Future, Casino - Karate Shop lyrics
Future [Nayvadius DeMun Wilburn] Atlanta, Georgia, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Future, Casino - Karate Shop lyrics]
You know this just some real nigga shit
A real nigga story you know what I'm saying?
This beat is so, so Metro
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
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 bottlе
Sip a lot of syrup (syrup)
Keep a young nigga workin' that'll bust a K
(K) i'ma take a phone call, hustle еveryday
(everyday)
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
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)
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?)
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
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
A real nigga story you know what I'm saying?
This beat is so, so Metro
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
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 bottlе
Sip a lot of syrup (syrup)
Keep a young nigga workin' that'll bust a K
(K) i'ma take a phone call, hustle еveryday
(everyday)
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
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)
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?)
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
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