Future, Casino - Karate Chop Lyrics

You know
This just some real nigga shit, a real nigga story
You know what I'm saying?
This beat is so, so Metro (Gangsta Grillz)

Slang a bunch of narcotics (that work)
Pull up in a new 'Rari (skrrt)
Living like John Gotti
Chopping bricks like karate
Drink a bunch of codeine (drank)
Serve it to the dope fiends (and smoke)
Blowing money, stay clean (Freebandz)
Michael Jackson, Billie Jean

Got a Panamera 'round a young nigga neck
Got a young bitch 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
Picture nigga getting 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, pulling up a donk (donk)
50 thousand on your 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 (that work)
Pull up in a new 'Rari (skrrt)
Living like John Gotti
Chopping bricks like karate
Drink a bunch of codeine (drank)
Serve it to the dope fiends (and smoke)
Blowing money, stay clean (Freebandz)
Michael Jackson, Billie Jean

Whipping up a cake, just to go and snatch a Spyder (Spyder)
Young nigga play with keys (keys), like a type writer
Al Capone, John Gotti was a nigga idol
I was never snitching, I can put it on the Bible
In a four-door Bimmer, driving with a rifle
Nigga, where you at? (At) nigga, we gon' pull up on ya
Young bitch looking like Janet in the '80s ('80s)
We was grinding up from two and a baby (oh)
Got the girl dripping wet like a jerry curl (curl)
Got a styrofoam cup and it's full of syrup
Send it over from New Mexico and let me work (lets work)
I can get 36 for a clean shirt (shirt)

Slang a bunch of narcotics (that work)
Pull up in a new 'Rari (skrrt)
Living like John Gotti
Chopping bricks like karate
Drink a bunch of codeine (drank)
Serve it to the dope fiends (and smoke)
Blowing money, stay clean (Freebandz)
Michael Jackson, Billie Jean

Who dat? Pull up, serve you in my 'Rari (skrrt)
Money like I'm Frank Matthews
Killers around me like I'm Gotti
If I tricked you, know I'm sorry (that's real)
I be fresh, don't need no stylist (killin' it)
I be geeking on them Mollies (I'm geeked)
Sell remix, don't sell no clean
My hand like a triple beam (a scale)
I got workers like machine (they work, they work)
All I do is sell dreams
Half my niggas serve fiends
I get up and then I lean

Slang a bunch of narcotics (that work)
Pull up in a new 'Rari (skrrt)
Living like John Gotti (the mob)
Chopping bricks like karate
Drink a bunch of codeine (drank)
Serve it to the dope fiends (and smoke)
Blowing money, stay clean (Freebandz)
Michael Jackson, Billie Jean (who bad?)