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Future - Call Me Bart Lyrics

[Intro: Future]
Lambo', Double R
Choppa long like guitar
Choppa like a guit—, choppa like a guitar
Gang (Ayy, Brandon, man, why you do that?)
Let's go

[Chorus: Future]
Rose gold platinum Cubans, I be wearing it like it's art, huh (Woo)
Yellow diamonds on, in the trap they call me Bart, huh
Pocket full of stones and then my carats, forty pointers, huh
I done flexed so long, I'm bigger than Elvis, I got joints, uh-huh

[Post-Chorus: Future]
Diamonds on my teeth, so when you smile you see a glisten, huh
I'm on demon time, so when I step I got that stick, uh-huh
Exotics in my driveway, got a turbo with the switch, uh-huh
I might go on flyway, go to church, gettin' caught wit' your bitch, uh-huh

[Verse 1: Future]
Like in the Bay area they go dumb, they go hyphy when they slide, uh-huh
Run a nigga down, when he get tired, open up that fire, uh-huh
Gasin' on the pedal and Chane-ne know I'm a [?], uh-huh
Pitch black, blue diamonds, ain't never gon' [?] (Uh-huh)
Bitch down on my team, like she just saw her ass a 'Rari
All steppers, all criminals, young just went on a robbery
Life is like a soccer field, I kick it with a different bitch
I taught you how to cook the yayo, like you was in chemistry
Future gave you a first pill, now you ain't on no friendly shit (Pluto)
I ain't gon' dap up nobody like everybody the enemy
I wish I killed chances I took with penitentiary (Yeah)
I ain't gon' never fall, I'm standin' up 'til the finish, yeah (Gang)
[Chorus: Future]
Rose gold platinum Cubans, I be wearing it like it's art, huh (Woo)
Yellow diamonds on, in the trap they call me Bart, huh
Pocket full of stones and then my carats, forty pointers, huh
I done flexed so long, I'm bigger than Elvis, I got joints, uh-huh

[Post-Chorus: Future]
Diamonds on my teeth, so when you smile you see a glisten, huh
I'm on demon time, so when I step I got that stick, uh-huh
Exotics in my driveway, got a turbo with the switch, uh-huh
I might go on flyway, go to church, gettin' caught wit' your bitch, uh-huh

[Verse 2: Future]
These niggas contaminated and broke like a disease
Never play with my nose but I popped a bag of beans, uh
Carats on my ears, they big as a jelly bean, huh
I was in the field, cuttin' rocks up, tote magazines, uh
Route a [?] maze and I'on walk no more, I be glidin'
I just took the billion dollar meeting on a island
I met a nigga in the west end with them diamonds and I'm violent
I been sellin' dope, the police watchin' me like Iverson
Now I done crossed over, man these niggas out here filin'
All this money I'm pilin' got all these bitches wylin'
Cooked it up when it came back, I went and got my cho-cho
AR in the door and my dawg keep a .44
[Chorus: Future]
Rose gold platinum Cubans, I be wearing it like it's art, huh (Woo)
Yellow diamonds on, in the trap they call me Bart, huh
Pocket full of stones and then my carats, forty pointers, huh
I done flexed so long, I'm bigger than Elvis, I got joints, uh-huh

[Verse 3: Lil Uzi Vert]
Jumping off the stage bitch I feel like I'm Bret Hart (Bret Hart, let's go, yeah)
Automatic whip (Yeah), bitch, that's automatic start (Uh-huh, yeah)
Diamonds don't need no light (Yeah), yeah, it hit better in the dark (Uh-huh)
I just pulled up on this bitch (Woah, woah), she suck my dick apart (Let's go)
Diamonds touch my heart, yeah, water, Noah's Ark
Yellow diamonds look like Lisa, that's the sis of Bart
I mix canary's just right with the blue, yeah, my diamonds look like Marge (Marge, yeah)
Trapping just on my phone, yeah, my pockets, they be like Homer, yeah
Pull up a Glocky, that bih' got a Maggie
Stand on my money, I'm tall as a athlete
Pockets too full, yeah, them bitches too saggy (Uh)
Balenciaga with the Prada, I'm [?]
I just had yo' lil' bitch in the telly (Yeah)
On the real, yeah, I swear she was ready (Yeah)
She ain't even wanna fuck for no money (Yeah)
She fuck for a Birkin, that bitch was [?] (Yeah)

[Chorus: Future]
Rose gold platinum Cubans, I be wearing it like it's art, huh
Yellow diamonds on, in the trap they call me Bart, huh
Pocket full of stones and then my carats, forty pointers, huh
I done flexed so long, I'm bigger than Elvis, I got joints, uh-huh