La La La

Yeah, I got that super duper iller than any nigga you know flow

Need a helmet stupid sick retarded kind of slow flow

These white boys show a nigga love, no homo

I need a Caucasian girl with a booty as big as Coco's

I go ho, I go ho, I'm going in on every track

I be moving forward, they run in circles, like cul-de-sacs

Coldest raps, go attack, nigga, ain't no holding back

Yeah, this ain't a game and these lames playing balderdash

Know the facts, I stand about five four

Handsome ass nigga and y'all boys eyesores

Walk into my room sixty pairs of shoes on my floor

With thirty snaps and thirty tanks and I'm about to buy more

I said hi whore, my name is, she stopped me and said she knew it

Been following for a minute, been loving all of the music

Looked a dude threw up the deuces, he look like he 'bout to lose it

Don't be stupid, she tryna fuck with Mr. I Had To Do It

How he go so hard, how he go so hard, how he go so hard

He got the coldest bars, the coldest bars, the coldest bars

Alright well, yo, doggie, doggie, do

What the fuck y'all niggas thought? I don't know but it wasn't right

And I be doing this, doing this, doing this everyday and every night

Yeah, dog, yeah, I'm cold

And if you didn't get it, well, now you motherfuckers know

Shout out to my fucking dog, super duper Henry here

And you know that he don't play, but he ain't got no fucking balls

But that don't mean he's fucking gay, fur coats like everyday

And he's got that super nose, he uses it to sniff cocaine

Yeah, but I'm chilling, no, I'm chilling

Like Bob Dylan, peeling, when smoking that penicillin, though

K.I.D the realest, yo, car sounds like Skrillex dog

And at my shows I get my fans hyper than gorillas, dog, yeah

The coldest bars, the coldest bars, the coldest bars, yeah

That's why we go so hard, we go, go so, go so hard, yeah

Let me be frank, y'all niggas suck

Please quit rapping, shut the fuck up

They say a nigga cocky, ya God damn skippy

Cause can't nobody stop me

Rapping ain't a hobby, you need a ticket to watch me

Put a value on ya self, I swear my lyrics is not free

Albums, mixtapes, snapbacks, tees, ringtones

Sold out shows, signing them double D's

Nigga, please, you will never be on the shit that I'm on

They call me Futuristic, so I'm in a different timezone

I call a girl to come and give me head until her mind's gone

She wanna fuck? I'm straight off that, she wet she needs to dry off

And that's the realest shit I ever said

Kill me if you wanna, my music here so I'm never dead

And that's the truth not a lie, how I feel about it is Futuristic or die