WAY LONGER LYRICS – Future | Young Thug

We take them bitch nigga to
Bleveland then we kill him
Trick or treat, bitch
I’m hot as a skillet
Man, I’ve been high for so long
Gone lost my feelings
Nigga play with JT, swear to god
I’ma lose my ceilings I got in touch with the racks and
I ran them up for my kiddies
I spent like fifty whole racks
xxxx up my voice and my kidneys
Young Thug got cheese like croissants
My shoes don’t got shoestrings so
Therefore, I lace the blunt
Sitting in the helicopter
Watching these roaches I am pop them all, pop them all, pop them all
Run into yo bitch 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 cents, child lock
Young Future gone top you all I don’t know what the xxxx
Is wrong with these niggas
We got money way longer
Than these niggas
They gone turn your casket
Over when they kill you
They break it down and tear
You open before they bill you x (2) Tag : Lyrics