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(First things first let me hit it)

6 figure nigga slinging medium size
She say oh lord when it's me inside
T-T-Took a long time just to get like this
Chasing after hoes started fucking up my chips
Kiss me on the cheek 'cause I'm loyal to my bitch
N-N-Never fly a tina if I ever take a trip
Balenci' got me razer so I put on my Ramones
If she wants some dick I tell her baby it's at home
Oh you ain't a freak well let me take you to the door
Yellow bone tiger stripes baby I adore
I-I-If your toes pretty I could put 'em in Dior
Always keep the peace cause in my bed I give her war
Pussy too good you can't buy it in the store
Let me start to brag 'bout my style you can't afford
Laughing at the bank I put a milli' on the board

(HELLO!)
(First things first let 'em get it)

Packman and XR lil' baby with the bidness' (Y'ello)
Cut a gram off a brick just to test it let her sniff it (Ouu)
Took a star out the sky Amiri stitched it on my britches (Yee)
Quay can take me out can't gulp it gotta sip it
Since Hov dropped D'USSÈ we ain't fuckin with the Henny (Noo!)
Tall bitches act too stupid got me fuckin with the midgets
My main bitch treat bad so I'm lovin' on my mistress (Y'ello)
Pack' a funny rapper how the fuck that nigga winning ?
R-Rap niggas say I'm funny but some how them niggas mimic
Named a Glock after my granny 'cause the blicky keep a switchy (Pow)
Took a donut to ice box told 'em put it on my pendent (Ice)
The 'Rarri real pressed against my stomach I can't steer it (Uh)
Made 30 off of packs before I ever wrote a lyric
I be stingy on a bitch if she can't help a nigga get it
Made a million last year and still ridin' flights on spirit (Nigga)

(First's thing's first let me hit it)
(Lunch Crew)

Before Rhudeboy signed myself for the get back
Love a rich bitch who suck dick when she get mad
Got benny franklin ringing me up on my cell
Labels keep calling trynna figure out my wealth
Hopping out the van like Takeoff cause I pop shit
Took my lil' baby to the tropics cause she mop shit
Scoring on you niggas ugly faces you can't block us
N-N-Niggas in they bag cause I pull up and I rock shit
I'm a franchise nigga
Lean with it rock it
Me and Packman 2 peas in a pod nigga
Bitches for the team bouncing knees on yacht (Yacht)
Know a couple niggas down to squeeze on the Glocks (Glock)
A-Cold-WALL the shirt
Gucci on my socks
I'm a big nigga but I still chase a big bag
They done let me through the door (Huh!)
now they big mad
(Bitch)

(First's thing's first let me end it)

Written by:
BRIAN WILLAMS, MICHAEL LORENZO, TYREE THOMAS

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