Future – Fukk A Interview (Physical Version) Lyrics

Fukk A Interview (Physical Version) – Future Lyrics

Yeah

I gotta talk my shit, nigga, for a whole motherfuckin' funeral, nigga

I gotta talk my shit in another lifetime, nigga

Ski, brrt, brrt (I swear)

I ain't goin' no where

Plutoski, yeah

Yeah, yeah, Ski

Fuckin' a gangster bitch, I'm fuckin' on a gangster bitch

Ready to take a charge, bitch, she takin' a charge for me (What you gon' do?)

Bitch told me to lick it up for me, don't boss me (On God)

Range Rover, Coca-Cola, all of my hurt from you (Ride with that cougar shit)

A thousand grams on one choker, bitch got locked in choker (My pants Ksubi)

My young nigga chasin' down, shit, I call him Smoker (Woah)

Rocket, rocket

lil' bro to Street, lil' Murda 'cause he solid

We just got discovery packet, them people watchin' (On Murda)

I spent heroin on these beat, police jackin' me (Sandwich you)

They made me cocky even more, that ain't stoppin' me (Purple)

RIP to my little brother, Street, I ain't goin' to sleep

In a pair, I'm still totin', steppin' on shit for a felony

Fuck the industry, these niggas don't do nothin' but envy me (Do nothin' but envy me)

I go to any hood, I'm MVP, you an enemy (Posted up)

My lil' brother on the feds, mama just sittin' in the house with an M (What's up?)

Free all these head hunters, they ain't said nothin', I'm talkin' to them (Free my niggas)

I get money like an athlete, finna free my hood, don't go for me

Whole TD gonna blow for me, your captain ready to kill for me

These niggas wouldn't been have died, these people went out and hawkin' me (Stop it)

Ain't seen her in three years, these hoes still stalkin' me (Stalkin' me)

You can't name one of these rap niggas that's real as me (One as real as me)

My lil' doggy, get ready go, "Woo," grab the cemetery

I'm gettin' rap money now, I gettin' rap money (Woo)

The opps ain't change the trigger, they knew it's not a shot soprano

water, I trapped the trailer with broccoli (Water, water)

Why your niggas still in the street? 'Cause we street niggas (Street niggas)

Scooter was backstage at my show, servin' 'em cheese, nigga

Ran up them M's, I'm wrappin' bales, rappin' on beats, nigga (Jugg)

Over East, nigga, that's what you call an elite, nigga (Yup)

Ain't no weak, nigga, OG say that's speech, nigga (Say that shit)

Keepin' it P, nigga, five thousand, please send it (I'm so P)

Coolin' off in Eliantte, I got heat, nigga (Zone 6)

Hundred chains on, the first nigga put my hood on (Hood on)

Speak my name wrong, threw an M, we're goin' Durango (What else?)

Partners changed on me, Channel White, Hong Kong (What else?)

What? Talkin' Chinese

What? What? (What you doin'?)

What? Talkin' Chinese

What? What? What? (We gotta get out of here)

Frrt, frrt, lil' boy flippin' like Jackie Chan (Yeah, yeah)

Plane land, we don't respect the gang tailor (Lil' Mexico)

Check in line, I backed the door like fast food (We still up)

Can't sugarcoat this shit, fuck a interview