เนื้อเพลง Karate Chop (Remix) - Future

[Intro]
You know, this just some real n*gga sh*t, a real n*gga story
You know what I'm sayin'?

[Hook]
Slang a bunch of narcotics
Pull up in the new 'Rarri
Livin' like John Gotti
Choppin' bricks like karate
Drink a bunch of Codeine
Servin' to the dope fiends
Blowin' money, stay clean
Michael Jackson, Billy Jean

[Verse 1: Future]
Got a Panamera round a young n*gga neck
Got a young b*tch pullin' up in a vet
Smoke a lot of kush and I have a lot of sex
Had to beat the grind up, ran up my check
B*tch n*gga get money, n*gga get that
Roll a blunt of chronic, n*gga sell a lot of crack
You can hit a n*gga line, order what you want
I can whip a Maserati, pullin' up a donk
50,000 on yo watch, young n*gga splurge
Pop a Ace of Spades bottle, sip a lot of syrup
Keep a young n*gga workin' gotta buss a cape
I'mma take a phone call, hustle everyday

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Future]
Whippin' up a cake, just to go and snatch a Spider
Young n*gga play with keys, like a type writer
Al Capone, John Gotti was a n*gga idol
I was never snitching, I can put it on the Bible
In a four-door Beamer, drivin' with a rifle
N*gga where you at? N*gga we gon' pull up on ya
Young b*tch looking like Janet in the 80's
We was grindin' up from a tube and a baby
Got the girl drippin' wet like a Jheri curl
Got a styrofoam cup and its full of syrup
Send it over from Lil Mexico and let me work
I can get 36 for a clean shirt

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Lil' Wayne]
Pop a lot of pain pills
'Bout to put rims on my skateboard wheels
Beat that p*ssy up like…
Two cell phones ringin' at the same time
That's your hoe, callin' from two different phones
Tell that b*tch leave me the f*ck alone
See, you f*ck around, and I'll f*ck her long
I got a love/hate relationship with molly
I'd rather pop an ollie, and my d*ck is a trolly
Boy, I'll bury you like Halle
And these hoes say I'm blind
'Cause I don't see nothin' wrong with a little bump and grind
And I just received a package, them other n*ggas taxin'
And my pockets' so fat, I'm startin' to feel contractions
And my cousin went to jail for them chickens
And he already home, man, that n*gga must be snitchin'
Cut him off like karate…

[Hook]