First Off (feat. Travis Scott)

Lyrics

Back on the Forbes, shit crazy (Yeah)
 I make more than Dwyane Wade, baby (ATL Jacob)
 I'm a street nigga and I stay faded (Pluto)
 Never worked in a gym, but I weighed it (Travis)
 First off, you get the ammo, then you cock it (Ooh)
 First off, we had to blast off like a rocket (Skrrt, skrrt)
 I put the Patek water on, but I got options (Yeah)
 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
 
 Back on the Forbes, shit crazy (Yeah)
 I make more than Dwyane Wade, baby (ATL Jacob)
 I'm a street nigga and I stay faded (Pluto)
 Never worked in a gym, but I weighed it (Travis)
 First off, you get the ammo, then you cock it (Ooh)
 First off, we had to blast off like a rocket (Skrrt, skrrt)
 I put the Patek water on, but I got options (Yeah)
 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
 
 Back on the Forbes, shit crazy (Yeah)
 I make more than Dwyane Wade, baby (ATL Jacob)
 I'm a street nigga and I stay faded (Pluto)
 Never worked in a gym, but I weighed it (Travis)
 First off, you get the ammo, then you cock it (Ooh)
 First off, we had to blast off like a rocket (Skrrt, skrrt)
 I put the Patek water on, but I got options (Yeah)
 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
 

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03:48
Key
1
Tempo
162 BPM

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