Correction Paroles Undefeated par Future

Featuring(s) : Lil Keed

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I got that tool when I walk out that door
Got some head in the coupe and let off in her nose
I got some bougie shit holdin' my chopper
I got some bougie shit doin' my chores
I got that bougie shit loadin' my Glock
I got that bougie shit foldin' my clothes

Ayy, I got that Glock on the seat, ayy
Next to that chop on the seat, ayy
Come up too close and I'm tweakin', ayy
Come up too close and I'm tweakin', ayy
I got some blood on my sneakers, ayy
I just shot cum on a freak, ayy
I just shot cum on a freak, ayy
I just shot cum on a freak

[Future]
Two loaded guns, I got double the shells
Count all the blue when I'm in the Chanel
Chop in the coupe and I move like a snail
You can smell all type of kush in the air
Supply and demand and you movin' them bales
You keepin' that paper, it's hot on your trail
Shootin' the laser, yeah
Fresh in the blazer, yeah
Wrist like a glacier, yeah
Sharp as a razor, yeah
Big as a mayor, yeah
Hook her and slay her, yeah
Trips for the player, yeah
I do not eat her, yeah
I'm undefeated, yeah
It's therapeutic, yeah

I got that tool when I walk out that door
Got some head in the coupe and I let off in her nose
I got some bougie shit holdin' my chopper
I got some bougie shit doin' my chores
I got that bougie shit loadin' my Glock
I got that bougie shit foldin' my clothes

[Future]
Load some vibes, they meet at the dock
Hand on that fire when I'm whippin' the block
Family gon' die when it come to the boss
Spray at the five when you hear the exhaust
Count so much money, it got me exhausted
I was in the dungeon before takin' off
Stay in the streets and I'm breakin' the law
Hang on that corner and they sendin' that boy
You come with them dollars, you come for the boy
Came with the style, this drip isn't a sport

Ayy, I got that Glock on the seat
Next to that chop on the seat, ayy
Come up too close and I'm tweakin', ayy
Come up too close and I'm tweakin'

[Lil Keed]
I got that bougie shit foldin' my clothes
I got that bougie shit totin' a pole
I grant that wish like a Cosmo
Bentley truck, not a Tahoe
Finish out a thousand or more
Headshot, put the cash on your folks
Gucci socks, Chanel, too
Big slime bringin' all the hoes
Yeah, baby, I'm thuggin', I don't know about you
Yeah, John Wick, shooter, yeah they killin', ooh
Yes, I'm a big deal, pocket full of blues
'Leven hundred for the pant, 'leven for the shoes
Christian Dior, Cuban link, Honolulu
You are not with it
You niggas tellin'
I seen on television
Yeah, I send 'em some racks
He gon' wrap it and mail it
Yeah, I sent the ho home
She was actin' too petty

[Future]
When she approve, slip off the shoes
It be so cool, sit by the pool
Who got the tool? Give me the tool
If you gon' snooze, then you gon' lose
Shoot at the fool, the Winnie the Pooh
Put it on cruise, makin' her drool
Makin' the news, makin' the news
Scratchin' her mouth, makin' the news

[Future]
I'm undefeated, yeah
I'm undefeated, yeah

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