Vrss - Futr FR3AK! Lyrics

Yeah they want to be like me huh hold up
You can't be like me yeah yeah
Yeah yeah
Yeah yeah
Yeah they want to talk like me huh
They can't be like me nah
You know where it is I'm going then baby can't you see yeah
Going up to the moon bitch I might just touch the stars
Yeah feeling futuristic I might go and fly a car
Yeah I-eight Beam nah might be AMG
Fuck it I just might pull up in a Honda like an OG
Yeah hot boy
Summertime fine she a freak
She a thot boy
Have you burning for a week
Oh yeah
Nah that ain't good for you
I had heard that the whole hood had her
Shit yeah that's an L that I'm not willing to take
Rather go open Twitter and get my rocks off lol
Married to the money I ain't loving on no thotty
Heater to your stomach I'ma serve you like a proxy
Move like a butterfly sting like a bee
I might switch it up hit your ass with a rocky
Now laughing to the bank bitch I feel like chief keef
Bitch it's macaroni time I'ma go and eat eat
I'm a hot boy
I'ma take it straight to the top boy
You try to be me but you really not boy
Yeah they want to talk like me huh
They can't be like me nah
You know where it is I'm going then baby can't you see yeah
Going up to the moon bitch I might just touch the stars
Yeah feeling futuristic I might go and fly a car
Yeah I-eight Beam nah might be AMG
Fuck it I just might pull up in a Honda like an OG
Yeah hot boy
Summertime fine she a freak
She a thot boy
Have you burning for a week
Oh yeah

Yeah they want to be like me huh hold up
You can't be like me yeah yeah
Yeah yeah
Yeah yeah
Yeah they want to talk like me huh
They can't be like me nah
You know where it is I'm going then baby can't you see yeah
Going up to the moon bitch I might just touch the stars
Yeah feeling futuristic I might go and fly a car
Yeah I-eight Beam nah might be AMG
Fuck it I just might pull up in a Honda like an OG
Yeah hot boy
Summertime fine she a freak
She a thot boy
Have you burning for a week
Oh yeah
Nah that ain't good for you
I had heard that the whole hood had her
Shit yeah that's an L that I'm not willing to take
Rather go open Twitter and get my rocks off lol
Married to the money I ain't loving on no thotty
Heater to your stomach I'ma serve you like a proxy
Move like a butterfly sting like a bee
I might switch it up hit your ass with a rocky
Now laughing to the bank bitch I feel like chief keef
Bitch it's macaroni time I'ma go and eat eat
I'm a hot boy
I'ma take it straight to the top boy
You try to be me but you really not boy
Yeah they want to talk like me huh
They can't be like me nah
You know where it is I'm going then baby can't you see yeah
Going up to the moon bitch I might just touch the stars
Yeah feeling futuristic I might go and fly a car
Yeah I-eight Beam nah might be AMG
Fuck it I just might pull up in a Honda like an OG
Yeah hot boy
Summertime fine she a freak
She a thot boy
Have you burning for a week
Oh yeah