Future Guns lyrics

[Produced by: Statik Selektah]

[Intro]
Get out
(I'm gone, every time I'm rolling in, I'm gone...)
Ay shouts to Statik Selektah
Ay, b*tch your selection
Ay, there's some n*ggas out here
Ay, that need inspection
Ay, they need the lecture
Ay, [?] election

[Verse 1]
b*tch I regret to inform you all your threats just annoy us
Damn, you can bang that gavel all you wanna
But your honor, b*tch, you can’t take my respect or my honor
I’m hot as smoking marijuana in a sauna
Little b*tch I’m hot as a pot of tea, Harlem is a part of me
Old white man look down on me
Like “Look here little light skin boy your grandpop was my property”
Don’t let me f*ck the game, I’m gon’ need some top at least
Drop the top in Cabo beach, ugh
And every time they suggest I cop a chain or a ring, or a range or a plane
I’mma laugh right in they face, oh my God, I’mma laugh right in they face
Uh, oh, uh, I might cop a school of something
New everything, a new pool or something (new things)
That’s some cool sh*t to do with something (cool as hell)
[Outro]
(Ay shouts to Statik Selektah man, appreciate it)
(Wrong sh*t make the beat go Baca (boom boom boom))
(Make the motherf*cker drop off)
(Ugh, I got future guns (pew pew pew) got them future guns)