Fukk A Interview versuri

Versuri Future – Fukk A Interview lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, we did it
Freedom of speech
Brother, brother, yeah, God bless
Yeah, power to the people
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, we did it

[Verse]
Bro can’t go passed the door, we out on bond on fed papers (Swear)
Paid a M off to the judge, I’m steppin’ in alligator
Fuck a hater, fuck a traitor, I’m ready to go on a caper (Fuck them niggas)
Soon as I came up off them bales, niggas was callin’ me Slater
Creepin’ in, Lil Mexico, I was servin’ dope out a hotbox
Performante hard top, I’m cookin’ white sock (What you gon’ do?)
Who havin’ Oxycontin? Who got thе whole trap hot? (Yeah)
Candy-coated, Pluto GOATеd, bitch can’t leave me (Yeah, yeah)
Fuck a skeezer, I’m jumpin’ on jet with a deezer (Jump on a jet)
Rollin’ up reefer, from the beeper, I’m achiever
So-so geeked up, I’m posted up with tweakers
Pluto was hustlin’ in elementary, nigga, before I was famous (Ski)
Pluto Presidential, blick on me just like a gangster (Yeah, yeah)
Ho know I go in my bag, ain’t got nothin’ but cash in (Ain’t got cash)
Rocky, rocky, rocky, I can buy a body (Buy a body)
ASAP, nigga, ain’t with none of the bap, nigga (ASAP)
Drug money with the older Pluto, it smell like coke now (Woo)
Lil’ bitty, local joker, I can fuck your ho now (Fuck your ho)
Got that blade on me, that’s a cutter, I’m ready to cut a nigga (Cutter)
Layin’ in the grass like a snake, I’m ready to slime a nigga (Slime)
Straight out that murder zone, I’m king and shit, on that demon shit (Niggas dying)
I can’t say no names no more, my dog got ten or more (Oh)
Cartel pullin’ up on me, I’m not the average Joe (Woah)
I was born in Zone 6, nigga, I tote my own stick (Yee)
Coolin’ off in Eliantte, I got heat, nigga (Cold)
Hundred chains on, I’m the first nigga put my hood on (Hood on)
Speak my name wrong, blew a M throwing a ring on (What else?)
Foreign, it’s change on me, China white, Hong Kong (What else?)
Wah, talkin’ Chinese, wah-wah (What you doin’?)
Wah, talkin’ Chinese, yah-yah (Yah-yah-yah)
Lil’ one flippin’, Jackie Chan (Yah-yah)
Gang land, we don’t respect the gang tat’ (Lil Mexico)
Junkies line up at the door like fast food
Can’t sugarcoat this shit, fuck a interview

[Outro]
What you doin’?
Can’t sugarcoat this shit, fuck a interview