She Never Been To Pluto
Descrição
She Never Been To Pluto" de Future mergulha o ouvinte em um universo de opulência e transgressão. A faixa celebra uma ascensão meteórica da pobreza ao luxo extremo, onde lagostas substituem miojos e bolsos se tornam "maiores que um sumo". O artista exibe uma riqueza avassaladora, com marcas de grife e joias, mas mantém uma conexão inabalável com o ambiente de rua e o "trap". Há uma forte glorificação de um estilo de vida hedonista e agressivo, marcado por referências a armas, violência e confrontos com "opps". A faixa também se destaca pela objetificação de mulheres, que são retratadas como descartáveis ou objetos de desejo e status. A repetição do título sugere um nível de experiência e exclusividade que poucos podem alcançar, consolidando a imagem de um ser que transcendeu o comum, como se estivesse em "Pluto".
Letra
Woah
Woah
Woah
(Ayy, Brandon, man, why you do that?)
Kick a bitch out like toodles (toodles)
Lobster on my plate, came a long way from noodles (from noodles)
My pockets gettin' bigger than a sumo (woah)
Baby Sasuke, whippin' up Naruto (Sasuke)
Clap it up, give a young nigga kudos (kudos)
I remember I was with your bitch, she was coolin', yeah (yeah)
She was kickin' shit with me like judo (judo)
Knock it out the park, home run, Albert Pujols (yeah)
She ain't never never been to Pluto, yeah (woah)
Young nigga stay in the same drama, uh
Fuckin' on another nigga baby mama, uh
Got a hood bitch named Shayanna (yeah)
Got a Draco, the A with the K out it, uh (yeah)
I shoot the three like I'm Ray Allen (yeah, yeah)
Ayy, the trap, I can't stay out it (uh, yeah)
My niggas, they used to pray out it, yeah
We got lot of bands, I turned to a bandit, yeah
I just popped a half and I'm not landin', yeah
I just know she bad and she too savage (yeah)
Everything I do is outstanding (yeah)
Everything on me Balenci' (Balenci', yeah)
Balenci', Balenci', Balenci (let's go, let's go)
Balenci', Balenci', Balenci (Balenci', Balenci')
This Rollie don't do no tick-ticky (no ticky)
My diamonds hit back like a Frisbee (Frisbee)
And none of my bitches is picky (picky)
Pat in love with my coupe like it's Missy (woah)
I might just go cop a new cul-de-sac
Fuck on your bitch and put that ho to bed
These niggas broke, no, they don't got no bread (yeah)
I done carried the game, I ain't weak in my legs (I carried the game)
What? Weak in my legs, with your bitch, yeah
Fuck on your ho and she givin' me head
After I'm done, put that lil' bitch to bed, heard what I said? (Yeah)
Order up a shooter and I pull up a sniper
My bro pull up and he shootin' the rifle (yeah)
We smash out and swerve in the Viper
My jacket made out of tiger (rawr)
My cars made out carbon fiber (yeah)
Foreign whip, pull up beside you (foreign)
Bitch, we done shot up the opps (the opps)
Them niggas dead on arrival (bow)
Might as well go outer space on these hoes
Might as well go outer space (how?)
Tell me when you ready, yeah
Tell me when you ready (go), yeah
Push the Rolls-Royce like a Chevy (skrrt)
And I got a horse like Billy Ray Cyrus (skrrt, skrrt)
Bando to bando to bando
I'm havin' a seizure with the Draco, slidin' (brr)
Young 'dem came through and sprayed up the spot
You hear, "Kaboom" on me, then you hear sirens
Runnin' the road like Boston, Georgia, Diego, I can't hide it (Freebandz)
Started out runnin' with the goonies, now I got no stylist, a nigga stylish
Should've put your bitch in the boonies where you can't find her, 'cause when we find her (go)
I know I'm goin' bezerko, that's for-sure-ski, look at my shirt (for-sure-ski)
I know I'm goin' satin and silk Hermès on my curtains, yeah
Bustdown baguettes, put on my wrist and my chest, I'm getting so wet (skrrt)
Comin' correct, you already know how niggas comin', the drum hold a fifth (woo)
Turn up, yeah, gotta keep that track (turn up)
Tell me when you're ready, yeah
Diamonds all baguetties, yeah
Got a bad-ass bitch, yeah (woo)
I just took her from a lame (yeah)
Chopped her like hedges
I line that shit up like edges (line 'em up)
I wrap the bill up like a presi'
I got my side bitch tryna go steady
I put these carats on my ring
Ain't tryna marry no bitch 'til I'm ready (hey)
Man, that pretty lil' shit, I done stabbed in it
Hit the dougie in it, then I dabbed in it
A stallion draped in medallion, but her Ferrari Italian
I'm out of here, all the way out of here
Baby Pluto all the way out of here
I'm stylin' you, baby, I'm stylin' you
Lacing you up in designer gear
I'm proud of you, nigga, you droppin' them bodies
You get you a Bird membership
A gang of niggas gon' go up when I go up
I can't forget 'em (gang)
Gírias
O termo "Baby Sasuke, whippin' up Naruto" refere-se a um contexto de criação ou manipulação poderosa, frequentemente aludindo à "cozinha" de drogas ou à orquestração de grandes planos, utilizando referências aos personagens de anime. "Popped a half and I'm not landin'" descreve a experiência de consumir metade de uma pílula potente (comumente um opioide ou sedativo) e sentir um efeito eufórico ou desorientador prolongado. A expressão "Rollie don't do no tick-ticky" exalta a qualidade superior de um relógio de luxo Rolex, que não emite o som característico de um relógio comum, sublinhando sua exclusividade e valor. "Boston, Georgia, Diego" são menções a localidades, possivelmente indicando rotas de tráfico ou áreas de influência nas operações de rua do artista. Por fim, "Bird membership" sugere a conquista de um status ou afiliação dentro de uma organização de rua ou gangue, muitas vezes ligada à execução de atos violentos ou à demonstração de lealdade.