Future Lyrics
"Lil Haiti Baby"

Yeah, yeah
It's that EVOL, ah
You understand me?

I bagged this bad bitch, it was nothing to get her
You want a whole brick? Oh, it's nothing to get 'em
Oh, you want diamonds like this? It wasn't nothing to get 'em
I had to focus, then it wasn't nothing to get 'em

Hey
Thirty thousand on a watch, I swear thank God I'm ballin'
Feds watching on my spot, they say somebody called 'em
Hottest nigga in the streets, they see my Audemars
Hottest nigga in the streets, three thousands grams of shoo
Boston George, I'm with that game, you got that girl that blow
Oh, you want my life, that's la famil, that's all I know
Catch me pissing out the codeine from the night before
This for Khaled, this for niggas 'round the Ace and bottles
This for G-rod, C-Rod, all these niggas banging B's
This the greatest story never told, you gotta see it
I, I got some names, but I ain't gon' never drop 'em
Aye, she say my name, but she won't ever drop me

You want an R&B chick, shawty it ain't nothin' to get her
You want to run around the town, well it ain't nothin' to get her
You want to drive around in that Rolls
You know it ain't nothin' to get her
You know that I'm gonna make homies ride for me
It ain't nothin' to get 'em

We throwed away that money 'cause that mula swole
I throw that grams of boy, I'm servin' in the cold
Got fifty eight grams of boy, we servin' Peter
They say they got Magnolia, shawty bangin' needles
They trapped out Angola, they was out the NOLA
Then fuck around and then know you, gotta be a cobra
They cooped up with that yola, now that cook Coke Cola
I fucked around and showed them that my heart is colder
My water whippin' issues, now we packin pistols
They packin' gats and lots these niggas sending missiles
They say they hate the kid, the kid was gettin' mula
You wanna ask around, then you can ask my jeweler

Buddy came around, he shot 'em on a bike
Oh he poppin' wheelies, a lil Haiti baby
Oh, they say that nigga he just a lil Haiti baby
Oh, they say that boy he just a lil Haiti baby
Shoot in broad day, he shoot in broad day
Shot the whole window up in broad day
Oh, that's that lil Haiti baby, Haiti baby
Oh, that's that lil Haiti baby, Haiti baby

Dumping down the pills, I feel my head explodin'
Roll a pound of dope, I gotta keep on smokin'
Money comin' in, we ain't gon' never spend it
Ten thousand bags of kush, we ain't gon' never listen

I just wanna be there for my nigga, woo
I just wanna go back to the Bentley store
I just wanna go back to the Lamb store
I just wanna buy another Rover, though
I just wanna get back on a yacht tomorrow
I just wanna buy another spot tomorrow
All this money comin' in, can't never spend it
I swear, all this money comin' in, we're still winnin'

Shoot in broad day, shoot in broad day
Shot the whole window up in broad day
Oh, that's that lil Haiti baby, Haiti baby
Oh, that's that lil Haiti baby, Haiti baby

Coke in all the cars, we ain't got no façade
Pull up in that 'Rari, we don't know façade
Pull up with that yappa, it wasn't no façade
Lettin' off all the rounds, it wasn't just no façade

Buddy came around, he shot 'em on a bike
Oh he poppin' wheelies, a lil Haiti baby
Oh, they say that nigga he just a lil Haiti baby
Oh, they say that boy he just a lil Haiti baby
Shoot in broad day, he shoot in broad day
Shot the whole window up in broad day
Oh, that's that lil Haiti baby, Haiti baby
Oh, that's that lil Haiti baby, Haiti baby

Dumpin' back these pills, I feel my head explodin'
Jumpin' out these whips, we ain't no, no façade
Pull up in that 'Rari, ain't no, no façade
Pull up in that 'Rari, ain't no, no façade
Shoot in broad day, he shoot in broad day
Shot the whole window up in broad day

EVOL