They keep talkin’, talkin’ ’bout drugs
‘Bout to pop one now
I just cashed out on two-door Maybach
Who talkin’ now? I just fucked up me a check
Bitch, I’m ballin’ out
I just fucked up me a check
Bitch, I’m ballin’ out
I just fucked up me a check
Bitch, I’m ballin’ out
I just fucked up me a check
I just fucked up me a check
[Verse 2]
They keep talkin’ ’bout, talkin’ ’bout racks
‘Bout to pop one now
Most of these niggas all whack
They ’bout to get knocked off now
I done went way past the quota
Shit, I lost account, yeah
Pulled up, turbo on a motor
It was unannounced
Make the Forbes’ once again
The talk of the town
I got Snow White on the seat
Shit, I’m droppin’ it down
I put good dope on this beat
I’m ’bout to take some now
They keep talkin’ ’bout, talkin’ ’bout jewelry
‘Bout to buy some now
[Chorus]
I get to these racks consistently
Who gon’ stop me now? You can keep the receipt
I can dap up Curry sittin’ in my seat, yeah
I give her allowance three times a week, yeah
I’m out your league, yeah
[Chorus]
I get to these racks consistently
Who gon’ stop me now? [Intro]
Pluto
If young Metro don’t trust you, I’m gon’ shoot you
[Chorus]
I get to these racks consistently
Who gon’ stop me now? They keep talkin’, talkin’ ’bout drugs
‘Bout to pop one now
I just cashed out on two-door Maybach
Who talkin’ now? I just fucked up me a check
Bitch, I’m ballin’ out
[Verse 1]
I put a pool on top of the penthouse
You can see me now
I’m still high from the day before
‘Bout to re-up now
Nigga was broke some years ago
Fuck around, lose a cap
Had the stewardess on the PJ
And she chewed me out
I was always in some shit
Nigga, look at me now
These bitches will have me lookin’ bad
Tryna air me out
Then I gave that bitch some cash
Over a fair amount
Ain’t gon’ never trust a bitch
Who can’t close they mouth
[Chorus]
I get to these racks consistently
Who gon’ stop me now? They keep talkin’, talkin’ ’bout drugs
‘Bout to pop one now
I just cashed out on two-door Maybach
Who talkin’ now? They keep talkin’, talkin’ ’bout drugs
‘Bout to pop one now
I just cashed out on two-door Maybach
Who talkin’ now? I just fucked up me a check
Bitch, I’m ballin’ out
I just fucked up me a check
Bitch, I’m ballin’ out
I just fucked up me a check
Bitch, I’m ballin’ out
I just fucked up me a check
I just fucked up me a check
[Verse 3]
Get, get your money, get your weight up
Just like a shark, dog get ate up
I been told, another demeanor
I been frozen, another demeanor
Got more lights than a arena
Hit ’em on sight for the subpoena
Pull, pull up [?]
What’s the total? I just fucked up me a check
Bitch, I’m ballin’ out
I just fucked up me a check
Bitch, I’m ballin’ out
I just fucked up me a check
Bitch, I’m ballin’ out
I just fucked up me a check
I just fucked up me a check

You can keep the receipt
I can dap up Curry sittin’ in my seat, yeah
I give her allowance three times a week, yeah
I’m out your league, yeah
[Chorus]
I get to these racks consistently
Who gon’ stop me now? I just fucked up me a check
Bitch, I’m ballin’ out
I just fucked up me a check
Bitch, I’m ballin’ out
I just fucked up me a check
Bitch, I’m ballin’ out
I just fucked up me a check
I just fucked up me a check
[Verse 3]
Get, get your money, get your weight up
Just like a shark, dog get ate up
I been told, another demeanor
I been frozen, another demeanor
Got more lights than a arena
Hit ’em on sight for the subpoena
Pull, pull up [?]
What’s the total? They keep talkin’, talkin’ ’bout drugs
‘Bout to pop one now
I just cashed out on two-door Maybach
Who talkin’ now? I just fucked up me a check
Bitch, I’m ballin’ out
I just fucked up me a check
Bitch, I’m ballin’ out
I just fucked up me a check
Bitch, I’m ballin’ out
I just fucked up me a check
I just fucked up me a check I just fucked up me a check
Bitch, I’m ballin’ out
I just fucked up me a check
Bitch, I’m ballin’ out
I just fucked up me a check
Bitch, I’m ballin’ out
I just fucked up me a check
I just fucked up me a check
[Verse 2]
They keep talkin’ ’bout, talkin’ ’bout racks
‘Bout to pop one now
Most of these niggas all whack
They ’bout to get knocked off now
I done went way past the quota
Shit, I lost account, yeah
Pulled up, turbo on a motor
It was unannounced
Make the Forbes’ once again
The talk of the town
I got Snow White on the seat
Shit, I’m droppin’ it down
I put good dope on this beat
I’m ’bout to take some now
They keep talkin’ ’bout, talkin’ ’bout jewelry
‘Bout to buy some now
[Chorus]
I get to these racks consistently
Who gon’ stop me now? They keep talkin’, talkin’ ’bout drugs
‘Bout to pop one now
I just cashed out on two-door Maybach
Who talkin’ now? I just fucked up me a check
Bitch, I’m ballin’ out
[Verse 1]
I put a pool on top of the penthouse
You can see me now
I’m still high from the day before
‘Bout to re-up now
Nigga was broke some years ago
Fuck around, lose a cap
Had this lil bitch on a PJ
And she chewed me out
I was always in some shit
Nigga, look at me now
These bitches will have me lookin’ bad
Tryna air me out
Then I gave that bitch some cash
Over a fair amount
Ain’t gon’ never trust a bitch
Who can’t close they mouth
[Chorus]
I get to these racks consistently
Who gon’ stop me now? They keep talkin’, talkin’ ’bout drugs
‘Bout to pop one now
I just cashed out on two-door Maybach
Who talkin’ now? [Intro]
Pluto
If young Metro don’t trust you, I’m gon’ shoot you
[Chorus]
I get to these racks consistently
Who gon’ stop me now? They keep talkin’, talkin’ ’bout drugs
‘Bout to pop one now
I just cashed out on two-door Maybach
Who talkin’ now?

[Chorus (x7)]
It’s Futuristic or die, nigga

[Verse 1]
Futuristic or die, no lie
Nigga fuck with the gang or get hanged by your own tie
Skydive with no parachute
I dare a nigga or his crew to ever say he so fly
Did it by myself, know why?
Independent nigga with a really cold mind
Hit the goal line
When it’s showtime I show out, it’s sold out
Lyrics, everybody knows mine
Snow White don’t kiss hoes just bros
Niggas couldn’t see me even if they on they tiptoes
Crisp flow so cold that my lips froze
Never took shortcuts, niggas using CliffsNotes
Been broke for a minute should forget it
I’m living off of this music, I swear to God I’m a young Sean
WTF gang apparel had a Rocawear so I said I’m never sporting Sean John
Get it, got it, good
I ain’t in the hood
I’m riding around and I’m getting it with white friends
They see the kid, reckon that’s what I did
I swear that I get it in til the motherfucking night end
5’5 but I’m 9’6
Kids looking up to me because they see how I rhyme with it
I took my time perfected my only passion
No spazzing when I be rapping man I’m so out of my mind with it
I be going berzerk
Ya’ll suck, I bet your knees hurt
Like teen mom’s you’re so dumb
I’ve seen your ass with [?]
Could you get any weaker?
I kill shit and don’t try
It’s Futuristic or bungee jump with dental floss and die

[Chorus (x7)]
It’s Futuristic or die, nigga

[Verse 2]
It’s Futuristic or OD
I am not your homie, nigga
The one and only so please don’t act like you know me
I’m the truth you ain’t nothing but a phony nigga
You say you cold bro show me, nigga
Your chick wanna blow me, nigga
I’ve been rising from the bottom I got ‘em
I be the hottest on top you below me, nigga
Ya’ll cracking me up
I try not to say shit
All I do is let my damn talent show
You on stage with a whole bunch of lames cuffing the mic looking like a high school talent show
Let my talent grow
I’m the one taking these hits ain’t that a bitch
Fuck the nigga who made it, most underrated
No debating, I’m slaying your operation
You so famous and I ain’t even made it, nigga
I’m not hating or maybe I am
There’s some things I just don’t understand
Elementary lyrics that you be spitting I’m not really feeling
So please tell me how the fuck you got fans
I was in the band crowd surfing in the stands
You rapping about the liquor and moving a couple grams
But I’m rapping about my life on this mic
How I do so nice so I can take care of all of my fam, nigga
Futuristic that young dude that’s making moves without a thing to lose
Pay my dues and I bang a thing or two in this fucking booth
That’s all I do
Ask about it in the future that’s all I knew
See the benefits but I do it all for you
Or die be the line and all that’s true

[Chorus (x7)]
It’s Futuristic or die, nigga