Interstate 10 (Explicit) - Mustard/Future

Lyrics by：Dijon Mcfarlane/Shah Rukh Zaman Khan/Nayvadius Demun Wilburn/Justus West

Composed by：Dijon Mcfarlane/Shah Rukh Zaman Khan/Nayvadius Demun Wilburn/Justus West

Future/YG：

This s**t breaking a n***a heart

Yeah

The person they want a n***a to be

Where that s**t go

This s**t breaking my heart

The gang

This s**t you never see

10 Summers yeah

Mustard on the beat ho

Future：

Yeah skinny jeans on me with extendo

Hanging with them young n***as flocking pulling kick doors

Yeah we was hanging at the bando

Fully loaded clip went and snatched up a Benzo

Flew them Dracos out of LA on a PJ

And we taking off no delay

No delay we taking up the murder rate

Everything from chinchos to parquet

Future：

Audemar baguette have it tinted better reli-lax

Money coming through blue hundreds on impact

Married to the game cop new pink stones

No new friends cop five new phone

Aston money need to be the right one

Double up my cups ooh-ooh pop one

Cop new drops upper echelon

Hustlers dream to live lavish

In the middle of the night go to Saturn

Two-tone Patek go spazzing

Ten brand new whips in traffic

No evidence no lacking

Bentley routine go re-up

Fully loaded magazine when you see us

It's a full time job tryna stay on point

Glock four-zero hollow points yeah

Future：

Yeah skinny jeans on me with extendo

Hanging with them young n***as flocking pulling kick doors

Yeah we was hanging at the bando

Fully loaded clip went and snatched up a Benzo

Flew them Dracos out of LA on a PJ

And we taking off no delay

No delay we taking up the murder rate

Everything from chinchos to parquet

Future：

Game chose me I ain't choose this

Empty out the clip before you lose this

If your city on your back and your shoulder

You gotta rally you gotta spray like a soldier

Vultures they come with the territory

V12 your motor is mandatory

Whipping the soda be cool do the speed

Make it on Interstate 10 and achieve

This is not regular time you gon' bleed

Came from the game ain't no trust pushing keys

From the cook up to the tour bus

You see how far ambition took us

We bring all the hood n***as with us

They non-believers we made 'em believe us

From my block to your block they love homicides

Looking like a foreign dealership outside yeah

Future：

Skinny jeans on me with extendo

Hanging with them young n***as flocking pulling kick doors

Yeah we was hanging at the bando

Fully loaded clip went and stashed up a benzo

Flew the dracos out at LA on a PJ

And we're taking off no delay

No delay we're taking off the murder rate

Everything from chinchos to parquet

Future：

Interstate 10

We risked it all to get it in

And we would risk it again

It's breaking my heart with this currency throwin'

It's breaking my heart

It's tearing me up what you're doing to me

It's tearing me apart

This greed and this envy I don't know where to go

Don't know where to start