Future, Birdman, Rick Ross and French Montana - Karate Chop 2013

You know
This just some real nigga shit
A real nigga story, ya know what I'm sayin'?

Slang a bunch of narcotics (then what?)
Pull up in the new 'Rarri (skrrt)
Livin' like John Gotti (come on)
Choppin' bricks like karate
Drink a bunch of codeine (drank)
Servin' to the dope fiends (and smoke)
Blowin' money stay clean (Freebandz)
Michael Jackson, Billy Jean

Got a Panamera 'round a young nigga neck
Got a young bitch pullin' up in a 'Vette
Smoke a lot of kush and I have a lot of sex
Had to beat the grind up, ran up my check
Picture nigga gettin' money, nigga, get back (back)
Roll a blunt of chronic, nigga sell a lot of crack (crack)
You can hit a nigga line, order what you want
I can whip a Maserati, pullin' up a donk (donk)
Fifty thousand on yo' watch, young nigga, splurge (splurge)
Pop a Ace of Spade bottle, sip a lot of syrup (syrup)
Keep a young nigga workin' that'll bust a K (K)
I'ma take a phone call, hustle everyday (everyday)

Slang a bunch of narcotics (then what?)
Pull up in the new 'Rarri (skrrt)
Livin' like John Gotti (come on)
Choppin' bricks like karate
Drink a bunch of codeine (drank)
Servin' to the dope fiends (and smoke)
Blowin' money stay clean (Freebandz)
Michael Jackson, Billy Jean

Huh
Hustle like I'm Makaveli
Dollar signs tatted on my back and belly
Dollar grind, bought a line, nigga rich
Type of money, look at what this nigga did
Type of paper, look at what this nigga got
All this cars gon' make another nigga hot
Lookin' for love, but do you really want a thug?
I'm talkin' white 'cause I really got a plug (Maybach Music)

Slang a bunch of narcotics (then what?)
Pull up in the new 'Rarri (skrrt)
Livin' like John Gotti (come on)
Choppin' bricks like karate
Drink a bunch of codeine (drank)
Servin' to the dope fiends (and smoke)
Blowin' money stay clean (hunnid proof, Rich Gang)
Michael Jackson, Billy Jean (swaggin')

Supermodels, poppin' bottles, livin' on them hills
Bad bitches out'chea poppin' pills
Get it how the fuck we live
New whip, nigga, drop another fuckin' mil
Stuntin' while we servin'
New bricks, new chips, 'nother Birdman
Stayed loyal, and we kept it real
Back against the wall on that killin' field
Blatt

Skeet, uh
Ridin' in that Ghost, hammer on my lap
Made enough money, bring Hammer back
Karate chopped that Miley Cyrus
Nigga, don't make me go and dress yo' stylist
Broke brick, dope fiends
Wrapped up, Daddy Yankee, Gasoline
Been doin' shit you ain't never seen
Michael Jackson, strapped up, Billy Jean

Slang a bunch of narcotics

Written by:
Leland Tyler Wayne, Nayvadius Wilburn, Rico D. Buice

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