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future - back on e lyrics

[hook: future]
i’m back on e
i got a full tank of gas
in the driveway countin’ up this cash, now
i’m back on e
with a bag full of waters
if i drink ’em then i know i’m rolling harder
i’m back on e
and i ain’t even a shooter, n-gga
i’m so geeked up, i want to shoot the n-gga
i’m back on e
i done throwed back a double
in the club, f-cking b-tches, me and trouble
i’m back on e

[verse 1: trouble]
i’m back on e
white naked ladies
while my pockets on e
it’s f-ck you, pay me
somebody save me
or should i say save this n-gga
cause when my pockets on e
they all looking like victims
ready to flip your temple
got n-ggas in [?] who stay rolling on e, living similar to me
hey future, i can only warn ’em (do you wanna play?)
i pop a transformer, transform ya (do you wanna lay?)
put your legs up where your head’s supposed to be [have ’em switching places]
so just let a n-gga get cash (i’m talking ¡ándale!) (guap!)
linked up with tape, put the money in the front
just p-ss a blunt and let me go slow
before i pop three more

[verse 2: future]
my heater to capacity
my pockets full of capacity
i’m feeling like your majesty
and i cause a catastrophe [what’s that?]
i’m houston cl-ssified flying around ya
while them bullets flying around you
i was in montego, when they found you
got more ice than a water fountain
and i’m rolling baby, with a nike sign and two naked ladies
can’t help but floss, n-gga, i’m a codeine boss, n-gga
on good drank, with a full tank, and a big bank (skrrrrt)
i’m so in the paint, i cut you up with a shank [straight up]
i’m throw up fingers, whenever i talk to you
and i’m so geeked up right now, i can’t even talk to you (pluto!)
you featherweight, i’m like a hawk on you (freebandz!)
send her to my section, i’m gonna spread some sauce on you

[verse 3]
[future]
i’m on all type of drugs, i’m draped up with the thugs
and i don’t conversate, cause i converse back with the plug
we handle good business, we smoke good loud
we swap out bad b-tches, cause ain’t none of them ours

[trouble]
i’m trouble trouble, baby, geeked up, looking sour
[how long you been rolling fool?] way too many hours
p-ss me the aquafina, can’t do nothing with a single
i done popped so many pills, you can’t know how i feel

- future lyrics

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