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Future - Dead Freestyle Lyrics

[Intro: Future]
Yeah
Fuckin' on a IG model, when I get through, I'm kickin' her out, she dead
She dead now, shit over
Oh, yeah, yeah (ATL Jacob, ATL Jacob)
Yeah

[Chorus: Future]
Fuckin' on a IG model, when I get through, I'm kickin' her out, she dead (Dead, dead, dead, dead)
None of my opps ain't poppin' outside 'cause if they do, they dead (Dead, dead, dead, dead)
Young nigga iced out in a new drop-top, lookin' like I'm ridin' in a bobsled (Dead, dead, dead, dead)
I can't be playin' with thеse diamonds (Dead, dead)
I can't bе playin' with this money, no way (Dead, dead)

[Verse 1: Ty Dolla $ign & Lil Durk]
Ooh, yeah
My new bitch a whole mood, yeah
Top floor nights, I'm a movie
Fucked all her friends, she got two left
Ayy, in my robe, I'm the new Hef'
I'm a dog, I DM my ex
She rockin' clothes from five days ago
It's gettin' cold, you need a different coat (Brr)

[Verse 2: Lil Durk & Future]
Brodie OD'd off the Xan, I hope my bitch understand (Dead, dead, dead)
I put the switch on a ten (Dead)
This ain't no regular McLaren, Freddy (Dead, dead)
Bitch, get your feet out the bed (Dead, dead)
I'm off these drugs, I don't mean what I'm sayin'
I know a killer who forcin' my hand
Paid him in cash
Six carat earrings, don't hear what you sayin'
Fly to Saint Barts, put your feet in the sand (Dead, dead)
Why you run off and I gave you a ten? (Dead, dead)
I gave her a Lamb', might bury a Benz (Dead, dead)
Bitch, I'm a dog, I'll marry ya friend (Dead, dead)
Baccarat aura, I'm rubbin' it in (Dead, dead)
Bitch, you look poor, you don't got a man (Dead, dead)
Fuck while she sore, she be in the bed (Dead, dead)
I fuck off a Lyft and then fuck her again (Dead, dead)
Went on my live and I upped a mill'
Heard you be lyin', did you fuck her for real?
Butterfly nervous, put on Chanel
Hold up the line 'cause she posed to Amiri
She want two-hundred, I gave her a nickel
I took a pic with the switch in the mirror
[Chorus: Future]
Fuckin' on a IG model, when I get through, I'm kickin' her out, she dead (Dead, dead, dead, dead)
None of my opps ain't poppin' outside 'cause if they do, they dead (Dead, dead, dead, dead)
Young nigga iced out in a new drop-top, lookin' like I'm ridin' in a bobsled (Dead, dead, dead, dead)
I can't be playin' with these diamonds (Dead, dead)
I can't be playin' with this money, no way (Dead, dead)

[Verse 3: Future]
But I'm still in the Lamb' on a Tesla
But I'm still in the Lamb', yeah, yeah
Still goin' ham, my hitters Muslim
I'm still goin' ham, yeah, yeah
Drop 'em and hit 'em, and pull 'em, and pay 'em
Ain't with the fraud and I ain't with the scams
Tyson breakin' shit down for the fam'
Aim with no cap, but I ride with the brims
Custom interior, came with the him

[Refrain: Future]
Cook up the yay', make it jump out the gym
Cook up the yay', make it jump out the gym
Cook up the yay', make it jump out the gym
Cook up the yay', make it jump out the gym
Cook up the yay', make it jump out the gym
Cook up the yay', make it jump out the gym (Gym)
[Verse 4: Kanye West]
Twenty the new thirty, but you still thirty
Every time you fuck him, why you feel dirty?
Put you on the team, gave you a new jersey
Met you in New York, drove you to New Jersey
You don't need to work, girl, you too pretty
You know what’s comin’ next, yeah, new titties
You know what's comin' next, you gotta move with me
Found out you fucked a nigga that was cool with me
When they seen us on the 'net, yeah, dude hit me
How you ain't got no business, but you too busy?
For your homegirl got that work done, she charge two-fifty
All I ever wanted was you to be true with me
House up in the hills like Drew, with me
Same house back in school that you drew with me
We both make mistakes, but is you with me?
You know I'm crazy, but you crazy glued to me
You know I'm crazy, but you crazy glued to me
And I still keep some Jews with me
Management? Nah, I only let 'em do my jewelry
Hey, you could hold my jewels for me
She stingy with the pussy, hey, baby, why you Jew’ing me?
She stingy with the pussy, hey, baby, why you Jew’ing me?
I’m an accountant, I love countin’, maybe it's the Jew in me
I got, uh, uh, maybe it’s the Jew in me
May-maybe it’s the Jew in me
[Spoken Word: Kanye West]
All sons of Abraham, huh?
So what that mean, really, that mean like we all- we all Jew, huh
So "ish" is like that of a Jew

[Verse 5: Kanye West]
So that mean maybe, maybe, maybe, maybe, maybe we run this motherfucker, this
I’ll motherfucker this
I’ll motherfuckin’ just
Possib-ibly we run this motherfucker, this
Country’s all fuckin’, this
Country’s all–
Well, my grandma forgot
(Harmonizing)
Maybe it’s the Jew in me

[Spoken Word: Kanye West]
I don’t know, something, something in there, it’s an opportunity

[Verse 6: Kanye West]
Let me take this opportunity
Might be my last opportunity
I’m too big for y’all to kill me
Everything, you all feel me?
Y’all gon’ visit the real me
Yeah, yeah, something, wasn’t [?] me
Fuck on somethin’, y’all hear me
Everybody gon’ feel me
The whole world, they feel me
Jewelry
The whole world, they feel me
Feel me, feel me
Feel me, feel me
I know you niggas scared, I don’t blame you
I was where you was at, I was the same you
I was the fame too, worry about the fame too
Worry ‘bout what that name do, I know what that can do
I know what that fame do, I know how it controls you
I know about that bank account, I know how it holds you
Look at what your soul do, jumpin’ out my body though
Jumpin’ out my Harley though, jumpin’ out the Bugatti, hoe
Jumpin’ out a new body, yo
You [?] and I’m outta your body, yeah
Body, yeah
Body, yeah, I’m outta that
Most of these rappers don’t embody that
Like (Harmonizing), where Saudi at?
Copy that, don’t embody that
Every nigga rap is a copycat
Grrat, every nigga rap is a copycat
Grrat, every nigga rap is a copycat
Grrat, every nigga rap is a copycat
Grrat, every nigga that–, nah, I’ll copy that
Fuck your [?], fuckin’–

[Spoken Word: Kanye West]
(Laughing)
Nah, that’s it