6 septembre 2019, 14:25 -

Mustard x Future – Interstate 10

Mustard – Interstate 10 ft. Future

 

Paroles/Lyrics :

Bitch, she breaking a nigga heart
Yeah
The person they want a nigga to be (how that shit go)
This shit breaking my heart (the game)
Shit you never see (10 Summers)
Mustard on the beat, ho
Yeah, skinny jeans on me with extendo
Hanging with them young niggas, flocking, pullin’ kick doors
Yeah, we was hanging at the bando
Fully loaded clip, went and snatched up a Benzo
Flew them Dracos out to LA on a PJ
And we taking off no delay
No delay, we taking up the murder rate
Everything from chinchos to parquet
Audemar baguette, have it tinted, better relay
Money coming through, blue hundreds on impact
Married to the game, caught new pinkstones
No new friends, copped five new phones
Extend money, need to be the right one
Double up my cup, ooh-ooh pop one
Copped new drops, upper echelon
Hustler’s dream to live lavish
In the middle of the night, go to Saturn
Two toned Patek, go spazzin’
Ten brand new whips in traffic
No evidence, no lacking
Bentley routine, go re-up
Fully loaded magazine when you see us
It’s a full time job tryna stay on point
Glock four-zero, hollow points
Yeah, skinny jeans on me with extendo
Hanging with them young niggas, flocking, pullin’ kick doors
Yeah, we was hanging at the bando
Fully loaded clip, went and snatched up a Benzo
Flew them Dracos out to LA on a PJ
And we taking off no delay
No delay, we taking up the murder rate
Everything from chinchos to parquet
Game chose me, ain’t choose this
Empty out the clip before you lose this
If your city on your back and your shoulder
You gotta rally, you gotta spray like a soldier
Vultures, they come with the territory
V12, your motor is mandatory
Whipping the soda, be cool, do the speed
Make it on Interstate 10 and achieve
This is not regular town, you gon’ bleed
Came from the game, ain’t no trust, pushing keys
From the cook up to the tour bus
You see how far our ambition took us
We bring all the hood niggas with us
The non-believers, we made ’em believe us
From my block to your block, they love homicide
Looking like a foreign dealership outside
Yeah, skinny jeans on me with extendo
Hanging with them young niggas, flocking, pullin’ kick doors
Yeah, we was hanging at the bando
Fully loaded clip, went and snatched up a Benzo
Flew them Dracos out to LA on a PJ
And we taking off no delay
No delay, we taking up the murder rate
Everything from chinchos to parquet
Interstate 10
We risked it all to get it in
And we would risk it again
It’s breaking my heart, this currency
Knowing it’s breaking me heart
It’s tearing me up, what you’re doing to me
It’s tearing me apart
This greed and this envy, don’t know where to go
Don’t know where to start