That Range Rover Came With Steps (ft. Yo Gotti, Future)

That Range Rover Came With Steps
Murder rate murder rap
Pluto
Drenched chest franklins gotti
[Verse 1: Future]
The DA on my way here
I made some millions on my way here ni***
With the brain bust open
That new Mulsanne got the brain bust open
Play them racks like Jimi Hendrix on the guitar
Load my gun Cock it back then I push start
I can't name how many times they tried to clone me
This dirty money help me see the double
Sidity thots, know they ain't forever
My trials and tribulations playing out on blogs
Pay three hundred thousand or better all the cars
The Maybach park itself, ni***
That range rover came with steps, ni***
Trapping all year put the rollie on
They parading in the streets you gotta keep a drum
Say a prayer for my young ni***, know he dumb
The murder rate going up ni***, I done ran this check up ni***
Get hit up from the neck up ni***, yeah
The goyard looking like a graveyard
Murder money, I'm in love with murder money
Old friends of me turned into my enemy
My money and fame changes niggas into enemies
All my hard work and lonely nights no sympathy
Want to send a hit but too far in the industry
I feel your energy I know you niggas envy me
They rep the gang that bangin' it out in penitentiary
I watch the shit come out your mouth and it's finicky
I'm tryna love you but I [?] scream infinity
With these billions on my mind it's hard to be cohesive
Gettin' that A-Rod money like I hit the needle
Keep a spanish mamacita like a Fanta liter
And I gave 'em all dope and they pissed off
Got my lil haiti babies waiting so they can wack ya
I got my memphis ten niggas waiting to jack ya
I got some DC niggas waiting to kidnap ya
I got the clappers, finessers, and the trappers
Before the rap, you gotta go dap em
Don't forget to [?] a ni*** when they after ya

[Verse 2: Yo Gotti]
I told Future I can see the Future
If you diss me then I might shoot ya