Future & Lil Uzi Vert - Real Baby Pluto

Twysted Genius, baby
Ow, ow
Ow (woo), ow (brrt)
Hello? What you talkin' 'bout?
Who dis?
Zaytoven
Uh (woah)

That bitch said I'm gifted
She gave me a stiffy, I'm fuckin' that ho for the low
Talkin' 'bout bitches
You know I got plenty, yes, I'm the real Baby Pluto
I just be gettin' the Benji's
They mad that I'm winnin', I'm getting 500 a show
Met her at Lenox and took her to Filson
And bought everything in the store (let's go)

Yeah, she suckin' my dick and I'm fuckin' her kitten
You think that I'm kidding, this shit not a riddle
Home run, I'm not missin', the VVS hittin' (woah)
My neck CD disk, my pockets, they fatter than Missy

Hold on, smokin' on gas, get your roll on
.30, hang out the clip, bitch, it's so long (grrah)
Opp was on the hit list, that's no longer
I need a million if I do the show long (yeah)

I popped some X so I probably can prolong (woah)
I popped a Perc' so I probably could go longer (yeah)
GTO faster than your little slow Charger (skrrt)
That's a Camaro, nigga, that's that no Charger

Bitch, I'm plugged into the wall like a phone charger
That pussy bald, I can't fuck if it's mohawk (hmm)
And talk to my Billy, that nigga, he so Harlem
Runnin' the game, I almost knocked my toe off (woah)

Every time I pop out know I gotta show off
Pull out that Tec and it probably got power (brrah)



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