My First Song (feat. Yolo Marr & PopStar Lo) Video (MV)

I got good aim, bitch, aint no need for that beam
Send that nigga up to god make a nigga go missin
A shootout with me, all y'all niggas gon' lose
You ain't even got' good aim why you pick up the tool
All these chains on me, all you see is ice
Got your bitch with me, yea her head game is alright
If you touch my chain, it's gon' be a fight
Got your bitch with me, yeah, she gon' stay the night
Man, all y'all niggas fools, y'all niggas don't scare me
Pull up in the hood, windows dark, you can't see me
Pull up in a SRT, pull off on the highway
Saw a state trooper bustin' right in the alley
Pull off in a Vette, I'ma drop the top
Pick up your bitch, she gon' give me top
Switchin' these lanes like I saw a cop
Vette loud as hell, like we run a block
Nigga don't wanna race, I left him on the block
Shorty bad as hell, she gon' suck my cock
Nigga talkin' shit, we gon' spin his block
Nigga talkin' shit, I'm gon' let my 30 pop
I got a new whip, it go through 220 on the road
I got my gang with me, never leave without your pole
I want that new money, rob a nigga on the floor
I got my plug with me, that nigga got that dope
Niggas actin' stupid, tryna steal my flow
Niggas, they're a pussy, he ain't even got a pole
Niggas keep on hatin', is that how it go
F*ckin' a real girl, I'm gon' make that pussy glow
I'ma make it glow, I'ma make it glow
I'ma catch a goofy nigga, lackin it at the corner store
Better call me Santa Claus, nigga, I got hella hoes
Ballin' out my ass, young nigga, feel like D-Rose
Niggas hate this part, now he gon' do you, nigga
He gon' put you in a trans body bag, nigga
Now I get it, money broke, nigga, you a sad nigga
Shawty let me clap, first date, I'ma glad, nigga
Trackhawk, S.R.T., nigga, I'ma fast nigga
Nigga askin' for a song with me, I'ma scam, nigga
Nigga try to play me like a pussy, I'ma blam, nigga
Bands, bands, bands in my jeans, go count it up
Lil dawg said he got a problem, told that nigga pull up
I been workin' out that pussy, nigga, I ain't talkin' pull ups
Lil' bitch pussy smell like some water and some Tuna
Nigga talkin' on my name, it's grandma house, we gon' shoot up
If you mad, that's too bad, stop all that talkin', get a bag
Fill da gun up with mags get a fiends on the pad
Oh, he a snitch, ain't no pad, hundred pounds in my stash
I can tell that nigga ain't really with it by how he talk
He a dog, lil' nigga, he don't bite, he only bark
Told that bitch open up her mouth like a shark, give me all the jaws
That lil' bitch body look real good, I told that bitch she ain't got no flaws
I been smokin' on that booth pack, yeah, I'm talkin' rough
I'm talkin' finest, in the room, I be the highest
Told that bitch I am your highness, sick of goofies like a sinus
Boo, boo, boo, boo
I been whippin' in the Wraith, and the stars on the roof
They be like, I put them on, I be like, yeah, cause I'm the truth
They extended it long as hell, it be lookin' just like a noose
Before I blew that nigga off, I told that nigga throw a deuce
We only shoot out till your nigga dead, we ain't doin' truce
Nigga tried to dub me up and say we cool, ain't no excuse
But he ran from the gunshots when we finally resumed
I know he know I'm f*ckin' with his thot cause he smell her perfume
Always got a mask on like I ain't got a good immune
Whenever we do them shootouts, I'm like, it's either me or you
I do this shit for my family, nigga, I wish I would lose
All this money I could get, nigga, I'm stackin' up these blues
A breadwinner or a bitch, lil' nigga, you can choose
Simple as that