1st N 3rd

DY Krazy
Man, this sound like that first and the third sh*t
D. Hill (Pluto)
Skrrt, skrrt
Yeah, finessin and trappin and trappin and trappin
Finessin and trappin and trappin and trappin (Lets go)
Finessin and trappin and trappin and trappin (What we doing?)
Finessin and trappin, yeah
Finessin and trappin and trappin and trappin
Finessin and trappin and trappin and trappin
Finessin and trappin, yeah
Finessin and trappin, woah
Drinkin on lean by the four (Woah)
Anywhere I go, I glow (Woah)
First and the third , it roll (Woah)
Junkies, they beatin down the door (Woo)
Thumb through that sack when I count up that check
Like Im playin three dice, Im breakin the bank
Servin that fish, they be drownin your nose
Trappin and rappin and droppin off loads
Secret department, its strapped with the pole
Step in designer, they zipped up
Japanese b**ches from Hong Kong
Makin my digits, Im long gone
Pitchin them chickens like John Smoltz
Hit on that thot, she say bravo
Serve out the spot, Im gettin nachos
Turbo, I smash out on po -po
Aint no tint on the Maybach, a fishbowl
Movin narcotics with pink toes
Had to go buy me a mink coat
Cook up a key and whip up a key, aint talkin piano
Came from the streets, got on my feet, and hopped in a Lambo
I had a plug before I got a buzz, I bought me a bando
Im on the d**gs and Im on that mud, I count up two hundo
F **k all them duds, aint no one to trust, you gotta let your gun go
I told you mob shit, gon pop sh*t for Lil Marlo
Blatt, blatt
Yeah, finessin and trappin and trappin and trappin
Finessin and trappin and trappin and trappin (Lets go)
Finessin and trappin and trappin and trappin (What we doing?)
Finessin and trappin, yeah
Finessin and trappin and trappin and trappin
Finessin and trappin and trappin and trappin
Finessin and trappin, yeah
Finessin and trappin, woah
Drinkin on lean by the four (Woah)
Anywhere I go, I glow ( Woah)
Three-point-five for the low (Woo)
Junkies, they beatin down the door (Woo)
Thumb through that sack when I count up that check
Like Im playin three dice , Im breakin the bank
Servin that fish, they be drownin your nose
Trappin and rappin and droppin off loads
First and third, we rollin
I jump in the deuce and I make this shit jump to a four, n**ga
I get these b**ches for low
Long live Mexico, D comin straight off the boat
And Im stackin these bricks up and servin a hundred
Got me whippin that work and Im cookin that order
I aint know that was your daughter
But I hit it once, psych, f**ked her for brunch and lunch
Want the plug send a thousand bags, give it a month
Only want the fishscale, give me that d**e
Eight years old when I jumped off the porch
By the time I was ten, n**ga gave me the ropes
By twelve years old, Im the baby lil G.O.A.T.
N**ga fourteen, f*^kin on grown-up h*es
When I come to your place, gotta know Im on go
And I only use the stove when Im whippin that d**e
Gotta free J-Rock
I seen that J hit a rock to the face
And I bought me a nine, whip the nine with the bang
Tote load in from behind, n**ga , I move the yay
Young n**ga kickin that d**e, uh
Im rockin all white like Im a pope
And Im still a young n**ga, but I give you some hope (Young)
Yeah, finessin and trappin and trappin and trappin
Finessin and trappin and trappin and trappin (Lets go)
Finessin and trappin and trappin and trappin (What we doing?)
Finessin and trappin, yeah
Finessin and trappin and trappin and trappin
Finessin and trappin and trappin and trappin
Finessin and trappin, yeah
Finessin and trappin, woah
Drinkin on lean by the four ( Woah)
Anywhere I go, I glow (Woah)
Three-point-five for the low (Woo)
Junkies, they beatin down the door (Woo)
Thumb through that sack when I count up that check
Like Im playin three dice, Im breakin the bank
Servin that fish, they be drownin your nose
Trappin and rappin and droppin off loads
Lamborghini Baby, Im turnt
I dont want the b** ch, she burnt
I was gettin money back then, ask whoever
Million dollar spots, on God, had several
Now Im booked up, you can check my schedule
Swear I aint regular, two hundred racks for these shows
I used to package the bows
He get finessed if he go
Uppin the strap if he dont
First and the third, every day on my phone
We put them packs in the zone
Run through the 6 with this shit
I took a risk to get rich
Me and Marlo on the highway
He go his way, I go my way
You can smell it from the driveway
F**k the neighbors, they can call em
Hope my country boy get all em
We ride through traffic tomorrow
Get a condo for the guala
Did the impossible, I used to drive an Impala
Still riding round with that chopper
Thats how I gotta be, I dont see nobody stoppin me
Im at the pent, aint nobody on top of me
Still in the hood, I feel like its a part of me
I ran it up, I made it out of poverty
Is you proud of me?
Yeah, finessin and trappin and trappin and trappin
Finessin and trappin and trappin and trappin (Lets go)
Finessin and trappin and trappin and trappin (What we doing?)
Finessin' and trappin, yeah
Finessin and trappin and trappin and trappin
Finessin and trappin and trappin and trappin
Finessin and trappin, yeah
Finessin and trappin, woah
Drinkin on lean by the four (Woah)
Anywhere I go, I glow (Woah)
Three-point-five for the low (Woo)
Junkies, they beatin down the door (Woo)
Thumb through that sack when I count up that check
Like Im playin three dice, Im breakin the bank
Servin that fish, they be drownin your nose
Trappin and rappin and droppin off loads