Fukk A Interview Lyrics by Future
Yeah, we did it
Freedom of speech
Brother, brother, yeah, God bless
Yeah, power to the people
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, we did it
Bro can’t go past the door, we out on bond on fed papers (Swear)
Paid a M off to the judge, I’m steppin’ in alligator
Fuck a hater, fuck a traitor, I’m ready to go on a caper (Fuck them niggas)
Soon as I came up off them bales, niggas was callin’ me Slater
Creepin’ in, Lil Mexico, I was servin’ dope out a hotbox
Performante hard top, I’m cookin’ white sock (What you gon’ do?)
Who havin’ Oxycontin? Who got the whole trap hot? (Yeah)
Candy-coated, Pluto GOATed, bitch can’t leave me (Yeah, yeah)
Fuck a skeezer, I’m jumpin’ on jet with a deezer (Jump on a jet)
Rollin’ up reefer, from the beeper, I’m achiever
So-so geeked up, I’m posted up with tweakers
Pluto was hustlin’ in elementary, nigga, before I was famous (Ski)
Pluto Presidential, blick on me just like a gangster (Yeah, yeah)
Ho know I go in my bag, ain’t got nothin’ but cash in (Ain’t got cash)
Rocky, rocky, rocky, I can buy a body (Buy a body)
ASAP, nigga, ain’t with none of the bap, nigga (ASAP)
Drug money with the older Pluto, it smell like coke now (Woo)
Lil’ bitty, local joker, I can fuck your ho now (Fuck your ho)
Got that blade on me, that’s a cutter, I’m ready to cut a nigga (Cutter)
Layin’ in the grass like a snake, I’m ready to slime a nigga (Slime)
Straight out that murder zone, I’m king and shit, on that demon shit (Niggas dying)
I can’t say no names no more, my dog got ten or more (Oh)
Cartel pullin’ up on me, I’m not the average Joe (Woah)
I was born in Zone 6, nigga, I tote my own stick (Yee)
Coolin’ off in Eliantte, I got heat, nigga (Cold)
Hundred chains on, I’m the first nigga put my hood on (Hood on)
Speak my name wrong, blew a M throwing a ring on (What else?)
Foreign, it’s change on me, China white, Hong Kong (What else?)
Wah, talkin’ Chinese, wah-wah (What you doin’?)
Wah, talkin’ Chinese, yah-yah (Yah-yah-yah)
Lil’ one flippin’, Jackie Chan (Yah-yah)
Gang land, we don’t respect the gang tat’ (Lil Mexico)
Junkies line up at the door like fast food
Can’t sugarcoat this shit, fuck a interview
What you doin’?
Can’t sugarcoat this shit, fuck a interview
