Wheezy – Guillotine (ft. Future & Yo Gotti) (Audio, Lyrics)

Wheezy is back with “Guillotine” featuring Future & Yo Gotti. Listen, stream, buy, mp3 download and read the lyrics to the song produced by Wheezy.

Wheezy Guillotine

Wheezy really is outta here these days. Not only has the prolific producer recently scored the entirety of his Nav collaboration album Emergency Tsunami, which crashed ashore this past Friday, but he’s also been putting in work on various cuts. Most recently comes “Guillotine,” a new banger with Yo Gotti and Future stemming from the upcoming True To The Game 2 soundtrack. As expected, Wheezy comes correct with a hard-hitting instrumental, lining up an up-tempo and vaguely sinister instrumental — the perfect backdrop for Future’s unique brand of luxurious toxicity.

“Everywhere I go bitches call me a king, count so much money gotta bring the machine,” he raps. “Sticks like Hibachi the one with the beam.” It’s not exactly an urgent verse from the High Off Life rapper, who seems content to coast on the strength of charisma alone. His energy is matched by Yo Gotti, who plays the wingman ably enough with his own array of flexes. “She gave me head in that new Lamborghini, you bought a Birkin I bought the bikini,” he raps, alluding to the recent Birkin debate that left once-happy couples in shambles. “This Patek 0101 you never seen it.”

Wheezy – Guillotine (ft. Future & Yo Gotti) (prod. Wheezy)

Lyrics

[Intro: Future]
(Wheezy outta here)
Yeah (Yeah)
Yeah (Yeah)
Yeah (Yeah)
Yeah (Yeah)
Yeah (Yeah)

[Chorus: Future]
I made the bitch disappear like Houdini
She ride on me just like the new Lamborghini
Took a few links out the Rolex, I feel like a god, [?] Jeezy
Everywhere I go bitches call me a king
Count so much money gotta bring the machine
Sticks like Hibachi the one with the beam
F and N out look at agency
Sleepin’ on me, crank the car with no kеy
Usually I’m pourin’ up exotic tea
Drinkin’ on O with a bad lil’ freak
Trappin’ [?] got thе white in green
Coast to coast, flippin’ exotic teams
I hit your hoe in the trap with the lean
Have one hell of time whenever we link
Haulin’ our way to the Philippines

[Verse 1: Future]
Purchase ammo for my guillotine
Do what I did and I got me some things I ain’t never seen
Pourin’ it up like it’s caffeine
Came out the gutter, word up to my mother
I came out the gutter to a magazine
Scraped in the field ‘fore they catchin’ these stains
In the field and you know I’m not an athlete
Benjamin Franklins done got in my pockets, done got in my veins, they done got in my pores
Surf in Australia, surf in America, surf in [?], surf in Dior
Rich nigga fucked that bitch just like I’m poor
Stars on the ceilin’, Rolls Royce on the floor
Stars on the ceilin’, Rolls Royce on the floor

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[Chorus: Future]
I made the bitch disappear like Houdini
She ride on me just like the new Lamborghini
Took a few links out the Rolex, I feel like a god, [?] Jeezy
Everywhere I go bitches call me a king
Count so much money gotta bring the machine
Sticks like Hibachi the one with the beam
F and N out look at agency
Sleepin’ on me, crank the car with no key
Usually I’m pourin’ up exotic tea
Drinkin’ on O with a bad lil’ freak
Trappin’ [?] got the white in green
Coast to coast, flippin’ exotic teams
I hit your hoe in the trap with the lean
Have one hell of time whenever we link (Yeah)
Haulin’ our way to the Philippines

[Verse 2: Yo Gotti]
I’m true to the game, I never been lame
I got her a Rolls truck, iced out her chain
Put dirt on my name, I knock out your brain
And I’m burnin’ her head in the new Mulsanne
These ain’t baguette, they emerald cuts
Got a new bitch, she a bougie lil’ slut
Ain’t no meetin’ with me unless it’s millions and up
Ain’t no kickin’ with me unless the bitch wanna fuck
Had choppers in the bando, you already know that
Ask about me, you know I’m somewhere where your hoe at
Turn me up, throwback
And you know it’s fuck 12, gotta know that (Your heard me)
I made the bitch disappear like Houdini
She gave me head in that new Lamborghini
You bought her Birkin, I bought the bikini
This Patek is one of one, you never seen it

[Chorus: Future]
I made the bitch disappear like Houdini
She ride on me just like the new Lamborghini
Took a few links out the Rolex, I feel like a god, [?] Jeezy
Everywhere I go bitches call me a king
Count so much money gotta bring the machine
Sticks like Hibachi the one with the beam
F and N out look at agency
Sleepin’ on me, crank the car with no key
Usually I’m pourin’ up exotic tea
Drinkin’ on O with a bad lil’ freak
Trappin’ [?] got the white in green
Coast to coast, flippin’ exotic teams
I hit your hoe in the trap with the lean
Have one hell of time whenever we link
Haulin’ our way to the Philippines