Monsters Inc.

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'm comin' through in that nitro Uh-huh, real spill, give a nigga a 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 hurt 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 buffs cost at least four rackies Super splashy, high fashion [Chorus: Future] Rich nigga sendin' blicks, ain't gon' sell my soul (Yeah) Bitch nigga, catch ya slippin', nigga wipin' your nose (Wipe) Rich nigga, wrist flickin' like a snowball, cold Whip the fetty, whip the dog up with IceATL Ask my ho, 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 map (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, sip lean, 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 It's on the floor 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 sendin' blicks, ain't gon' sell my soul (Yeah) Bitch nigga, catch ya slippin', nigga wipin' your nose (Wipe) Rich nigga, wrist flickin' like a snowball, cold Whip the fetty, whip the dog up with IceATL Ask my ho, 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