First Show Lyrics
Gang, aye, yeah, yeah, aye
I’m on some different shit, feel me?
Yeah, gang
They like, “Damn, boy, you got your own flow, you on some different shit” (Yeah)
This hoe getting my nerves, I need a different bitch
I don’t wear designer, I be stepping in some simple shit (On God)
Oh yeah, I’m finna pop my shit like a pimple bitch
Tell me how you hating on n**** you don’t even know? (What the fuck?)
Hoes be out here really cap, I call ’em Pinocchio (Pinocchio)
I’ll never switch up on bro, I’m sticking to the code (To the code)
N***** hating on my motion, this shit getting old
At my first show, I might have your bitch front row (Front row)
White bitch, look like Elsa, had to let her go (Let her go)
I’m really snappin’ in this rap, just had to let you know (Let you know)
A n**** high but sometimes I be feeling low (Feeling low)
I’m tryna run that money up, I need my hundreds all in rolls
I’m in Tallahassee, n****, uh, with the Seminoles
Got a n**** snapping back to back, I’m really in that mode
Jump inside that Trackhawk and I’ma whip it like some dough (Whip it up)
Jump inside that Trackhawk, yeah, you can hear the motor (Yeah)
I been kissing Mary Jane, you can smell the odor
Young, steady getting wiser, as I’m getting older (Getting older)
I need to go and grab a coat, my heart been getting colder (Getting colder)
I’m John Cena in this rap, no, you ain’t seeing me
It’s a bad white bitch, she come from Tennessee (Tennessee)
I ain’t fuckin’ with that jit, he ain’t no friend of me (Friend of me)
Luh Tyler snappin’ on the beat, you feel the energy (Energy)
Young n**** raw as fuck, I’m already knowing
I was talkin’ to Lil Gnar, he told me, “Keep going”
I just jump on the beat and I just keep flowing
I been running up a check, the money steady growing
I been running up a check, I want my money tall (Money tall)
I’ma put my n**** on, so, now, we all ball (Ball)
On all ten, standing tall, I can never fall (Fall)
A n**** feel like John Wall, I just wanna ball (Ball)
I been on a paper race, getting to the cake (To the cake)
If you ain’t on a money chase then we can’t relate (Can’t relate)
A n**** feel like Frosted Flakes, I been feeling great (Great)
You won’t catch me in the mix, I be out the way (Out the way)
You can tell a n**** booted, look into my eyes (Eyes)
I be kissing mary jane, right now, we in the sky (We in the sky)
Uh, uh, uh, uh, feeling like that guy
Kick that bitch straight out that spot, tell that hoe, “Goodbye”
I get dumb on the beat but I be moving wise
You can’t see me in the rap, it ain’t no need in trying
Aye, yuh, it ain’t no need to try it (It ain’t no need to try)
Skii