AYE SAY GANG Lyrics by Future
Pluto, yeah, Pluto, yeah (Yeah)
Pluto, yeah (Ayy, say gang)
Fifteen karat wedding ring, ain’t even married yet (Ayy, say gang)
I just bought a bad ***, I’m such a cash man (Ayy, say gang)
Countin’ up so much dog *** it look like cow *** (Ayy, say gang)
Just popped another X pill, I need to be cautious (Ayy, say gang)
Shorty want it down in her lungs, chew a *** up like gum (What up?)
Skeeted until I got numb, I was so ***, I couldn’t feel when I *** (Ayy, say gang)
Trap full of bricks and bread, came from the blocks servin’ crumbs (Yeah)
Seven dollar pull up in the slum, gotta motivate a young *** doin’ numbers
Youngin put a switch on a ***, head off, sound like a bomb (Brrt)
Slime a *** out, of course, promise I ain’t never gon’ turn on my brother
Everything goes, ain’t gotta snipe no hoes
Went through the lows, now I’m ’bout to go and cop ’em both
Cooking out the Pyrex, young *** sippin’ on Hi-Tech
Fly like a pilot, custom made Louis, all ostrich
Went and got a gaffer, ain’t have to sell my masters
Riding with a smacker, turn your little kid to a *** (What it do?)
Whole lot of cash, yeah, it barely can fit in the bag (Yeah)
Count up these bands, yeah, count up so fast they crash (Ayy)
I got these *** bombers, they ready to smash (***)
Wipe a *** nostril, wasn’t nothing but an imposter (Yeah)
Top Don Dada, so I got a bad *** roster (Yeah, yeah)
Soon as I pulled up, everybody ’round me poured up
The drink got no cut, *** around, a *** might doze off
Spot with no furniture, walk through the *** got bowls out (Yeah)
Look like a stash spot, this that one, we roll out
The one you don’t know about, she so bad she don’t need no clout
Fifteen karat wedding ring, ain’t even married yet (Hold on)
I just bought a bad ***, I’m such a cash man (Ayy, say gang)
Countin’ up so much dog *** it look like cow ***
Just popped another X pill, I need to be cautious (Ayy, say gang)
Shorty want it down in her lungs, chew a *** up like gum (What up?)
Skeeted until I got numb, I was so ***, couldn’t feel when I *** (Ayy, say gang)
Trap full of bricks and bread, ayy (Ski), came from the block servin’ crumbs (Yeah)
Seven dollar pull up in the slum, that’ll motivate ’em, young *** doin’ numbers (Ayy, say gang)
Walk outside the bank, look like a robbery now (Ayy, say)
Five thousand a pint, I’m bout to drank five thou’ (Ayy, say)
Million dollar whips and then some public housing (Ayy, say)
I can change the flow up, I got different styles (Ayy, say gang)
Took the G to seven, I’m too *** in the clouds (Ayy, say)
Forty-seven strippers tryna blow me down (Ayy, say)
Took the G to seven, I’m too *** in the clouds (Ayy, say)
Five thousand a pint, I’m bout to drank five thou’ (Ayy, say gang)
You don’t feel what I feel for me
Run this joint, baby
Run this joint, baby