Future – Red Leather Lyrics

So you thinkin’ you gon’- I ain’t gon’
I ain’t gon’ speak from my heart?
You know what I’m sayin, I’m one thousand, yeah

I done turned a dancer to a trophy
I done bought rings like Kobe
Never seen her tweak with her emotions, uh
She heard I sip lean, she got emotional
Codeine got my heart like opium
I feel her heart beating when I’m huggin’ her
Take me back to Kingston to see my ancestors
Pissin’ on your grave in some red leather

Turbo Panamera the seats bird feathers
Keep light on me like Carmelo
Don’t lie to me I’m on God levels
Forever is not long enough
If it’s endless what we doin’
Either you a rebel, what we doin’
Toast codeine, trap stars, what we doin’
A few remain nameless deserve my dedication
I just want my movement like Larry Davis
Came from Amsterdam had my head up
Screenshot bitches got me fed up

Playin’ with the white for the green like a Celtic
She ain’t tryna share me, she thinking selfish
I just bought my young bitch some new Rosettas
Went to Tokyo, I had to hit the ghetto
Like to kick it with her ’cause she play soccer
Introduced her to some goons, nigga, and some robbers
Now she want that Bentayga and it’s obvious
Real patience for them big faces and I got it
Still faded from the last night off Molly
The ones work at Magic work at follies

I just left aunties and caught a body
Fuck your wifey at the back of King Of Diamonds
Turn me on you can’t put on all my diamonds
Leave me all alone I’m throwin’ a party
How I’m gon’ have commitment in this world of sin?
Try my best to love you in this world we in
Took another look at every foreign I’m in
End up with the bitches that I started with
I must’ve been on a pill when I recorded this
Had the stick in my hand while I was typing this
I know I’m arrogant but don’t be trifling
I iced out you once and you got iced again
This guitar sound like parliament
I just blowed a check, baby, pardon me

All black trimmed up burgundy
Keep it real with me no perjury
Put them bags on her arm like weigh sand
Saks Fifth Avenue, she ran through eighty bands
Got your passport ready, we some aliens
Got my transporter by my radius
Got my transporter up with Mercedes Benz
I can never give up on what we had
Abracadabra make my side bitch better
Chanel trench pussy, she taste like pineapple
Ima stay down with you, but don’t give me a headache
Lifestyle’s radical, please excuse the medies
California housing, gettin’ better with my vengeance
Audemar Richard Millie came in a FedEx
Smash her like a grudge that I never gettin’ deaded
Sippin’ on mud while I’m looking at my presi’
Presidential tints in the back, I done made it

Bitch you better stay on your shit, you gettin’ graded
Take you to a spa in Saint Barts, is you ready?
Whip the double R with the stars and the headrest
Caught up with these broads, baby, did I change the address?
Times got hard and I fucked off your lashes
Everything real I got my gold veneers added
Mother fuckin’ addict, but I will rock a Patek
If your love was a drug, maybe it’d be acid
I know I lost your trust, but I made you relapse
I gotta be on a pill to tell you how I’m feelin’
I tiptoe around, dance with the devil
I take a ho’-oh out to Bahamas
Shawty ride for a real one like a gunner

I done turned a dancer to a trophy
I done bought rings like Kobe
Never seen her tweaked with emotions, uh
She heard I sip lean, she got emotional
Codeine got my heart like opium
I feel her heart beating when I’m huggin’ her
Take me back to Kingston to see my ancestors
Pissin’ on your grave in some red leather
Pissin’ on your grave in some red leather

Forever is not long enough
If it’s endless what we doin’
Toast codeine, trap stars, what we doin’ (Yeah)

Pluto got twenty girlfriends, damn, I’m doin’ it wrong
Cut off all my hoes, now I’m only puttin’ you in the song
Day one, shawty been with me from the playground
Hey now, baby, that was the reason I was playin’ ’round
Runnin’ like the chicken with his cut off
Through the streets where the freaks love the red leather
On my shoulder blades, in my older age
She the era of my ways, but I’m not totally over all the temptation
Why all the sin give you all the sensation?
Yeah, I’m with Future up in Onyx just wastin’
A lot of money on the stripper education

Throw so much paper that it causin’ inflation
Now it’s late and I’m getting impatient
Might run a train on a bitch, Penn’ station
Nah, I’m playin’, I’m just lit, gettin’ wasted
And she whisper in my ear she wanna taste it
Damn, you makin’ it hard for me
When I’m standin’ strong, I got authority
Will power, when I double bat it, I feel power
Me and Astro, 6’4, we the Twin Towers
Twin Glocks with the switch piece, that extends shots
It’s a metaphor for the boy when you in proximity
I can’t stop right now they gon’ remember me forever

My story’s more clever, my simile’s was better
My energy was never on some “Toughest nigga shit”
I was just a conscious rapper that would fuck a nigga bitch
I was just a college nigga from a rougher premises
Got my nose out the street but I love to get a whiff
Of the action, with risk comes attraction
Blicks get to blastin’ I turn into a track star
Wanted all the hoes, what the fuck you think I rap for?
I been slangin’ the same woods since Hexar
Gem dugger, runnin’ through the ‘Ville with my Timbster
And now I’m with Young Metro in the ‘Ville, bitch it’s incoming
Copin’ all this liquor for the hoes like we McLovin
Thinkin’ to myself “Could I really be with one woman?”
Hm, I think so
But it’s hard when you with your dawgs at the freak show
Thinkin’ I could bag Rubi Rose with a keystroke
Ego, ask yourself, is that gonna bring you peace though?

(Shit, I don’t know)
Forever is not long enough
If it’s endless what we doin’
Either you a rebel, what we doin’
Toast codeine, trap stars, what we doin’