Future - Karate Chop Lyrics (Feat. Casino)

Future – Karate Chop Lyrics (Feat. Casino)

[Intro]
You know, it’s just some real nigga shit, a real nigga story
You know what I’m saying?

(Hook)
(aye)
Slang a bunch of narcotics (that work)
Pull up in that new rarri (yea)
Living like John Gotti (the mob)
Chopping bricks like karate (chwaaa)
Drink a bunch of codeine (drank)
Serving to the dope fiends (they smokers)
Blowing money, stay clean (free bands)
Michael Jackson, Billy Jean

[Verse 1: Future]
Got a panamera round a young nigga neck (porche)
Got a young bitch pulling up in a vet (she working)
Smoke a lot of kush and I have a lot of sex
Had to beat the grind up, ran up my check
bitch a nigga get money, nigga get that
Hold up, brother run it, nigga selling all the crack
You can hit a nigga line, order witchu won’t
I could whip a Maserati pulling up a … donk
50 thousand on your watch, young nigga splurge
Pop a ace of spade, bottle sip a lot of syrup
Keep a young nigga working at a buzz a k
I’ma take a phone call, hustle a every day

(Hook)
(aye)
Slang a bunch of narcotics (that work)
Pull up in that new rarri (yea)
Living like John Gotti (the mob)
Chopping bricks like karate (chwaaa)
Drink a bunch of codeine (drank)
Serving to the dope fiends (they smokers)
Blowing money, stay clean (free bands)
Michael Jackson, Billy Jean

Whippin up a cake, just an go an cop a …spider
Young nigga play with keys, like a type writer
Al Capone Juan Gotti was a …nigga idol i was never snitching, I can put it on da Bible
In a 4 door beamer, driving with a rifle
Nigga where you at, nigga we gonn pull up on ya
Young bitch looking like janet in the 80’s
We was grinding up from a tool and a baby
Got the girl dripping wet like a Jerry Curl
Got the Styrofoam cup and it’s full of syrup
Sending all the fronting message, call me, let me work

(Hook)
(aye)
Slang a bunch of narcotics (then what)
Pull up in that new rarri (yea)
Living like John Gotti (the mob)
Chopping bricks like karate (chwaaa)
Drink a bunch of codeine (drank)
Serving to the dope fiends (they smokers)
Blowing money, stay clean (free bands)
Michael Jackson, Billy Jean

Minding like I’m fronting, not you, go back
Killers rob me like I’m gotti
If I trip you know I’m sorry
I be fresh don’t need no stylist
I be geeking on them mollies
Sery makes no…clean
My hair like a triple bean
I got workers like machines
All I do is sit and dream
Have my niggas serve fiends
I get dumber than orlean

(Hook)
(aye)
Slang a bunch of narcotics (then what)
Pull up in that new rarri (yea)
Living like John Gotti (the mob)
Chopping bricks like karate (chwaaa)
Drink a bunch of codeine (drank)
Serving to the dope fiends (they smokers)
Blowing money, stay clean (free bands)
Michael Jackson, Billy Jean.

[Lyrics to Karate Chop by Future (Feat. Casino)]

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