Word to My Muva (feat. Chubbie Baby) - Future

Bitch I'm bout my word No excuses yeah I get the job done Bitch I'm bout my word No one really cares where you're from Bitch I'm bout my word Execute it yeah I do bitch I'm ruthless Bitch I'm bout my word Best believe Imma find out what the truth is Bitch I'm bout my word No excuses yeah I get the job done Bitch I'm bout my word No one really cares where you're from Bitch I'm bout my word Execute it yeah I do bitch I'm ruthless Bitch I'm bout my word Best believe Imma find out what the truth is It started in the 8th grade Homie had a fake made Always tryna get paid Then I found them eighths mane I been trying to take aim I'm not tryna get played I was wondering a second now I'm tryna get sum change I been destined for greatness I been destined for hell Smoked a cig in the matrix and then I smoked it in jail You ignorin' my texts and finessin' my friends You get burnt like a candle that's lit at both ends I spit gold like the goose We flip dem eggs like birds At the store you peruse I buy everything on Earth Yeah I'm all about solutions I don't need more problems I don't need to take breaks I won't be recommendin' no more jobs fam Oh my God man This shit is God's plan On God fam Level your debts to get my respect Cuz we both know yo words ain't cashin' your checks Bitch I'm bout my word No excuses yeah I get the job done Bitch I'm bout my word No one really cares where you're from Bitch I'm bout my word Execute it yeah I do bitch I'm ruthless Bitch I'm bout my word Best believe Imma find out what the truth is Bitch I'm bout my word No excuses yeah I get the job done Bitch I'm bout my word No one really cares where you're from Bitch I'm bout my word Execute it yeah I do bitch I'm ruthless Bitch I'm bout my word Best believe Imma find out what the truth is

(We Global now) Word on the street, they got a lil' bitty hit out Really run Atlanta, I can make a nigga get out If anything, I have more respect for you bitches Nigga, you a bitch, we don't shoot and miss (nah) Glock-19 unfold and it spit out Double R underneath the door when I get out Clutchin' on my fans, had to tell lil' bro to chill out How the fuck your whole gang down the road and you still out? Undercover rat, pussy nigga, you a sellout Every show, I get either packed or it sell out I been ballin' hard, you on the bench, you gotta sit out Know a nigga mad, he can't even put a hit out Middle of the winter, drop top with a mink on Bad lil' vibe, yeah, she say that's her theme song I done made a whole million dollars off a flip phone No Soulja Boy, that bitch ain't even have a ringtone Skinny Mike Amiris like I skate We just fuck around, we don't date I went straight up there to Mars, so they hate And I got a lot of cars, they all up to date I was at the bottom, literally I was boxed in Then I took off, I ain't have no other option I was too gone, now a nigga just pop shit I was in Japan, buyin' drip and blowin' yen Call overseas, tell them youngins to spin again I don't throw rocks and hide my hand 'cause I'm a man Million cash in the book bag, I'm a big dog Threw my shot at any nigga, bitch, I think I'm Chris Paul Sippin' all these meds, nigga gotta be throwed off I was gettin' head, fucked around, and I dozed off Rolls-Royce truck, crank it and let the nose out Everything I said, I went did it, boy, I'm the chosen child Skinny Mike Amiris like I skate We just fuck around, we don't date I went straight up there to Mars, so they hate And I got a lot of cars, they all up to date I was at the bottom, literally I was boxed in Then I took off, I ain't have no other option I was too gone, now a nigga just pop shit I was in Japan, buyin' drip and blowin' yen Safe deposit boxes on fleek And my bank account, I don't touch it, I'ma get it out the street Got your vibe all on my drip, she say you cheap And she know I'm havin' money, buy her titties, ass, and teeth Catchin' three flights every day, the only time I get some sleep Kept it real, and they be cappin', really you can't compete I spend it all on bullets, niggas don't wanna beef Got a D-boy swag, pull up SRT I ain't playin' with nobody, nobody gon' play with me Got a driver for my car, he take me from A to Z Got some homies on the yard I probably'll never see If the money was the issue I promise they'd be free They was sleepin' on me bad, they fucked around, woke up a beast Switch it up, I went romantic, took my shawty out to Greece Every city that I go to, gotta link up with the street I'm too humble for 'em, guess that's why they thinkin' I was sweet Skinny Mike Amiris like I skate We just fuck around, we don't date I went straight up there to Mars, so they hate And I got a lot of cars, they all up to date I was at the bottom, literally I was boxed in Then I took off, I ain't have no other option I was too gone, now a nigga just pop shit I was in Japan, buyin' drip and blowin' yen

I serve the base, I serve the base I serve the base, I serve the base I serve the base, I serve the base I serve the base, I serve the base You would fuck a rich niggas for the fame, won't you? You would give that pussy up to a lame, won't you? Like a old school, I re-did the frame on you I got my old shooters with me and they land on you Word to them niggas at the six A whole lotta lean, my nutrition They should've told ya I had the drank on me They should've told ya I brought the bank with me They should've told ya I keep that molly on me They should've told ya I got that stick with me You the one who duckin' from a drive by My niggas unemployed sellin' pot pies I serve the base, I serve the base I serve the base, I serve the base I keep a shooter with me like Malone I fucked around and did it on my own Come and fuck with me baby, I'm a franchise Molly and them xans got me aggravated The hundreds and 'em fifties, get 'em separated Put them hundreds and them hundreds, yeah we segregated They tryna take the soul out me They tryna take my confidence and they know I'm cocky Fuck another interview, I'm done with it I don't give a fuck about a ho, I let a young hit it I play the games of the thrones with you I can't change, I was God-given Tryna make a pop star and they made a monster I'm posted with my niggas, let the champagne flow A nigga was depressed now my mind back healthy A product of them roach in 'em ashtrays I inhale the love on a bad day Baptized inside purple Actavis They should've told you I was on the pill They should've told you I was on the Lear I serve cocaine in some Reeboks I'm full of so much chronic, need a detox I serve the base, I serve the base I serve the base, I serve the base They should've told you I'm was just a trap nigga I'm in the white house shootin' crack niggas I gave up on my conscience gotta live with it This remind me when I had nightmares These bitches wanna be here, they'll be right here They should've told you I'm was just a trap nigga They should've told you I was gon' lap niggas They should've told you I was overseas Say your last words, can't breathe They sent the ghetto bird out to peep me They finally did admit it, I was cloned Because I was ambitious, now I'm on Five in the mornin' on the corner rollin' stones I just work for money, I count it on my own, fuck They should've told you I was on the pill They should've told you I was on the Lear I serve cocaine and some Reebok I full of soo much chronic, need a detox I serve the base, I serve the base I serve the base, I serve the base You the one who duckin' from a drive by My niggas unemployed sellin' Popeyes