1st N 3rd

(专辑： 1st & 3rd - 2020)

[Future:]
DY Krazy
Man, this sound like that first and the third shit
D. Hill (Pluto)
Skrrt, skrrt

Yeah, finessing and trapping and trapping and trapping
Finessing and trapping and trapping and trapping (Let's go)
Finessing and trapping and trapping and trapping (What we doing?)
Finessing and trapping, yeah
Finessing and trapping and trapping and trapping
Finessing and trapping and trapping and trapping
Finessing and trapping, yeah
Finessing and trapping, woah

Drinking on lean by the four (Woah)
Anywhere I go, I glow (Woah)
First and the third, it roll (Woah)
Junkies, they beating down the door (Woo)
Thumb through that sack when I count up that check
Like I'm playing three dice, I'm breaking the bank
Serving that fish, they be drowning your nose
Trapping and rapping and dropping off loads

Secret department, it's strapped with the pole
Step in designer, they zipped up
Japanese bitches from Hong Kong
Making my digits, I'm long gone
Pitching them chickens like John Smoltz
Hit on that thot, she say bravo
Serve out the spot, I'm getting nachos
Turbo, I smash out on po-po
Ain't no tint on the Maybach, a fishbowl
Moving narcotics with pink toes
Had to go buy me a mink coat
Cook up a key and whip up a key, ain't talking 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, finessing and trapping and trapping and trapping
Finessing and trapping and trapping and trapping (Let's go)
Finessing and trapping and trapping and trapping (What we doing?)
Finessing and trapping, yeah
Finessing and trapping and trapping and trapping
Finessing and trapping and trapping and trapping
Finessing and trapping, yeah
Finessing and trapping, woah

Drinking on lean by the four (Woah)
Anywhere I go, I glow (Woah)
Three-point-five for the low (Woo)
Junkies, they beating down the door (Woo)
Thumb through that sack when I count up that check
Like I'm playing three dice, I'm breaking the bank
Serving that fish, they be drowning your nose
Trapping and rapping and dropping off loads

[Marlo:]
First and third, we rolling
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 coming straight off the boat
And I'm stacking these bricks up and serving a hundred
Got me whipping that work and I'm cooking 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, fucking 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 whipping 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 kicking that dope, uh
I'm rocking all white like I'm a pope
And I'm still a young nigga, but I give you some hope (Young)

[Future:]
Yeah, finessing and trapping and trapping and trapping
Finessing and trapping and trapping and trapping (Let's go)
Finessing and trapping and trapping and trapping (What we doing?)
Finessing and trapping, yeah
Finessing and trapping and trapping and trapping
Finessing and trapping and trapping and trapping
Finessing and trapping, yeah
Finessing and trapping, woah

Drinking on lean by the four (Woah)
Anywhere I go, I glow (Woah)
Three-point-five for the low (Woo)
Junkies, they beating down the door (Woo)
Thumb through that sack when I count up that check
Like I'm playing three dice, I'm breaking the bank
Serving that fish, they be drowning your nose
Trapping and rapping and dropping off loads

[Lil Baby:]
Lamborghini Baby, I'm turnt
I don't want the bitch, she burnt
I was getting 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
Upping 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 stopping 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?

[Future:]
Yeah, finessing and trapping and trapping and trapping
Finessing and trapping and trapping and trapping (Let's go)
Finessing and trapping and trapping and trapping (What we doing?)
Finessing and trapping, yeah
Finessing and trapping and trapping and trapping
Finessing and trapping and trapping and trapping
Finessing and trapping, yeah
Finessing and trapping, woah

Drinking on lean by the four (Woah)
Anywhere I go, I glow (Woah)
Three-point-five for the low (Woo)
Junkies, they beating down the door (Woo)
Thumb through that sack when I count up that check
Like I'm playing three dice, I'm breaking the bank
Serving that fish, they be drowning your nose
Trapping and rapping and dropping off loads