Guess Future songs by his lyrics

Percocets ('Cets), molly, Percocets (Percocets) Chase a check (Chase it), never chase a bitch (Don't chase no bitches)

Wake up, take a sip of Ace of Spade like it's water I been on the molly and them Xans with your daughter

Dirty soda in a Styrofoam (Yee) Spend a day to get my mind blown (Mind blown)

Get you Gucci on sight, yeah, Rollies on ice, yeah Get first class flights, yeah, ride it like a bike, yeah

Money real long, big as King Kong when you make the trap go jump Yellow wrist stones, canary yellow stones, I'm putting on that stuff

I just fucked your bitch in some Gucci flip flops I just had some bitches and I made 'em lip lock

Pour that bubbly Drink that muddy, drink is muddy when we covered in it

Told my bitch to find us a bitch we can fuck on together tomorrow Fuckin' my wrist up, fuckin' a brick up, yeah, go'n and hop on the charter

Four or five hoes, stuff 'em in a Lamborghini, yeah Swapped out a Pocahontas, go and get a genie

Took a shot of Henny, I've been going brazy, brazy They say my whole hood got it under investigation

Won't get a response from me, ain't no confessions Before I tell a lie, won't tell you nothin'

Forty thou' to a hundred thou' Hundred thou', another hundred thou'

G5 the flight, n****, can't even see me I'm way outta here, I'm too far in the sky

Gutter nigga 'til the dirt, Margiela my fur Almost overdosin' on Percs, Wakin' up, drinkin' that syrup

You can fuck on him as long as you think about me In the other room, on the phone, you was texting me

I get mad zooted, I got this bad thing I recruited My passion is a movie, I say fuck her 'cause I screwed her

It's gon' be okay, okay, oh, it's gon' be okay Real hard, nigga, we don't play, but you gon' be okay

Permanent issues got me thinkin' outside the box They was sayin' I was cocky, I don't feel like I'm cocky enough

I've been tryna fight my demons, I've been tryna fight my cup I always tell her she my therapy, I told her it was rough

Gucci made in Italy, Bally belt, I'm killing shit The way I'm rocking Jimmy Choo, the word got out I'm dealing it