yo Gotti)

[Intro: Future]
(Wheezy outta here)
Yeah (Yeah)
Yeah (Yeah)
Yeah (Yeah)
Yeah (Yeah)
Yeah (Yeah)

[Chorus: Future]
I made a bitch disappear like Houdini
She ride on me just like a new Lamborghini
Took a few links out the Rolex, I feel like a god, [in these yeezys?]
Everywhere I go bitches call me a king
Count so much money gotta bring the machine
Sticks like Hibachi the one with the beam
F&N out, duckin' agency
Sleepin' on me, crank the car with no kеy
Usually I'm pourin' up exotic tea
Drinkin' on oil with a bad lil' freak
Trappin' [in thеre and?] got the white and green
Coast to coast, flippin' exotic teams
I hit your hoe in the trap with the lean
Have a hell of time whenever we link
Haulin' our way to the Philippines

[Verse 1: Future]
Purchase ammo for my guillotine
Do what I did and I got me some things I ain't never seen
Pourin' it up like it's caffeine
Came out the gutter, word up to my mother
I came out the gutter to a magazine
Scraped in the field 'fore they catchin' these stains
In the field and you know I'm not an athlete
Benjamin Franklins done got in my pockets, done got in my veins, they done got in my pores
Surf in Australia, surf in America, surf in [the Stella long?], surf in Dior
Rich nigga, fucked that bitch just like I'm poor
Stars on the ceilin', Rolls Royce on the floor
Stars on the ceilin', Rolls Royce on the floor