Pluto, yeah, Pluto, yeah (yeah)
Pluto, yeah (ayy, say gang)
Fifteen karat wedding ring, ain't even married yet (ayy, say gang)
I just bought a bad bitch, I'm such a cash man (ayy, say gang)
Countin' up so much dog shit it look like cow shit (ayy, say gang)
Just popped another X pill, I need to be cautious (ayy, say gang)
Shorty want it down in her lungs, chew a nigga up like gum (what up?)
Skeeted up 'til I got numb, I was so high, I couldn't feel when I cum (ayy, say gang)
Trap full of bricks and bread, came from the blocks servin' crumbs (yeah)
Seven dollar pull up in the slum, gotta motivate a young nigga doin' numbers
Youngin put a switch on a gun, head off, sound like a bomb (brrt)
Slime a bitch out, of course, promise I ain't never gon' turn on my brother, yeah
Everything goes, ain't gotta snipe no hoes
Went through the lows, now I'm 'bout to go and cop 'em both (ayy, say gang)
Cooking out the Pyrex, young nigga sippin' on Hi-Tech (sip it up)
Fly like a pilot, custom made Louis, all ostrich (ayy, say gang)
Went and got a gaffer, ain't have to sell my masters (ayy, say-)
Riding with a smacker (what it do?), turn your little kid to a bastard
Whole lotta cash, yeah, it barely can fit in the bag (yeah)
Count up these bands, yeah, count up so fast they crash (ayy)
I got these suicide bombers, they ready to smash (suicide)
Wipe a nigga nostril, wasn't nothing but an imposter (yeah)
Top Don Dada, so I got a bad bitch roster (yeah, yeah)
Soon as I pulled up, everybody 'round me poured up
The drink got no cut, f*ck around, a nigga might doze off
Spot with no furniture, walk through the bitch got bowls out (yeah)
Look like a stash spot, this that one, we roll out
The one you don't know about, she so bad she don't need no clout
Fifteen karat wedding ring, ain't even married yet (hold on)
I just bought a bad bitch, I'm such a cash man (ayy, say gang)
Countin' up so much dog shit it look like cow shit
Just popped another X pill, I need to be cautious (ayy, say gang)
Shorty want it down in her lungs, chew a nigga up like gum (what up?)
Skeeted up 'til I got numb, I was so high, couldn't feel when I cum (ayy, say gang)
Trap full of bricks and bread, ayy (ski), came from the block servin' crumbs (yeah)
Seven dollar pull up in the slum, that'll motivate 'em, young nigga doin' numbers (ayy, say gang)
Walk outside the bank, look like a robbery now (ayy, say)
Five thousand a pint, I'm 'bout to drank five thou' (ayy, say)
Million dollar whips and then some public housing (ayy, say)
I can change the flow up, I got different styles (ayy, say gang)
Took the G to seven, I'm too high in the clouds (ayy, say)
Forty-seven strippers tryna blow me down (ayy, say)
Took the G to seven, I'm too high in the clouds (ayy, say)
Five thousand a pint, I'm 'bout to drank five thou' (ayy, say gang)
You don't feel what I feel for me
Run this joint, baby
Run this joint, baby
AYE SAY GANG Video (MV)
Overall, "AYE SAY GANG" serves as an anthem of triumph mixed with a cautionary tale. Future vividly illustrates the lifestyle that comes with his success while acknowledging the darker sides, such as drug addiction and the transient nature of relationships.
His lyrics resonate with many, painting a clear picture of what it means to navigate a world filled with temptation and the complexities of loyalty and betrayal. In essence, the song encapsulates the struggle to balance the highs of a prosperous life with the lurking dangers of that very same lifestyle.
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FutureHis lyrics resonate with many, painting a clear picture of what it means to navigate a world filled with temptation and the complexities of loyalty and betrayal. In essence, the song encapsulates the struggle to balance the highs of a prosperous life with the lurking dangers of that very same lifestyle.
From Album: Mixtape Pluto
Genre(s): Hip Hop, R&B
Language: English
Length: 3:28
Written by: Nayvadius Wilburn, Sean Seaton, Wesley Glass, CHE' FUEGO 3000
Produced by: Wheezy, Wong, Neenyo, Che', Fuego 3000
Released: September 20th, 2024
Year: 2024
Future - AYE SAY GANG Lyrics
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Pluto, yeah, Pluto, yeah (yeah)
Pluto, yeah (ayy, say gang)
Fifteen karat wedding ring, ain't even married yet (ayy, say gang)
I just bought a bad bitch, I'm such a cash man (ayy, say gang)
Countin' up so much dog shit it look like cow shit (ayy, say gang)
Just popped another X pill, I need to be cautious (ayy, say gang)
Shorty want it down in her lungs, chew a nigga up like gum (what up?)
Skeeted up 'til I got numb, I was so high, I couldn't feel when I cum (ayy, say gang)
Trap full of bricks and bread, came from the blocks servin' crumbs (yeah)
Seven dollar pull up in the slum, gotta motivate a young nigga doin' numbers
Youngin put a switch on a gun, head off, sound like a bomb (brrt)
Slime a bitch out, of course, promise I ain't never gon' turn on my brother, yeah
Everything goes, ain't gotta snipe no hoes
Went through the lows, now I'm 'bout to go and cop 'em both (ayy, say gang)
Cooking out the Pyrex, young nigga sippin' on Hi-Tech (sip it up)
Fly like a pilot, custom made Louis, all ostrich (ayy, say gang)
Went and got a gaffer, ain't have to sell my masters (ayy, say-)
Riding with a smacker (what it do?), turn your little kid to a bastard
Whole lotta cash, yeah, it barely can fit in the bag (yeah)
Count up these bands, yeah, count up so fast they crash (ayy)
I got these suicide bombers, they ready to smash (suicide)
Wipe a nigga nostril, wasn't nothing but an imposter (yeah)
Top Don Dada, so I got a bad bitch roster (yeah, yeah)
Soon as I pulled up, everybody 'round me poured up
The drink got no cut, f*ck around, a nigga might doze off
Spot with no furniture, walk through the bitch got bowls out (yeah)
Look like a stash spot, this that one, we roll out
The one you don't know about, she so bad she don't need no clout
Fifteen karat wedding ring, ain't even married yet (hold on)
I just bought a bad bitch, I'm such a cash man (ayy, say gang)
Countin' up so much dog shit it look like cow shit
Just popped another X pill, I need to be cautious (ayy, say gang)
Shorty want it down in her lungs, chew a nigga up like gum (what up?)
Skeeted up 'til I got numb, I was so high, couldn't feel when I cum (ayy, say gang)
Trap full of bricks and bread, ayy (ski), came from the block servin' crumbs (yeah)
Seven dollar pull up in the slum, that'll motivate 'em, young nigga doin' numbers (ayy, say gang)
Walk outside the bank, look like a robbery now (ayy, say)
Five thousand a pint, I'm 'bout to drank five thou' (ayy, say)
Million dollar whips and then some public housing (ayy, say)
I can change the flow up, I got different styles (ayy, say gang)
Took the G to seven, I'm too high in the clouds (ayy, say)
Forty-seven strippers tryna blow me down (ayy, say)
Took the G to seven, I'm too high in the clouds (ayy, say)
Five thousand a pint, I'm 'bout to drank five thou' (ayy, say gang)
You don't feel what I feel for me
Run this joint, baby
Run this joint, baby
Pluto, yeah (ayy, say gang)
Fifteen karat wedding ring, ain't even married yet (ayy, say gang)
I just bought a bad bitch, I'm such a cash man (ayy, say gang)
Countin' up so much dog shit it look like cow shit (ayy, say gang)
Just popped another X pill, I need to be cautious (ayy, say gang)
Shorty want it down in her lungs, chew a nigga up like gum (what up?)
Skeeted up 'til I got numb, I was so high, I couldn't feel when I cum (ayy, say gang)
Trap full of bricks and bread, came from the blocks servin' crumbs (yeah)
Seven dollar pull up in the slum, gotta motivate a young nigga doin' numbers
Youngin put a switch on a gun, head off, sound like a bomb (brrt)
Slime a bitch out, of course, promise I ain't never gon' turn on my brother, yeah
Everything goes, ain't gotta snipe no hoes
Went through the lows, now I'm 'bout to go and cop 'em both (ayy, say gang)
Cooking out the Pyrex, young nigga sippin' on Hi-Tech (sip it up)
Fly like a pilot, custom made Louis, all ostrich (ayy, say gang)
Went and got a gaffer, ain't have to sell my masters (ayy, say-)
Riding with a smacker (what it do?), turn your little kid to a bastard
Whole lotta cash, yeah, it barely can fit in the bag (yeah)
Count up these bands, yeah, count up so fast they crash (ayy)
I got these suicide bombers, they ready to smash (suicide)
Wipe a nigga nostril, wasn't nothing but an imposter (yeah)
Top Don Dada, so I got a bad bitch roster (yeah, yeah)
Soon as I pulled up, everybody 'round me poured up
The drink got no cut, f*ck around, a nigga might doze off
Spot with no furniture, walk through the bitch got bowls out (yeah)
Look like a stash spot, this that one, we roll out
The one you don't know about, she so bad she don't need no clout
Fifteen karat wedding ring, ain't even married yet (hold on)
I just bought a bad bitch, I'm such a cash man (ayy, say gang)
Countin' up so much dog shit it look like cow shit
Just popped another X pill, I need to be cautious (ayy, say gang)
Shorty want it down in her lungs, chew a nigga up like gum (what up?)
Skeeted up 'til I got numb, I was so high, couldn't feel when I cum (ayy, say gang)
Trap full of bricks and bread, ayy (ski), came from the block servin' crumbs (yeah)
Seven dollar pull up in the slum, that'll motivate 'em, young nigga doin' numbers (ayy, say gang)
Walk outside the bank, look like a robbery now (ayy, say)
Five thousand a pint, I'm 'bout to drank five thou' (ayy, say)
Million dollar whips and then some public housing (ayy, say)
I can change the flow up, I got different styles (ayy, say gang)
Took the G to seven, I'm too high in the clouds (ayy, say)
Forty-seven strippers tryna blow me down (ayy, say)
Took the G to seven, I'm too high in the clouds (ayy, say)
Five thousand a pint, I'm 'bout to drank five thou' (ayy, say gang)
You don't feel what I feel for me
Run this joint, baby
Run this joint, baby
Writer: Nayvadius Wilburn, Sean Seaton, Wesley Glass, CHE' FUEGO 3000
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
