Kyle, Futuristic - La La La lyrics

Yeah, I got that super duper iller
Than any nigga you know flow
Need a helmet stupid sick retarded
Kind of slow flow
These white boys show a nigga love, no homo
I need a Caucasian girl with a
Booty as big as Coco's
I go ho, I go ho, I'm going in on every track
I be moving forward, they run in circles
Like cul-de-sacs
Coldest raps, go attack, nigga
Ain't no holding back
Yeah, this ain't a game and
These lames playing Balderdash
Know the facts, I stand about five four
Handsome ass nigga and y'all boys eyesores
Walk into my room sixty pairs
Of shoes on my floor
With thirty snaps and thirty tanks and
I'm about to buy more
I said hi whore, my name is
She stopped me and said she knew it
Been following for a minute
Been loving all of the music
Looked a dude threw up the deuces
He look like he 'bout to lose it
Don't be stupid
She tryna fuck with Mr i Had To Do It
How he go so hard, how he go so hard
How he go so hard
He got the coldest bars, the coldest bars
The coldest bars

Alright well, yo, doggie, doggie, do
What the fuck y'all niggas thought? I
Don't know but it wasn't right
And I be doing this, doing this
Doing this everyday and every night
Yeah, dog, yeah, I'm cold
And if you didn't get it, well
Now you motherfuckers know
Shout out to my fucking dog
Super duper Henry here
And you know that he don't play
But he ain't got no fucking balls
But that don't mean he's fucking gay
Fur coats like everyday
And he's got that super nose
He uses it to sniff cocaine
Yeah, but I'm chilling, no, I'm chilling
Like Bob Dylan, peeling, when
Smoking that penicillin, though
KiD the realest, yo
Car sounds like Skrillex dog
And at my shows I get my
Fans hyper than gorillas, dog, yeah

The coldest bars, the coldest
Bars, the coldest bars, yeah
That's why we go so hard, we
Go, go so, go so hard, yeah

Let me be frank, y'all niggas suck
Please quit rapping, shut the fuck up
They say a nigga cocky, ya god damn skippy
Cause can't nobody stop me
Rapping ain't a hobby
You need a ticket to watch me
Put a value on ya self
I swear my lyrics is not free
Albums, mixtapes, snapbacks, tees, ringtones
Sold out shows, signing them double D's
Nigga, please
You will never be on the shit that I'm on
They call me Futuristic
So I'm in a different timezone
I call a girl to come and give
Me head until her mind's gone
She wanna fuck? I'm straight off that
She wet she needs to dry off
And that's the realest shit I ever said
Kill me if you wanna
My music here so I'm never dead
And that's the truth not a lie
How I feel about it is Futuristic or die
How he go so hard, how he go so hard
How he go so hard
He got the coldest bars, the coldest bars
The coldest bars