[Chorus: Future]
What’s the fucking wrong with this nigga s
He look in the mirror, future
He kind of mirror fel more good
I don’t know what the fuck is wrong with thi nigga
We got money way long with this niggas
They gonna turn your ...when they kill youin
They brake it down they tell you all before they kill you
I don’t know what the fucking wrong with this niggas
We got money way long with this niggas
They gonna turn your ...when they kill youin
They brake it down they tell you all before they kill you
[Verse 1: Figg Panamera]
I stand back and I count money
Bust some plays and I running relax
Forty gran and I ball in back
They do it to me not doing back
Got real hitters in the frost season
Ball nigga on the simsin
Clip nigga right they won’t cliveling
Neighbor no disrespect my ghetto past like a passport
Slam up let ém pass to
Wrapping hard for that feel more
Cuz I’m a yall dog and I’m around too
Wanan raise but without down you
Part in love when they found you
No witnesses, no investigation you ain’t safe in this town
Open niggas, got eight man, pro magazine like the money gain
Double it’s caughting me, feel me with ice
And it’s caught me, and he came with no...
And he taking you life ...
Soujla are covering my eyes
I don’t make money then you doný make money
Then none of you nigga gonna get up a side
What’s the fucking wrong with this nigga s
He look in the mirror, future
He kind of mirror fel more good
I don’t know what the fuck is wrong with thi nigga
We got money way long with this niggas
They gonna turn your ...when they kill youin
They brake it down they tell you all before they kill you
I don’t know what the fucking wrong with this niggas
We got money way long with this niggas
They gonna turn your ...when they kill youin
They brake it down they tell you all before they kill you
[Verse 1: Figg Panamera]
I stand back and I count money
Bust some plays and I running relax
Forty gran and I ball in back
They do it to me not doing back
Got real hitters in the frost season
Ball nigga on the simsin
Clip nigga right they won’t cliveling
Neighbor no disrespect my ghetto past like a passport
Slam up let ém pass to
Wrapping hard for that feel more
Cuz I’m a yall dog and I’m around too
Wanan raise but without down you
Part in love when they found you
No witnesses, no investigation you ain’t safe in this town
Open niggas, got eight man, pro magazine like the money gain
Double it’s caughting me, feel me with ice
And it’s caught me, and he came with no...
And he taking you life ...
Soujla are covering my eyes
I don’t make money then you doný make money
Then none of you nigga gonna get up a side
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