First Class

Ima be a star wippin' out in first class

Run into the bank gettin' cottage gettin' gas

Lil' bitch I'm goin' first you ain't never see me last

I remember talkin' shit now they want me on they tracks

Tell me who want the funk baby who you tryna press

Steady toatin' pistols that'll only hit the head

Ten toes down boy I'm thuggin' to the death

Way above the rim never goin' for the neck

Hop up in the Porsche put the peddle to the floor

100 in a 30 boy I'm pushin' that torque

Iron in the seat gotta hit a couple doors

I'm the Teflon don hommie ye ain't war

If the pussy want drama we gon put em' in a casket

100 round drum for a bitch goin' batshit

2-4-7 goin' hard I'm a Tastet

3-6-5 goin' hard with the ratchet

S'whole check on my neck

Stay strapped with a vest

But I keep it lowkey they ain't aimin' for my chest

Gun stocks I invest

Ready for the test

Pussy never push me but they wanna see me dead

Like southside midtown baby from the project

Park on my block boy you finna get a car jacked

Tuck two glocks and they better be cocked back

If the drama pull up show out make em run track

Ima be a star wippin' out in first class

Run into the bank gettin' cottage gettin' gas

Lil' bitch I'm goin' first you ain't never see me last

I remember talkin' shit now they want me on they tracks

Tell me who want the funk baby who you tryna press

Steady toatin' pistols that'll only hit the head

Ten toes down boy I'm thuggin' to the death

Way above the rim never goin' for the neck

Hey mama-cita hey mama-cita hey

You want a lil' money I can dip into the bank

If you got the ass for it I can make it rain

Shit if you make it clap for me I might get a ring

Ric Flair flashback lemme see them rings

Pro Club shirt with the Louis V. Jeans

Chains on my neck be your bust down dreams

And the J's on my feet all black with the team

Fuck around find out boy I got the strap

Ride around the city with a 20 on my lap

They hate when they see you gettin' money outta trap

Gassin' like they gangsta but they hidin' where they at

Aye

Fuckin' with a real one Jimmy be the boss

Ya mans got drip but baby he ain't got the sauce

Ya girlfriend like me she luh the way I talk

And I taught her my lingo and she ain't get it wrong

Ima be a star wippin' out in first class

Run into the bank gettin' cottage gettin' gas

Lil' bitch I'm goin' first you ain't never see me last

I remember talkin' shit now they want me on they tracks

Tell me who want the funk baby who you tryna press

Steady toatin' pistols that'll only hit the head

Ten toes down boy I'm thuggin' to the death

Way above the rim never goin' for the neck

Ima be a star wippin' out in first class

Run into the bank gettin' cottage gettin' gas

Lil' bitch I'm goin' first you ain't never see me last

I remember talkin' shit now they want me on they tracks

Tell me who want the funk baby who you tryna press

Steady toatin' pistols that'll only hit the head

Ten toes down boy I'm thuggin' to the death

Way above the rim never goin' for the neck