feat. Future, Wale & Ludacris
(Hook: Future)
I’ll shoot a nigga for some ceelo
I’ll put your wifey in a trio
And I can't lie it stroke my ego
And they done got me back in beast mode
I got some shooters and they ain’t single
I’m out the country in my t-coat
And these bitches don’t speak no englo
All they wanna know is the lingo
(Verse 1: Future)
In the matrix all like I’m Neo
I make movies like Al Pacino
I can wrap a girl like burritos
I go hella hard for them c-notes
They ain’t never seen what we did, nigga
You can’t get fingerprints off these triggers
I’m a guapaholic, I’m money-drunk
Death-defying, I’m livin’ like avatar
I done went to another planet
See my pockets they on gigantic
I take off like a rocket in Paris
I fuck bitches that don’t mind sharin’
(Hook: Future)
I’ll shoot a nigga for some ceelo
I’ll put your wifey in a trio
And I can't lie it stroke my ego
And they done got me back in beast mode
I got some shooters and they ain’t single
I’m out the country in my t-coat
And these bitches don’t speak no englo
All they wanna know is the lingo
(Verse 2: Wale)
They say Wale dope
They gon’ say what they say, never to my face, no
And I’m runnin’ out of space to put all of my favorite clothes
Took a nigga’s favorite shoes - took a nigga’s favorite store
I call the folk that made ‘em, foreign
These ladies trippin’
‘Cause I buck a lot but I don’t be datin’ none of ‘em
And I roll with niggas, go-to niggas, know they ain’t as friendly
And all my pieces wide receivers they all eighty’ somethin’
Wale, though…
And I make your ladies do my say-so
I’m just a nigga on the grind tryna make moves
Shine like a g, though
Rhyme bully, my mob goodie, shout-out to ceelo
(Hook: Future)
I’ll shoot a nigga for some ceelo
I’ll put your wifey in a trio
And I can't lie it stroke my ego
And they done got me back in beast mode
I got some shooters and they ain’t single
I’m out the country in my t-coat
And these bitches don’t speak no englo
All they wanna know is the lingo
(Verse)
Okay, my name is Ludacris and beast mode is what I’m known for
I’m what they need to get Barack Obama on the phone for
Illegal alien – workin’ like a Mexican
Bought a Bugatti and joined forces with the Decepticons
Got so many styles that I don’t even know what I’mma do but I be killin’ every verse
Make it worth your while, Cadillac style,
but I’ll put your favorite rapper in a hearse
Throw him in the grave and write “pussy” on his tombstone
Kidnap his family, make ‘em listen to this new song
DJ Screamin’- partners triple-beamin’
Eight-figure nigga, bitches fightin’ for my semen
Sparta, 300, Leonidas to you fuck boys
Shootin’ three dice with three dykes – what’s good, boys?
(Hook: Future)
I’ll shoot a nigga for some ceelo
I’ll put your wifey in a trio
And I can't lie it stroke my ego
And they done got me back in beast mode
I got some shooters and they ain’t single
I’m out the country in my t-coat
And these bitches don’t speak no englo
All they wanna know is the lingo