That Range Rover Came With Steps 2017 DJ Khaled; Future; Yo Gotti
TrekThat Range Rover Came With Steps

Artis: DJ Khaled; Future; Yo Gotti

Album: Grateful

Waktu rilis: 23-06-2017

That Range Rover Came With Steps (大型越野车) - DJ Khaled (DJ哈立德)/Future (未来小子)/Yo Gotti

Written by:DJ Khaled

 

F**k

 

F**kin' lawsuits ni**a

 

We the best music

 

Murder rate murder rap

 

Real sh*t Pluto

 

Grants Jacksons Franklins got 'em

 

DJ Khaled

 

F**ked the DA on my way here

 

I made some millions on my way here ni**a

 

I seen your comment on my way here

 

I laughed my a** off on my way here ni**a

 

Bentayga with the brain bust open

 

That new Mulsanne got the brain bust open

 

Play them racks like Jimi Hendrix on the guitar

 

Load my gun cock it back and then I push start

 

I can't name how many times they tried to clone me

 

I can't name all the names that tried to clone me

 

This dirty money help me see the double

 

Sidity thots know they ain't forever

 

My trials and tribulations playing out on blogs

Spend three hundred thousand or better that's on all the cars

 

The Maybach park itself ni**a

 

That Range Rover came with steps ni**a

 

Electric tables in the back I'm eating filet mignon

 

He been 44'n all year I put that Rollie on

Trapping good all year put the Rollie on

 

They parading in the streets you gotta keep a drum

 

Say a prayer for my young ni**a know he dumb

The murder rate going up ni**a

 

I done ran this check up ni**a

 

Get hit up from the neck up ni**a yeah

 

The Goyard looking like a graveyard

 

Murder money I'm in love with murder money

 

Old friends of me turned into my enemy

 

My money and fame changes n***as into enemies

 

All my hard work and lonely nights no sympathy

 

Want to send a hit but too far in the industry

I feel your energy I know you n***as envy me

 

They rep the gang that bangin' it out in penitentiary

 

I watch the sh*t come out your mouth and it's finicky

 

I'm tryna love you but I doubt I'll scream infinity

 

With these billions on my mind it's hard to be cohesive

Gettin' that A Rod money like I hit the needle

 

Keep a spanish mamacita like a Fanta liter

 

And I gave 'em all d**e and they pissed off

Got my lil' Haiti babies waiting so they can wack ya

I got my Memphis Ten n***as waiting to jack ya

I got some DC n***as waiting to kidnap ya

I got the clappers finessers and the trappers

 

Before the rap change you gotta go dap 'em

 

Don't forget to look at n***as when they after ya

 

I told future I can see the future

 

Told my b**ch I love you 'fore I knew you

 

I know I'm blessed ni**a hallelujah

I'm grateful

And if you diss me then I might shoot ya

Brrrrt

You don't f**k with me the feeling mutual

F**k you

Half these rap n***as owe they jeweler

F**k 'em

I was selling keys to success

 

I was coppin' keys outta Texas

 

New Wraith with the stars in it

New Porsche condo living room cars in it

Ace of Spades with the Percocet and bars in it

Young shooters real soldiers put they heart in it

'Bout all this money we make and all these n***as they hatin'

Let's talk 'bout runnin' that bag up fast cause we ain't got no patience

Let's talk 'bout poppin' strips and Xans like we're patients

And them fed's allegations will have you pacin'

 

Million dollar d**e boy I gotta be grateful

 

You tryna get that 100 mil' I'ma race you

 

D**e boy I ain't never wanna be a rap ni**a

Billboard reporter LA Reid just signed a trap ni**a

New York Times read Jay Z just signed a trap ni**a

Kitchen like it's Thursday you heard Might bring it back ni**a

You f**kin' the money up if I'm being honest

Gotta be grateful I never break the promise I know my plug love me

I know my b**ch hate me I heard my hood salty

I tried to tell 'em it ain't my fault it's just my blessings called me

But since they hatin' on an ni**a I'ma keep ballin'

And I ain't textin' that b**ch back because she keep stallin'

If she ain't f**kin' first night then she just miss her callin'

 

F**k a plea I'm goin' to trial poker face I'm all in

Patek Philippe AP 40 mil' I'm all in

Plug hit my line I act like I ain't see 'em callin'

I worked so hard for mine I'm tryna get some free bands

I'm the king of the city my house Graceland

No respect for rappers they respect the coke man

That's why your favorite rapper actin' like the d**e man ni**a

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