Future — Karate Chop

[Intro: Future] You know This just some real nigga shit, a real nigga story You know what I'm saying? This beat is so, so Metro [Chorus: Future] Slang a bunch of narcotics Pull up in a new 'Rari Living like John Gotti Chopping bricks like karate Drink a bunch of codeine Serving to the dope fiends Blowing money, stay clean Michael Jackson, Billie Jean [Verse 1: Future] Got a Panamera 'round a young nigga neck Got a young bitch pulling up in a 'Vette Smoke a lot of kush & I have a lot of sex Had to beat the grind up, ran up my check Picture nigga getting money, nigga, get back (back) Roll a blunt of chronic, nigga sell a lot of crack (crack) You can hit a nigga line, order what you want I can whip a Maserati, pulling up a donk (donk) 50 thousand on yo watch, young nigga, splurge (splurge) Pop a Ace of Spade bottle, sip a lot of syrup (syrup) Keep a young nigga workin' that'll bust a K (K) I'ma take a phone call, hustle everyday (everyday) [Chorus: Future] Ayy Slang a bunch of narcotics Pull up in a new 'Rari (Yea) Living like John Gotti (The mob) Chopping bricks like karate (Chwaaa, chwaaa) Drink a bunch of codeine (Drank) Serving to the dope fiends (They smokers) Blowing money, stay clean (Freebandz) Michael Jackson, Billie Jean [Verse 2: Future] Whipping up a cake, just to go and snatch a Spyder (Spyder) Young nigga play with keys (keys), like a type writer Al Capone, John Gotti was a nigga idol I was never snitching, I can put it on the Bible In a four-door Bimmer, driving with a rifle Nigga, where you at? (at) nigga, we gon' pull up on ya Young bitch looking like Janet in the '80s ('80s) We was grinding up from two and a baby (oh) Got the girl dripping wet like a jerry curl (curl) Got a styrofoam cup and it's full of syrup Send it over from Lil' Mexico and let me work (lets work) I can get 36 for a clean shirt (shirt) [Chorus: Future] Ayy Slang a bunch of narcotics Pull up in a new 'Rari (Yea) Living like John Gotti (The mob) Chopping bricks like karate (Chwaaa, chwaaa) Drink a bunch of codeine (Drank) Serving to the dope fiends (They smokers) Blowing money, stay clean (Freebandz) Michael Jackson, Billie Jean (Who bad?) [Verse 3: Casino] Pull up, serve you in my 'Rari Money like I'm Frank Matthews Killers around me like I'm Gotti If I tricked you, know I'm sorry I be fresh, don't need no stylist I be geeking on them Mollies Sell remix, don't sell no clean My hand like a triple beam I got workers like machine All I do is sell dreams Half my niggas serve fiends I get up and then I lean [Chorus: Future] Ayy Slang a bunch of narcotics Pull up in a new 'Rari (Yea) Living like John Gotti (The mob) Chopping bricks like karate (Chwaaa, chwaaa) Drink a bunch of codeine (Drank) Serving to the dope fiends (They smokers) Blowing money, stay clean (Freebandz) Michael Jackson, Billie Jean