Future - HOLY GHOST lyrics

AT aT this some real Pluto shit, nigga
Out the muhfuckin' mud, nigga
You know what I'm saying?
Out the dirt, nigga
Out the soil of this shit
ATL Jacob, ATL Jacob yeah

Phantom like a cigarette boat
All this water on me
I was at my big truck, my wrist up
Gettin' my dick sucked
When I switch my wrist up, switch my car
Switch my bitch up every time I hit her
I broke her off then dismissed her
I been counting this paper all day
I'm getting blisters
Roadkill, every time I pop out in a new whip
Gettin' you whacked
Niggas ain't running off with my new drip
Rose set, white set, platinum set, overkill
Killed shit and the nigga ain't have
Nothing to do with it, over-drill
When you in the field and you innocent
Why you over here?
Body count, protocol, thotty count
Losing count
Swiss account, large amount, overseas
Can't pronounce
Sippin' syrup in a fur, get my dog
Walk him down details inside of the photo
My fit was twenty thou'
No miles, cashed out
Put it up by the time it hit two thou'
Surfing in Hermès
I'm the one they call Pluto-ski
Mit'ski, I just went so deep
I made her nose bleed
Lewinsky, she just gave me her
Throat inside the Rolls-y
If I OD, I'ma be on a Bentley spree
You must not know me
I gave her that dope, put her on the road
She was holy
Me and my lil' woadie gettin' it in
Japanese trend
Big top Maybach, Benz, buy 'em buy the twin
We got 'em locked in, boxed in, Glocks in
Alligator skin for my sins
I'm 'bout to win again
I know niggas craving for bodies
Ready to spin again
I get on my ten, 'bout my ends, nigga
I'm locked in made an M to a ten
Now I'm posted on the Forbes again
Only time I sell out, at the show, bitch
I'm European
Top ten, that's without that melody
It's costing
No sleep, come from out the streets
Leave you in white sheets
VIP, bitch tryna eat on me
Tryna sleep with me
Overseas, everything I'm spending
Gucci on the feet
Only see, everything this month
I bought an Onlysea
New Chanel, everything I say
These bitches oversee
Rolls key, pass the Lambo key
And the other key
Truck key, not the sedan key
That's the other key
Wiped down, cleaning my cars in the rain
I got OCD dry it off
Pouring out rain and he tryna dry it off
Slide off
I got a foreign bitch at my hideout
Real talk
Niggas ain't speaking the language I talk

Slide off
I got a foreign bitch at my hideout
Real talk
Niggas ain't speaking the language I talk