Sup Mate (feat. Future)

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Yellow tape, I put that on (Yeah, yeah)
 Hold up, wait, life's great (Yeah, yeah)
 Hold up, wait, ice skate (Yeah, yeah)
 Hold up, wait, crime pay (Yeah, yeah)
 Hold up, wait, slatt, slatt (ATL Jacob, yeah, yeah)
 20 cars, matte black (Yeah, yeah)
 Surfin' at the Ritz Carlton (Yeah, yeah)
 22 pink toes (Poof, poof, yeah, yeah)
 Oxycontin what I piss
 (Yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
 Flip it to the dog like a dish
 (Yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
 Accept the loss before I quit
 (Yeah, yeah, accept the loss before I quit, yeah, yeah)
 She slept at the house, I bought her Ruth Chris
 (Yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
 What's up, mate?
 Got cake, mate (Yeah, yeah)
 Got cheese, mate, got bread, mate (Woo)
 Got cups, mate (Woo, ooh), no fucks, mate (Woo, mate)
 Give no fucks, mate (Woo, fucks, mate)
 I'm up, mate (Woo, outta shape, yeah, yeah)
 It's up, mate, I buck, mate (Yeah, yeah)
 I bleed, mate, he bled, mate (Woo, yeah, yeah)
 Got cups, mate, (Woo) no fucks, mate
 Let's fuck, mate (Woo)
 Fucked my classmate (Woo), fuck, shit, let's splash, mate (Woo)
 Or suck that shit, let's splash, hey
 Smokin' on loud, we don't fuck around with y'all
 Wanna try this shit, let me know
 We prepare first and then Columbine Trenchcoat, under a nigga's sleeve
 Wipe his nose, wipe his nose (Pussy ass nigga)
 Wipe his nose, (Slatt) wipe his nose (Wipe your nose)
 Wipe his nose, (Wipe your nose, slatt) wipe his nose (Slatt, wipe his nose)
 Wipe his nose, (Wipe your nose), wipe his nose (Yeah, yeah)
 Doubled the cups and then doubled it up and I doubled it up (Yeah, yeah)
 Jump in the Bentley
 I jump in the truck and I trucker the truck (Woo, yeah, yeah)
 Chuggin' it down
 I'm smokin' a pound, I'm fuckin' around (Yeah, yeah)
 Smokin' on loud, we don't fuck around with y'all
 What's up, mate? (Woo)
 Got the blicky, featherweight (Woo)
 Got the cash, I bake the cake, (Woo) ayy, what's brackin', mate? (Woo)
 I just sniper, mate, (Woo) chain on hydrate, mate (Woo)
 Get no sleep, mate, (Woo)
 I'm geeked, mate, pushin' weight, outta shape (Yeah, yeah)
 Red wings, red bottoms, I'm a fuckin' devil (Yeah, yeah)
 20 tennis chains on, not no Ric Flair medal (Woo, yeah, yeah)
 I done gotta run it back, you heard what
 Gunna tell 'em (Yeah, yeah)
 Put my diamonds in a bowl, that look like Fruity Pebbles
 Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
 Bitch wanna hit her a lick, yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
 Bitch wanna suck on the dick, yeah
 Bitch wanna get her a brick, yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
 Bitch wanna fuck on a bitch (Yeah)
 Bitch wanna fuck on the clique (Yeah, yeah)
 Euros on euros, I'm gettin' it (Uh)
 Step on the floor, now I'm lit (Woo)
 Wipe his nose, wipe a nose (Woo)
 Kick a door, keep the Ruger (Woo)
 Put the pole in his ho, bend her over (Woo, woo, woo)
 Then you buy that bitch a brand new Range Rover
 (Woo, woo, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
 I'm so high, all I can say is "Woo, woo, woo"
 I can't talk, I barely could say, "Woo, woo, woo"
 Count a M and count another one, ooh, ooh (Ooh)
 Fuck that shit, I enter the lotto, woo, woo (Fuck it, yeah, yeah)
 Count a half and another (Woo, woo, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
 I can never be a facade, relative
 (Woo, woo, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
 Up to the sky with my mom, brothers
 (Woo, woo, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
 They let it hit from the side, they were all cudders
 (Woo, woo, fuck it, yeah, yeah)
 Oh, okay, fuck her good, make her try voodoo
 Okay, my plug put me oh, I call him Lou Lou
 Hood nigga, pay it in full, I'm a black Jew
 What's population? I come from the trenches, we pray for a brick
 What's poppin', lady? Bitches love a nigga's accent (Woo, woo)
 Pain pills, codeine, hydro, acid (Woo, woo)
 I hang with some slimes, pullin' kick doors (Woo, woo)
 Outchea, outchea, quit your reachin' Gucci socky on my feet
 Sloppy toppy, keep it neat
 One, two, three, I got freaks
 Ooh, furr baes on fleek
 Ooh, bad and saditty
 Ooh, ass and her titties
 Ooh, that ting litty
 And my Spanish ting, she bad like J. Lo (Ooh, ooh)
 I crushed up an X pill in her asshole (Ooh, ooh)
 50 round clip, got my Draco (Ooh, ooh)
 I should, I should teach drug classes (Ooh, ooh)
 I stay on my grind, Margiela ten toes (Ooh, ooh)
 Money on my mind, I'm a nympho (Ooh, ooh)
 Ooh, ass and her titties (Ooh)
 Ooh, that ting litty (Ooh)
 Ooh, ass and her titties (Ooh)
 Ooh, that ting litty (Ooh)
 Ooh, ass and her titties (Ooh)
 Ooh, that ting litty (Ooh)
 

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Duration
03:58
Key
1
Tempo
147 BPM

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