Futurama Lyrics by BabyTron & FSDaBender
I was just playing, I was just playing man, you feel me?
Wipe your ass, boy, ShittyBoyz, Dog *** Militia, long live $cam, R.I.P. Chris
Huh, it ain’t what you say, it’s how you say it
Huh, it ain’t what you spray, it’s how you spray it
Huh, it ain’t what you play, it’s how you play it
Off of M523, I’m turning super saiyan
We a bounce out of Granny V, the Uber plan
Dog still ain’t got no wheels, I’ma call him Uberman
Yo *** blew me down, she a super fan
I can do the purple ***, but I can’t do the pants
The bud, not a Futurama, I’m with Bender now
We made it out to Chase Coolby size defender bent
Why you think I’m wearing skirts, ***? I’m selling meds
Put the Crocs in sports mode, then go bend again
I’m with Beena 40, that’s 100 milligrams
And the thing changed from school, boy, you still a ham
I can’t bring Fuzz out the crib, he might *** a fan
They just want a picture, I just want a billion
Matter of fact, scratch that, I think I want a tree
Today I woke up like, ***, rap, let’s go catch a clip
I had a label, asked what I need to sign, I said a couple of years
I got a Jitsick Gawk with a switch on it, it looks future-round
Bounce out, mini-micro drag, and get straight to biggest
This *** tripped and felt like I got so happy that I started
We shot 40 shots with just two switches in less than a minute.
And I ran up dog *** with my rapper friends This *** he back and stingy with the cutie and my pay the cracker And hang with all shi niggas Joe my cracker friend The Jals took all my killers from my Sissy back again I gave her weak *** I hope she let me *** again
And the next time I’m poppin’ K930s and break her mattress
And I’m still in love with my *** school crush, her name is Madison
Her last name Freeman, I seen her suckin’ right here with *** in the stairwell, I couldn’t believe it
She suck ***, her eyes roll to the back of her head, she a demon
And when I take ***, I get horny, I might eat it
I ain’t citrus and send me two hours, *** I’m peeing
Free my baby ghost, I was with him when the Marshalls caught him
Touchdown and ramble hell, you know I’m Marshall, *** him
On 8 Mile and a lamb, they think it’s Marshall, man
I’m 500, thou went on Dodge, I’m finna start a plan
Before I ever seen a booth, I was crackin’ cars
EMV and MSR, I was jammin’ hard
Thank God for air tags, we gon’ track his car
Sick as hell, they made airbags, we made him crash his car
He shoulda died, his mama shoulda cried
It’s the wipe your ass, boys
Every sketch, you better do it like your last boy
Or that’s your ass, boy
Off the Ava Shroom’s blastin’ off like a ***
I’m off a K930 with the pencils, I can attach it
We dropped 43 shots hitting 18 times.
That’s the last one.
I got Glock 26 with no switch.
I need an ass handle.
Lately, I’ve been off time trying to ***.
I need to rap more.
