"Super Future Interlude" lyrics

Rips on the pockets of my jeans don't it
See this a thousand dollar piece, spill the lean on it
Left the love for some your niggas in the streets, don't it
Fold another hunnid up and crush the weed on it
Gotta run the money up you in the streets homie
Gotta run the money up you in the streets homie
I might fly to Saint Tropez with a bad lil bitch
We been touring other countries
Everything coming in abundance
Diamonds looking sunny
All we do is get high and get money
I know some my niggas still running
I know some my niggas still ducking from the law, it ain't nothing
I know some my niggas still ride with the cutter
And you know the Kid Kudding

Just landed in Abu Dhabi
Got this bag of Kush on me
Got the place on a wave, we could talk about it
You could throw me in a cage, I'ma walk out it
End of day I'm getting paid, nigga all profit
End of day a nigga break, then we all poppin'
Ace of Spades and Rosé, now we all...
When a nigga down, who you call?
I've been underground with the hogs

Now a nigga ball, hmmmm
Now a nigga ball, hmmmm
Now a nigga ball, hmmmm
Now a nigga ball, hmmmm (yea)
Now a nigga ball, hmmmm