Future Songs and Lyrics - Page 5

Trapped in the Sun By Future That yellow Lambo’ outside for when I trapped in the sun That green Ferrari sittin’ outside when I couldn’t make bond I gave the

HiTek Tek By Future (ATL Jacob, ATL Jacob) Freeband Gang Yeah-yeah Hi-Tech Tech, yeah-yeah Big ol’ jet, yeah-yeah Big ass TEC, yeah-yeah Big ass bitch, yeah-yeah Thick lil’ shit, yeah-yeah

Touch the Sky By Future (Southside on the track, yeah) Yeah Got the ‘Rari outside, got the Maybach outside, no lie, no lie (Got the ‘Rari outside, got the Maybach

Solitaires By Future (Wheezy outta here) Solitary diamonds, solitary jewels With a bitch that’s shinin’, lookin’ like the moon Said she wanna party, wanna let it loose Bustin’ out my

Ridin Strikers By Future Riding strikers Hotbox shit, gonna hotbox (Pluto) I’m gonna cut ’em (You got somethin’ to bring) Riding strikers good, yeah Riding strikers in the hood Riding

One of My By Future Freeband, mm Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah One of my niggas got rich off bricks One of my niggas got rich hittin’ licks One of my

Posted with Demons By Future Yeah I was tryin’ to tell you, “Be cool,” ’cause I ain’t never wanna see you goin’ through it I ain’t even have to trap

Hard to Choose One By Future Yeah, it’s Pluto Pluto (Yeah, Freebandz), you dig, you dig Yeah (Yeah, yeah) Yeah (Yeah, 808 Mafia) Yeah, yeah (Yeah, yeah) Motor in the

Trillionaire By Future I was so high out my mind, I thought I wasn’t gon’ see tomorrow Yeah Stayin’ ten toes down with my head up (Woah) Teezy on the

Harlem Shake By Future Chopper make him do the Harlem Shake (Wheezy Beats) Ayy Trap money, ayy Snow bunnies, ayy Trap money, ayy Push start, ayy Racks tall, ayy Never

Up the River By Future Yeah, yeah, I’m tryna go back in time, watch ’em freeze up I’m tryna- I’ll smoke some herb, mamacita, yeah Some things you say, I

Pray for a Key By Future Woah, woah, woah Woah, woah, woah Used to pray for a key, ask God to send me a bird Got the drop on my

Too Comfortable By Future Better not get too comfortable Bitch, don’t get too comfortable Better not get too comfortable Bitch, don’t get too comfortable Better not get too comfortable Bitch,

All Bad By Future [Lil Uzi Vert] It’s Lil Uzi Vert Let’s go Yeah (Ayy, Brandon, man, why you do that?) One, two, three, hello (Woah) I won’t never call

Outer Space Bih By Future Yeah, California ridin’, woah, woah, woah Woah, woah, woah Yeah Rocking icy watches, woah, woah, woah California ridin’, woah, woah, woah Bad lil’ hottie, woah

Accepting My Flaws By Future Was there to see all of the real raw shit, but you ain’t stay Well, I got- kept it all to myself, you know what

TYCOON by Future Starin’ at the candle Feel the pain on me, nigga, it don’t matter Got my currency exchanged, got my bands up (Wheezy outta here) I’m a ty-tycoon, that’s why they hate