[Chorus]
First thing first, man, it's free up bro
Been locked in that cell I can’t wait till you home
Takin' long drives, sippin' drank to the dome
I just might pop a Perc’ just to fuck with my momma
Came a long way from the trench to the hills
This shit wasn't luck, I was born with the skill
Niggas want me dead, 'cause they dead who they feel
Tell them boy's ''Check the score'', ’cause we up by mil
200 in the Lamb’ with my windows down
Gotta baddie with a friend and they tits all out
Like my car I'm livin’ fast and I can't slow down
I don't do what I can, I'ma go all out
Give a fuck how you feel, I’ma still do me
If you left stay away, 'cause I need my peace
Wasn't there in the storm niggas stepped from me
Shawty left me at my worst she could let me be, aye, aye
[Verse]
I been feelin' like the man when I'm locked in
Y'all niggas got some fans I'm the topic
Bust down, chain on, my neck shit a faucet
They can see me down the block when I'm walkin'
I know she love me for the money, she ain't fool me
But I still give her somethin' 'cause she juicy
I be in the cut like I'm in between her booty
But you ain't never catch me lovin' on a smoochy
Know we rock out when I pop out
We be blixxed up don't get knocked down
She gon' get somebody hurt with that opp mouth
Brody put you inna dirt if you fuck around
When we run down, don't go run now
We got hot shots, you get put down
Please, don't take me as a joke, 'cause I hate clowns
To be a boss I put in work, I can't lay down
[Chorus]
First thing first, man, it's free up bro
Been locked in that cell I can't wait till you home
Takin' long drives, sippin' drank to the dome
I just might pop a Perc' just to fuck with my momma
Came a long way from the trench to the hills
This shit wasn't luck, I was born with the skill
Niggas want me dead, 'cause they dead who they feel
Tell them boy's ''Check the score'', 'cause we up by mil
200 in the Lamb' with my windows down
Gotta baddie with a friend and they tits all out
Like my car I'm livin' fast and I can't slow down
I don't do what I can, I'ma go all out
Give a fuck how you feel, I'ma still do me
If you left stay away, 'cause I need my peace
Wasn't there in the storm niggas stepped from me
Shawty left me at my worst she could let me be, aye, aye
First thing first, man, it's free up bro
Been locked in that cell I can’t wait till you home
Takin' long drives, sippin' drank to the dome
I just might pop a Perc’ just to fuck with my momma
Came a long way from the trench to the hills
This shit wasn't luck, I was born with the skill
Niggas want me dead, 'cause they dead who they feel
Tell them boy's ''Check the score'', ’cause we up by mil
200 in the Lamb’ with my windows down
Gotta baddie with a friend and they tits all out
Like my car I'm livin’ fast and I can't slow down
I don't do what I can, I'ma go all out
Give a fuck how you feel, I’ma still do me
If you left stay away, 'cause I need my peace
Wasn't there in the storm niggas stepped from me
Shawty left me at my worst she could let me be, aye, aye
[Verse]
I been feelin' like the man when I'm locked in
Y'all niggas got some fans I'm the topic
Bust down, chain on, my neck shit a faucet
They can see me down the block when I'm walkin'
I know she love me for the money, she ain't fool me
But I still give her somethin' 'cause she juicy
I be in the cut like I'm in between her booty
But you ain't never catch me lovin' on a smoochy
Know we rock out when I pop out
We be blixxed up don't get knocked down
She gon' get somebody hurt with that opp mouth
Brody put you inna dirt if you fuck around
When we run down, don't go run now
We got hot shots, you get put down
Please, don't take me as a joke, 'cause I hate clowns
To be a boss I put in work, I can't lay down
[Chorus]
First thing first, man, it's free up bro
Been locked in that cell I can't wait till you home
Takin' long drives, sippin' drank to the dome
I just might pop a Perc' just to fuck with my momma
Came a long way from the trench to the hills
This shit wasn't luck, I was born with the skill
Niggas want me dead, 'cause they dead who they feel
Tell them boy's ''Check the score'', 'cause we up by mil
200 in the Lamb' with my windows down
Gotta baddie with a friend and they tits all out
Like my car I'm livin' fast and I can't slow down
I don't do what I can, I'ma go all out
Give a fuck how you feel, I'ma still do me
If you left stay away, 'cause I need my peace
Wasn't there in the storm niggas stepped from me
Shawty left me at my worst she could let me be, aye, aye
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