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Future - I Hate What Happened Lyrics

[Intro]
Damn, I hate what happened to my nigga
Yeah

[Chorus]
If another rapper OD, they might try to charge me
Molly, Percs and Codeine, that shit got me godly
If another rapper OD, they might try to charge me
Percocets and Codeine, they look at me godly
If another rapper OD, they might try to charge me
Molly, Percs and Codeine, they look at me godly
Whippin' up Bugattis, now I finally got it
Speakin' on exotic, I sure got it, cop it
Talkin' 'bout a plug, gotta bring up Scooter
Doin' a lotta drugs, raised a lotta shooters
Smoke ya homie up, thеn go hit the jewellеr

[Verse 1]
Cartier's and skeleton, and I got emeralds in the cut
All my niggas convicted felons, but all I got is us
I stay down 'til I got it, right now my car interior plush
I pop champagne bottles up, but all I sip is 'Tuss
I'm a street nigga for eternity, I ain' changin' up
You know where I belong, bitch, so never bring it up
I got lots and lots of racks, I see no competitor
I can get a nigga wacked for the price of princess cuts
[Bridge]
Told me the champion of overdose
I continued to pour it up
La familia, Cosa Nostra, run a billion dollars up
Non-stop around the clock, ain' no way they gon' compete
If another rapper die, they gon' blame that shit on me

[Chorus]
If another rapper OD, they might try to charge me
Molly, Percs and Codeine, they look at me godly
Whippin' up Bugattis, now I finally got it
Speakin' on exotic, I sure got it, cop it
Talkin' 'bout a plug, gotta bring up Scooter
Doin' a lotta drugs, raised a lotta shooters
Smoke ya homie up, I was at the jeweller
We ain't gon' count it up if that shit don't make the news

[Verse 2]
Ready to score a basket
Lil' one known to up the score
Leave you stiff like a mannequin, catch ya slippin' by the store
Give 'em drugs and a address and all they know is go
I go penthouse, batshit, 'til the last floor
I keep going up, team litty, I'm the CEO
I take drugs 'til I'm intoxicated, hell on a hoe
Bust down, platinum rose gold
Give you want you want
I come through with my top off, motor in the trunk
[Post-Chorus]
If another rapper overdose, they might try to charge me
Molly, Percs and Codeine, they look at me godly
Back and fourth, ain' no back and fourth
Just catch the body
Bag it up, Che-nae-naes' and Birkiees' on a barbie
Blasé in here, cars pullin' up like a party
She comatose, 'cause the ice skatin' like hockey
Rockstar, ain't gotta talk about it, niggas poppin'
Promethazine, who told you try Promethazine and Molly?

[Outro]
If another rapper overdose, they might charge me
If another rapper overdose, they might charge me