Lyrics “Way Longer” – Future feat. Young Thug
I don’t know what the f*ck is wrong with these ni*gas
We got money way longer than these ni*gas
They gon turn your casket over when they kill you
They break it down and tear you open before they bill you
I don’t know what the f*ck is wrong with these ni*gas
We got money way longer than these ni*gas
They gon turn your casket over when they kill you
They break it down and tear you open before they bill you
We take them bi*ch ni*ga to Bleveland then we kill him
Trick or treat, bi*ch, I’m hot as a skillet
Man, I’ve been high for so long, gon lost my feelings
Ni*ga play with JT, swear to god I’ma lose my ceilings
I got in touch with the racks and I ran ’em up for my kiddies
I spent like fifty whole racks, f*ck up my voice and my kidneys
Young Thug got cheese like croissants
My shoes don’t got shoestrings so therefore I lace the blunt
Sittin’ in the helicopter, watching these roaches
I’ma pop em all, pop em all, pop em all
Run into yo bi*ch and told her three things
Drop them draws, drop them draws, drop them draws
Pour up a four and take a pill but these ain’t Tylenol
I’m on a one five .. child lock, Young Future gon top you all
I don’t know what the f*ck is wrong with these ni*gas
We got money way longer than these ni*gas
They gon turn your casket over when they kill you
They break it down and tear you open before they bill you
I don’t know what the f*ck is wrong with these ni*gas
We got money way longer than these ni*gas
They gon turn your casket over when they kill you
They break it down and tear you open before they bill you…
