Текст песни First Song - Rylo Rodriguez

First Song

When I walked in, I was dripped in it\nBlues on me like the Crips with me\nWe don’t ever go the speed limit\nAMG, my whole team winning\nSeventeen, lookin' for a plug\nMan, that shit was deep-sea fishin'\nI could never get a sweet ticket\nNow the life I’m livin' sweet to me\nPlug got that dog food\nBut you can’t feed your pits with this (At all)\nI wasn’t stuntin' no dog food (Nope)\nI was tryna hit a lick\nAll I wanted was a lick (A lick)\nBust a bag, flip a brick (A brick)\nI been wrappin' dummy bricks (Dummy bricks)\nI been wrappin' dummy bricks (Dummy bricks)\nTell a nigga thirty-six (Thirty-six)\nYeah, we really with the shit (With the shit)\nBring it back, you’re gettin' hit (Gettin' hit)\nI been finessin' since a kid (A kid)\nI’m in the woods, not the bricks (Not the bricks)\nI’m on 45 with a stick (Stick)\nKnow the 40 came with a dick\nI’m on First, pull up at the Tex'\nI been trickin' niggas with the BIN (BIN)\nHe want five, tell them niggas ten (Ten)\nI ain’t never stoppin' 'til I win (Win)\nWe don’t catch you slippin', spin again (Again)\nSweet lick for twenty, I got ten (Ten)\nNow I’m flexin' for the 'Gram (For the 'Gram)\nAin’t no friends, just my fam (My fam)\nWe up, gotta stay above the rim (Rim)\nAnd we only pull up in the Phantom\nPlayin', I’ma show you I’m a savage (I'ma show you)\nShow you why I got these guns tatted\nI got shooters like it’s March Madness (They shootin')\nAnd my girl, she the baddest\nKnow a young nigga havin'\nGot them racks out the mud\nSo the money in the mattress (Trap jumpin' like TwoThree)\nWe take losses every day (Every day)\nTryna find a better way (Better way)\nI want money, not the Wraith (Not the Wraith)\nHopin' we see better days (Better days)\nMove my mama out the states (Out the states)\nBig old house on the lake (On the lake)\nTell me how can you complain? (Complain)\nMama, your son been gettin' paid (Gettin' paid)\nCame a long way from posted up in front the pride\nTyron got hit with a homicide\nSeen Kel get whacked, had him traumatized\nWe was low on the rent, seen mama cry\nAll these racks on me, so hard think we came from poverty\nAll these straps on us, can’t play, a nigga think 'bout robbin' me\nThat lil' run so long, can’t pay 'em to think 'bout breakin' no codes\nOnly if she drownin', but you can’t pay me to think about savin' no ho\nA nigga locked down on YouTube bump my shit from up that road\nWe ain’t never sweatin' no hoes\nTrack chase only time I sweat that ho (Trap jumpin' like)\nCountry boy, we knock your head off\nUsed to sleep on the floor like it was a bedrock\nFinessin' since we was some youngins\nSneak up on your bike and we take the pegs off\nWe trapped the block 'til we ran out\nMakin' up for them losses 'til we see the sun out\nI know the drill, bring them tools out\nSo many glizzys like we hit the pawn shop\nWe take losses every day (Every day)\nTryna find a better way (Better way)\nI want money, not the Wraith (Not the Wraith)\nHopin' we see better days (Better days)\nMove my mama out the states (Out the states)\nBig old house on the lake (On the lake)\nTell me how can you complain? (Complain)\nMama, your son been gettin' paid (Gettin' paid)