First Light

4 a.m., I out here smoking on the Nudy

I see the sun rise, now it's time to keep it moving

You **** ain't a threat, who you thought you was behoovin'?

I ride through the county, only bumping old music

I pulled up on my momma just to see what they was doing

I'm headed out to eat, I just ate, but I'm hungry

I ain't finna play with none o' you **** or your homies

He said you wouldn't run, found out that was baloney

Bitch

Yeah, **** hell yeah, send 'em off a cliff

She said I drove her crazy, told that bitch to get a grip

I got the F80, just to add it to the whips

I pull up to the car meet, smoking on the fifth

If I let you slide then consider that a gift

If I'm fucking with her, let her book a lil' trip

I don't remember nothing, but I bet I won't forget

If he run up on me, let the old boat rip

They thought I was sketchy, wise hand on his hip

Stage two tuned, hear the pop when I dip

I'ma raise a cup for the hood and take a sip

I'ma have a fucking blast, crash the event

I'ma tell it to the class, he ain't really rich

Piccadilly eatin' ass, **** talking shit

They was in the club, smoking only one skimp

When I get the steak, I need a side of grilled shrimp

Or go get the crab leg, butter up the bitch

I ain't even flex, I won't butter up the bitch

She wanna pull up just 'cause of the accent

I don't give a fuck, don't give me your two cents

I'ma give it to a junkie like he needed it

She looked up to me and said, "You so conceited-ed"

He said he was coming, but I'm not believing it

Bitch