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Future - Monsters Inc Original Lyrics

[Intro]
ATL Jacob, ATL Jacob

[Verse 1: Future]
My gang over everything, I ain't gotta think about it twice
I'm a thinker, one nighter, it was hittin', smashin' on it twice
Pussy hit, I come through, pop up at apartments, yeah
Savage shit, fuck a bitch all on the carpet, yeah
I was geekin' in the nighttime, bitch, I'm iced out, uh-huh
Real spill, I comin' through in that nitro, uh-huh
Real spill, give a nigga halo, uh-huh
Real spill, I'm still goin' after J-Lo, uh-huh
Can't go back on my word, when I was served, when I was heard
Ain't no turnin' me down when I got it on my nerve
Drip on me, I got it on me, I put in on, I'm surfin'
Take the drug money, go and drop it on the 'burb
I'm off the Earth, I go berserk, bitch, I'm the worst
I'm talkin' national, the hood on National Geographic
Cartier, the glasses, the white buff, cost at least four rackies
Super splashy, high fashion

[Chorus: Future]
Rich nigga send a blitz, ain't gon' sell my soul (Yeah)
Bitch nigga, catch ya slippin', nigga wipin' your nose (Wipe)
Rich nigga, wrist flickin' like a snowball cone
Whip the fetty, whip the dog up with IceATL
Ask my hoe, I done fell in love with Adderall
Ain't no tweetin', ain't no post, get a foreign car (Skrrt)
Treat my bitch like a ghost, yeah, I'm toxic, huh (Toxic, haha)
If she loyal, then that throat'll need an Audemars
[Interlude: Future & Ski Mask the Slump God]
Can't forget them days a nigga wake up in the trap
Every time, free my dawg, put me on the (Free my dawg, water)
Sippin' on the rrt, with that glrrt on my lap (Ayy)
ATL Jacob, he a fuckin' millionaire

[Verse 2: Ski Mask the Slump God]
Yup, yup, sipping stuck, yup, Big Gulp, double my cup, yup
Mosquito, 'cause these niggas suck, yup
Count chicken, we're gettin' the pluck, yup
I seem to have lost my fucks
Check the stats, like the soda, I crush
Like, "Why the people on my nuts?"
Neosporin, bitch, I'm always in the cut, yup
Hand Cannon like Mega, huh, this not SEGA, huh, huh
Maybach, Double Stuf, inside white like Dana, huh, huh
I could teach you somethin', they like, "What's your major?" Huh, huh
Main protagonist, I'm in that bitch like Eren Yeager, huh
Set in stone like some hieroglyphics
Startin' to flow like a damn picnic
Biggest Ski, if we talkin' legacy
Y'all niggas can't fuck with me
Tell a bitch, "Back up, don't step on my Rick”
Kung Fu Panda how a muhfucka kick
And the way that they think that they on my level, bacteria, they make me sick
So first and foremost, bitch, you can't compare to this
Big body in the way that I drive the whip, like I no longer wanna exist
I shake shit like a flinch, been hit licks like the Grinch
Y'all niggas just the benchwarmers, I can't take you serious
[Chorus: Future]
Rich nigga send a blitz, ain't gon' sell my soul (Yeah)
Bitch nigga, catch ya slippin', nigga wipin' your nose (Wipe)
Rich nigga, wrist flickin' like a snowball cone
Whip the fetty, whip the dog up with IceATL
Ask my hoe, I done fell in love with Adderall
Ain't no tweetin', ain't no post, get a foreign car (Skrrt)
Treat my bitch like a ghost, yeah, I'm toxic, huh (Toxic, haha)
If she loyal, then that throat'll need an Audemars

[Verse 3: Yeat]
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Fuckin