Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song 1st N 3rd, artist - Marlo. Album song 1st & 3rd, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 13.02.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Quality Control
Song language: English
1st N 3rd |
| DY Krazy |
| Man, this sound like that first and the third shit |
| D. Hill (Pluto) |
| Skrrt, skrrt |
| Yeah, finessin' and trappin' and trappin' and trappin' |
| Finessin' and trappin' and trappin' and trappin' (Let's 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 I’m playin' three dice, I’m breakin' the bank |
| Servin' that fish, they be drownin' your nose |
| Trappin' and rappin' and droppin' off loads |
| Secret department, it’s strapped with the pole |
| Step in designer, they zipped up |
| Japanese bitches from Hong Kong |
| Makin' my digits, I’m long gone |
| Pitchin' them chickens like John Smoltz |
| Hit on that thot, she say bravo |
| Serve out the spot, I’m gettin' nachos |
| Turbo, I smash out on po-po |
| Ain’t 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, ain’t 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 |
| I’m on the drugs and I’m on that mud, I count up two hundo |
| Fuck all them duds, ain’t no one to trust, you gotta let your gun go |
| I told you mob shit, gon' pop shit for Lil Marlo |
| Blatt, blatt |
| Yeah, finessin' and trappin' and trappin' and trappin' |
| Finessin' and trappin' and trappin' and trappin' (Let's 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 I’m playin' three dice, I’m 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, nigga |
| I get these bitches for low |
| Long live Mexico, D comin' straight off the boat |
| And I’m stackin' these bricks up and servin' a hundred |
| Got me whippin' that work and I’m cookin' that order |
| I ain’t know that was your daughter |
| But I hit it once, psych, fucked her for brunch and lunch |
| Want the plug send a thousand bags, give it a month |
| Only want the fishscale, give me that dope |
| Eight years old when I jumped off the porch |
| By the time I was ten, nigga gave me the ropes |
| By twelve years old, I’m the baby lil' G.O.A.T. |
| Nigga fourteen, fuckin' on grown-up hoes |
| When I come to your place, gotta know I’m on go |
| And I only use the stove when I’m whippin' that dope |
| 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, nigga, I move the yay |
| Young nigga kickin' that dope, uh |
| I’m rockin' all white like I’m a pope |
| And I’m still a young nigga, but I give you some hope (Young) |
| Yeah, finessin' and trappin' and trappin' and trappin' |
| Finessin' and trappin' and trappin' and trappin' (Let's 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 I’m playin' three dice, I’m breakin' the bank |
| Servin' that fish, they be drownin' your nose |
| Trappin' and rappin' and droppin' off loads |
| Lamborghini Baby, I’m turnt |
| I don’t want the bitch, she burnt |
| I was gettin' money back then, ask whoever |
| Million dollar spots, on God, had several |
| Now I’m booked up, you can check my schedule |
| Swear I ain’t regular, two hundred racks for these shows |
| I used to package the 'bows |
| He get finessed if he go |
| Uppin' the strap if he don’t |
| 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 |
| Fuck 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 |
| That’s how I gotta be, I don’t see nobody stoppin' me |
| I’m at the pent', ain’t nobody on top of me |
| Still in the hood, I feel like it’s 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' (Let's 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 I’m playin' three dice, I’m breakin' the bank |
| Servin' that fish, they be drownin' your nose |
| Trappin' and rappin' and droppin' off loads |