Wheezy, Future, Yo Gotti - Guillotine lyrics

(Wheezy outta here) yeah (yeah)
Yeah (yeah) yeah (yeah)
Yeah (yeah) yeah (yeah)

I made a bitch disappear like Houdini
She ride on me just like a new Lamborghini

Everywhere I go bitches call me a king
Count so much money gotta bring the machine
Sticks like Hibachi the one with the beam
F&N out, duckin' agency
Sleepin' on me, crank the car with no kеy
Usually I'm pourin' up exotic tea
Drinkin' on O with a bad lil' freak

Coast to coast, flippin' exotic teams
I hit your hoe in the trap with the lean
Have a hell of time whenever we link
Haulin' our way to the Philippines

Purchase ammo for my guillotine
Do what I did and I got me
Some things I ain't never seen
Pourin' it up like it's caffeine
Came out the gutter, word up to my mother
I came out the gutter to a magazine
Scraped in the field 'fore
They catchin' these stains
In the field and you know I'm not an athlete
Benjamin Franklins done got in my pockets
Done got in my veins
They done got in my pores

Rich nigga
Fucked that bitch just like I'm poor
Stars on the ceilin'
Rolls Royce on the floor
Stars on the ceilin'
Rolls Royce on the floor

I made a bitch disappear like Houdini
She ride on me just like a new Lamborghini

Everywhere I go bitches call me a king
Count so much money gotta bring the machine
Sticks like Hibachi the one with the beam
F&N out, duckin' agency
Sleepin' on me, crank the car with no key
Usually I'm pourin' up exotic tea
Drinkin' on O with a bad lil' freak

Coast to coast, flippin' exotic teams
I hit your hoe in the trap with the lean
Have a hell of time whenever we link (yeah)
Haulin' our way to the Philippines

I'm true to the game, I never been lame
I got her a Rolls truck, iced out her chain
Put dirt on my name, I knock out your brain
I'm burnin' her head in the new Mulsanne
These ain't baguette, they emerald cuts
Got a new bitch, she a bougie lil' slut
Ain't no meetin' with me unless
It's millions and up
Ain't no kickin' with me 'less
The bitch wanna fuck
Had choppers in the bando
You already know that ask about me
You know I'm somewhere where your hoe at
Turn me up, throwback
And you know it's fuck 12, gotta know that
(Your heard me)
I made that bitch disappear like Houdini
She gave me head in that new Lamborghini
You bought her Birkin, I bought the bikini
This Patek a one-of-one, you never seen it

I made a bitch disappear like Houdini
She ride on me just like a new Lamborghini

Everywhere I go bitches call me a king
Count so much money gotta bring the machine
Sticks like Hibachi the one with the beam
F&N out, duckin' agency
Sleepin' on me, crank the car with no key
Usually I'm pourin' up exotic tea
Drinkin' on O with a bad lil' freak

Coast to coast, flippin' exotic teams
I hit your hoe in the trap with the lean
Have a hell of time whenever we link
Haulin' our way to the Philippines