Future, Rick Ross, Birdman, French Montana - Karate Chop (RichMix) lyrics

You know this just some real nigga shit
A real nigga story, ya know what I'm sayin'?

Slang a, bunch of, nar-cotics
Pull up, in the, new, 'rarri
Livin', like, John, Gotti
Choppin', bricks, like ka rate
Drink a, bunch of, co-deine
Servin', to the, dope, fiends
Blowin', money, stay, clean
Michael, Jackson, +Billy, Jean+

Got a, Pana-mera, round a, young, nigga, neck
Got a, young, bitch, pullin', up, in a, vet
Smoke a, lot of, kush, and I, have a, lot of
Sex had to, beat the, grind, up, ran, up my
Check
Bitch, nigga, get, money, nigga, get, that
Roll a, blunt of, chronic, nigga
Sell a, lot of, crack
You can, hit a, nigga, line, order, what you
Want
I can, whoop a, Mase rati, pullin', up a
Donk
50, 000, on yo, watch, young, nigga, splurge
Pop a, Ace of, Spade, bottle, sip a, lot of
Syrup
Keep a, young, nigga, workin', gotta, buss a
Cape
I'mma, take a, phone, call, hustle, every
Day

Slang a, bunch of, nar-cotics
Pull up, in the, new, 'rarri
Livin', like, John, Gotti
Choppin', bricks, like ka rate
Drink a, bunch of, co-deine
Servin', to the, dope, fiends
Blowin', money, stay, clean
Michael, Jackson, +Billy, Jean+

HUH! Hustle like I'm Makaveli
Dollar signs tatted on my back and belly
Dollar grind, bought a line, nigga rich
Trappa money, look at what this nigga did
Type of paper, look at what this nigga got
All this cars gon make another nigga hot
Lookin for love
But do you really want a thug?
I'm talkin white cause I really got a plug

Slang a, bunch of, nar-cotics
Pull up, in the, new, 'rarri
Livin', like, John, Gotti
Choppin', bricks, like ka rate
Drink a, bunch of, co-deine
Servin', to the, dope, fiends
Blowin', money, stay, clean
Michael, Jackson, +Billy, Jean+

Money proof rich Gang swaggin'
Supermodels, poppin' bottles
Livin' on them hills
Bad bitches out'chea poppin pills
Get it, how the, fuck we, live
New whip, nigga drop another fuckin' mil
Stunnin' while we servin'
New bricks, new ships, 'nother Birdman
Stayed loyal, and we kept it real
Back against the wall on that killing field
BLAAAT'!

SKEEEET'! Uh
Ridin' in that ghost, hammer on my lap
Make enough money, bring Hammer back
Karate chopped that Miley Cyrus
Nigga, don't make me go and dress yo' stylist
Broke brick, dope fiends
Wrapped up, Daddy Yankee, +Gasoline+
Been doing shit you've never seen
Michael Jackson, strapped up, +Billy Jean+

Slang a, bunch of, nar-cotics
Pull up, in the, new, 'rarri
Livin', like, John, Gotti
Choppin', bricks, like ka rate
Drink a, bunch of, co-deine
Servin', to the, dope, fiends
Blowin', money, stay, clean
Michael, Jackson, +Billy, Jean+

Rich Gang gangstas
La familia my nigga, Future
All day, everyday
Poppin' that GT, livin' that life
Yeah, higher than we ever been, boy
One hunnid