Hard to choose one – Future lyrics

by Versuri · May 18, 2020

Lyrics Hard to choose one – Future

Hard to choose one lyrics
Motor in the back with the trunk in the front
Smokin’ on gas three-five in a blunt
Poppin’ them 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
2000 just for the shoes I put on
Spin out and do 360 for nothin’
Freestylin’ while I got kush in my lung
Crocodile Burberry that’s what I’m on
Packed out the club that’s a quarter million
High priced fashion italian Milan
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

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 s*x 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 n***a role model

Motor in the back with the trunk in the front
Smokin’ on gas three-five in a blunt
Poppin’ them 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
2000 just for the shoes I put on
Spin out and do 360 for nothin’
Freestylin’ while I got kush in my lung
Crocodile Burberry that’s what I’m on
Packed out the club that’s a quarter million
High priced fashion italian Milan
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

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 mll’ on my own (Trap in the field)
Peel off the seal on that Hi-Tech for fun
Cash out on diamonds Italian Milan (Cashin’ out)
One hundred bad bitches havin’ fun (What’s up?)
Rollin’ off X and I can’t feel my arms
Platinum ice on me it’s clearer than Pátron
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
P***y was leakin’ I fucked on a jet
We made a bond to never forget
Cancel that ho she tried f**k up my check
Get in this Lambo’ this not a Corvette