Future hard to choose one ringtone

Future hard to choose one video

Future hard to choose one lyrics

Yeah, it’s Pluto

Pluto (yeah, Freebandz), you dig, you dig

Yeah (yeah, yeah)

Yeah (yeah, 808 Mafia)

Yeah, yeah (yeah, yeah)

Motor in the back with the trunk in the front

Smokin’ on gas, three-five in a blunt

Poppin’ new tags, it’s one of a one

I got them chopsticks, ain’t going to lunch

Came out the creek, had to drop off a ton

Made it off the streets, I came up from a crumb

Two thousand just for the shoes I put on

Spin out and do a three-sixty for nothin’ (skrrt)

Freestylin’ while I got kush in my lung

Crocodile Burberry, that’s what I’m on (brrt, brrt)

Packed out the club, that’s a quarter million (brrt, brrt)

High-priced fashion, Italian, Milan (fashion)

If she get attached, then I’m goin’ on the run (she get attached)

Took the big batch and I can’t feel my tongue (took the big batch)

Hundreds of baddies, it’s hard to choose one (hundreds of baddies)

Green light the shooters, it’s already done (brrt, brrt, brrt)

Green light the shooters, they already on you

Take a few Addies, then go in a coma

Takin’ and rappin’, them bales my diploma

Drivin’ my space coupe, goin’ to Daytona

Line ’round the corner like Ronald McDonald’s

Count on my llama, you call me Obama

Whippin’ that bird like the Number 1 Stunna

Put on reserve, she come when I want her

Hop in the vert, it go over two hundred

She kept it real with her, shout outs to London

I bought her Gucci, she bought me a chopper

Money and sex is bringin’ me problems

But I’m at my best when I’m runnin’ through models

Look at your rings, you done dipped ’em in vodka

Talkin’ Emilio Pucci, I got ’em

Came out the trap, a hood nigga role model

Motor in the back with the trunk in the front

Smokin’ on gas, three-five in a blunt

Poppin’ new tags, it’s one of a one

I got them chopsticks, ain’t going to lunch

Came out the creek, had to drop off a ton

Made it off the streets, I came up from a crumb

Two thousand just for the shoes I put on

Spin out and do a three-sixty for nothin’ (skrrt)

Freestylin’ while I got kush in my lung

Crocodile Burberry, that’s what I’m on (brrt, brrt)

Packed out the club, that’s a quarter million (brrt, brrt)

High-priced fashion, Italian, Milan (fashion)

If she get attached, then I’m goin’ on the run (she get attached)

Took the big batch and I can’t feel my tongue (took the big batch)

Hundreds of baddies, it’s hard to choose one (808 Mafia)

Green light the shooters, it’s already done (brrt, brrt, brrt)

Crashed out on pills, but it’s makin’ me numb (let’s go)

I paid the bill, you consider it done (pay the bill)

Trap in the field, made a mil’ on my own (trap in the field)

Peel off the seal on that Hi-Tech I’m sprung (yeah)

Cash out on diamonds, Italian, Milan (cashin’ out)

One hundred bad bitches havin’ fun (what’s up?)

Rollin’ up X and I can’t feel my arms

Platinum ice on me, it’s clearer than Patron

Money and power, it got me on meds

Load up my rifle, I don’t go to bed

Coppin’ a Viper gon’ make them upset

Fuckin’ rich niggas gon’ get you baguettes

Pussy was leakin’, I fucked on a jet

We made a bond to never forget

Cancel that ho, she tried fuck up my check

Get in this Lambo’, this not a Corvette (skrrt, skrrt)

Motor in the back with the trunk in the front

Smokin’ on gas, three-five in a blunt

Poppin’ new tags, it’s one of a one

I got them chopsticks, ain’t going to lunch

Came out the creek, had to drop off a ton

Made it off the streets, I came up from a crumb

Two thousand just for the shoes I put on

Spin out and do a three-sixty for nothin’

Freestylin’ while I got kush in my lung

Crocodile Burberry, that’s what I’m on (let’s go)

Packed out the club, that’s a quarter million

High-priced fashion, Italian, Milan (brrt, brrt, brrt)

If she get attached, then I’m goin’ on the run

Took the big batch and I can’t feel my tongue

Hundreds of baddies, it’s hard to choose one

Green light the shooters, it’s already done (hundreds of bad bitches)

Brrt, brrt

Hundreds of bad bitches

Hundreds of bad bitches

Hundreds of bad bitches

Hundreds of baddies, it’s hard to choose one

Songwriters: Joshua Luellen / Nayvadius Demun Wilburn