Karate Chop (Remix) lyrics

[Intro: Future & Lil Wayne]
You know
This just some real n*gga sh*t, a real n*gga story
You know what I'm saying?
This beat is so, so Metro
Young Mula, baby!

[Chorus: Future]
Ayy
Slang a bunch of narcotics
Pull up in a new 'Rari
Living like John Gotti
Chopping bricks like karate
Drink a bunch of codeine
Serving to the dope fiends
Blowing money, stay clean
Michael Jackson, Billie Jean

[Verse 1: Future]
Got a Panamera round a young n*gga neck
Got a young b*tch pulling 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
b*tch n*gga get money, n*gga, get back
Roll a blunt of chronic, n*gga sell a lot of crack
You can hit a n*gga line, order what you want
I can whip a Maserati, pulling up a donk
50 thousand on yo watch, young n*gga, splurge
Pop a Ace of Spade bottle, sip a lot of syrup
Keep a young n*gga workin', gotta buss a cape
I'ma take a phone call, hustle every day
[Chorus: Future]
Ayy
Slang a bunch of narcotics
Pull up in a new 'Rari
Living like John Gotti
Chopping bricks like karate
Drink a bunch of codeine
Serving to the dope fiends
Blowing money, stay clean
Michael Jackson, Billie Jean

[Verse 2: Future]
Whipping up a cake, just to go and snatch a Spyder
Young n*gga play with keys like a typewriter
Al Capone, John Gotti was a n*gga idol
I was never snitching, I can put it on the Bible
In a four-door Bimmer, driving with a rifle
n*gga, where you at? n*gga, we gon' pull up on ya
Young b*tch looking like Janet in the '80s
We was grinding up from a tube and a baby
Got the girl dripping wet like a Jheri curl
Got a styrofoam cup and it's full of syrup
Send it over from Lil' Mexico and let me work
I can get 36 for a clean shirt

[Chorus: Future]
Ayy
Slang a bunch of narcotics
Pull up in the new 'Rari
Living like John Gotti
Chopping bricks like karate
Drink a bunch of codeine
Serving to the dope fiends
Blowing money, stay clean
Michael Jackson, Billie Jean
[Verse 3: Lil Wayne]
Pop a lot of pain pills
'Bout to put rims on my skateboard wheels
Yeah
Beat that pus*y up like Emmett Till
Yeah
Two cell phones ringin' at the same time
That's your ho callin' from two different phones
Tell that b*tch, "Leave me the f*ck alone!"
See, you f*ck her wrong, and I f*ck her long
I got a love-hate relationship with Molly
I'd rather pop a ollie and my di*k is a trolley
Boy, I'll bury you like Halle
And these hoes say I'm blind
'Cause I don't see nothin' wrong with a little bump and grind
Man, I just received a package
Them other n*ggas taxin'
And my pockets so fat, I'm startin' to feel contractions
And my cousin went to jail for them chickens
And he already home, man, that n*gga must be snitchin'
Cut him off like karate

[Chorus: Future]
Ayy
Slang a bunch of narcotics
Pull up in a new 'Rari
Living like John Gotti
Chopping bricks like karate
Drink a bunch of codeine
Serving to the dope fiends
Blowing money, stay clean
Michael Jackson, Billie Jean