Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song First Off, artist - Future. Date of issue: 19.01.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
First Off |
| PJ takin' off and I ain’t stoppin', no |
| Louis V belts, Louis V on my walls |
| Fishscale, nigga, I can’t fuck with no laws (Yeah) |
| Never fear what’s on my lens, I see fugazi |
| I should pee on this bitch and make her pay me (Yeah) |
| Started off surfin' on a codeine wave |
| I don’t exchange info with these niggas |
| They some opps, you can kill 'em, they ain’t with us |
| Ordered a pound of gas to smoke, I need a fill up (Yeah) |
| Got a line on good Gelato and Gorilla |
| Hella freaky with me, know you gon' get hit up |
| Steppin' over dead bodies in Margielas |
| I touched a hundred M’s and I’ve been gettin' better (Ooh) |
| In a red Bugatti, gave it right to valet |
| Shoot his head off right, it get you new Sheneneh |
| Shootin' dice all night, yeah, me and Dae Dae |
| We had to work the one on 'em, it was a good payday |
| It was a teenager, they put him on the news where I’m from |
| He let off 40 shots, he can’t get no bond |
| Closed on when he shoppin', when he kill him, he young |
| They ever get caught snitchin', they gon' cut off your tongue |
| I can’t wait 'til they set the rat up, yeah |
| I was catchin' juugs, now a nigga a millionaire |
| I get the rap check and I avoid the paps |
| I get NBA money and ain’t been in the draft |
| Yeah, I’m back on the Forbes, shit crazy (Yeah) |
| I make more than Dwyane Wade, baby (Pop it, pop it) |
| I’m a street nigga and I stay faded |
| Never worked in a gym, but I weighed it |
| First off, you get the ammo, then you cock it (Straight up) |
| First off, we had to blast off like a rocket (Uh) |
| I put the Patek water on, but I got options |
| PJ takin' off and I ain’t stoppin', no |
| Louis V belts, Louis V on my walls |
| Fishscale, nigga, I can’t fuck with no laws |
| Never fear what’s on my lens, I see fugazi |
| I should pee on this bitch and make her pay me |
| Bound to cut off where it’s dim and pour above the rim (Yeah) |
| Get the backend at the door and let the dogs kill (Dogs) |
| Point 'em out, then turn around, that’s how we let 'em in |
| Paranoid, one conversation, then I switch the SIM (Oh) |
| This took like NBA business, I ain’t talkin' scrimmage (NBA) |
| You know I’m James Bond with it, Harden with the finish |
| The whip’s got curtain options in it, I don’t need it tinted |
| Just need the option not to see 'em when I’m ridin' in it |
| Used to spend checks on my Nikes, now they pay me (Yeah) |
| Got some Bulls cheerleaders and they wavy (Alright) |
| Number one off in my city like McGrady (Straight up) |
| Yeah I’m back on the Forbes, shit crazy |
| Roll some OG gas, I can’t let 'em breathe (It's lit) |
| Pop me ten to three, I can’t let 'em sleep (Pop it, pop it) |
| Flyin' through the clouds in somethin' heavenly |
| (To these racks, way up, way up) |
| Yeah, back on the Forbes, shit crazy |
| I make more than Dwayne Wade, baby |
| I’m a street nigga and I stay faded |
| Never worked in a gym, but I weighed it |
| First off, you get the ammo, then you cock it (Straight up) |
| First off, we had to blast off like a rocket |
| I put the Patek water on, but I got options (It's lit) |
| PJ takin' off and I ain’t stoppin', no |
| Louis V belts, Louis V on my walls |
| Fishscale, nigga, I can’t fuck with no laws |
| Never fear what’s on my lens, I see fugazi |
| I should pee on this bitch and make her pay me |
| Back on the Forbes, shit crazy (Yeah) |
| I make more than Dwayne Wade, baby (Yeah) |
| I’m a street nigga and I stay faded |
| Never worked in a gym, but I weighed it |