First Show (OG Version)

Gang, ay, yeah

Yeah, ay

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 ho gettin' my nerves, I need a different bitch

I don't wear designer, I be steppin' in some simple shit (on God)

Oh yeah, I'm finna pop my shit like a pimple, bitch (oh yeah, Chris)

Tell me how you hatin' on **** you don't even know? (What the fuck?)

Hos be out here really cap, call 'em Pinocchio (Pinocchio)

I would never switch up on bro, I'm stickin' to the code (to the code)

**** hatin' on my motion, this shit gettin' 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 **** high, but sometimes, I be feelin' low (feelin' low)

I'm tryna run that money up, I need my hunnids all in rolls

I'm in Tallahassee, ****, uh, with the Seminoles

Got a **** snappin' 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 kissin' Mary Jane, you can smell the odor

Young, steady gettin' wiser, as I'm gettin' older (gettin' older)

I need to go and grab a coat, my heart been gettin' colder (gettin' colder)

I'm John Cena in this rap, no, you ain't seein' 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 **** raw as fuck, I'm already knowin'

I was talkin' to Lil Gnar, he told me, "Keep goin'" (oh, yeah, that's gang)

I just jump up on the beat and I just keep flowin'

I been runnin' up a check, the money steady growin' (stack it up)

I been runnin' up a check, I want my money tall (money tall)

I'ma put my **** on, so, now, we all ball (we all ball)

On all ten, standin' tall, I can never fall (never fall)

A **** feel like John Wall, I just wanna ball (wanna ball)

I been on a paper race, gettin' to the cake (to the cake)

If you ain't on a money chase, then we can't relate (we can't relate)

A **** feel like Frosted Flakes, I been feelin' great (great)

You won't catch me in the mix, a **** out the way (out the way)

You can tell a **** booted, look into my eyes (yeah, my eyes)

I be kissin' Mary Jane, right now, we in the sky (we in the sky)

Uh, uh, uh, uh, feelin' like that guy

Kick that bitch straight out that spot, tell the ho, "Goodbye"

I get dumb on the beat, but I be movin' wise

You can't see me in this rap, it ain't no need to try

Ay, yeah, it ain't no need to try

Skii