Who made this macaroni
Oh shit, I sent the wrong beat, I realize that right now
It's all good though, I'm finna go crazy, don't worry about it
Look, ayy
Fresh outta jail with all my jewelry on, my diamonds dancin'
These hoes follow right or wrong, I feel like Charles Manson
Pull out they phone when I pop out, it's lights, camera action
Sometimes I wonder what it'd be like if I wasn't rappin'
Get in that bag again, slipped up on accident
Hittin' this bitch with all I got, I'm breaking her back in
I still remember back then, I wasn't havin' shit
Now all these people lean on me just like some activist
I'm in a cell with a junkie, havin' withdrawals
Beefin' with my bitch, hopin' that she still accept my calls
Post-traumatic stress, I'm goin' crazy, starin' at the wall
I don't get the law involved, do your job or let me off
They ain't had no witness, so the judge gon' have to throw it out
I ain't gotta cap, I had a threesome after bondin' out
I'm a nasty nigga, smack her ass and pull her bonnet off
Knew she was a freak, she beggin' me to pull the condom off
I can't hit it raw, but you can suck me till I'm dozin' off
A million somethin' streams, I talk my shit cause I ain't slowin' down
Broskiie need a chauffeur, now the hottest rapper from the town
Niggas got me f*cked up, can't pick up what I'm puttin' down
I don't give a f*ck what niggas talkin' bout, they ain't a threat
Give a f*ck what y'all be rappin' bout, come say it with your chest
They drive a stick the way they stallin' out ain't drop a banger yet
I put in work and never callin', out come see why I'm the best
I don't wanna hear about the shit that you accomplished
I don't wanna hear how you been slidin' with your partners
It's me versus whoever wanna step foot in this gauntlet
I'll be outside your crib with a 40 in my pajamas
You say the check hit okay, I'ma count it then recount it
Almost broke the money counter, pull your numbers up, don't come to me
On how you know without it, I did everything myself
Don't need no vouches , or no guidance , I switched my name for many reasons
The main one, a million dollars. I don't know no millionaires, but I know plenty niggas without it
I'm speakin' for my people at the bottom, yeah, I got em'
Niggas usually move away, and they act like they forgot em'
I ain't with that shit
If you my partner, you my partner, I'ma keep it real
If you got problems, they my problems
I been goin' through some shit, but on my mama I stay solid
I can bet my catalog, niggas ain't tougher than my daughter
I don't give a f*ck what niggas talkin' bout, they ain't a threat
Give a f*ck what y'all be rappin' bout, come say it with your chest
They drive a stick the way they stallin', out ain't drop a banger yet
I put in work and never calling out , come see why I'm the best
Lul'Broskiie - First Night Out Lyrics
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Who made this macaroni
Oh shit, I sent the wrong beat, I realize that right now
It's all good though, I'm finna go crazy, don't worry about it
Look, ayy
Fresh outta jail with all my jewelry on, my diamonds dancin'
These hoes follow right or wrong, I feel like Charles Manson
Pull out they phone when I pop out, it's lights, camera action
Sometimes I wonder what it'd be like if I wasn't rappin'
Get in that bag again, slipped up on accident
Hittin' this bitch with all I got, I'm breaking her back in
I still remember back then, I wasn't havin' shit
Now all these people lean on me just like some activist
I'm in a cell with a junkie, havin' withdrawals
Beefin' with my bitch, hopin' that she still accept my calls
Post-traumatic stress, I'm goin' crazy, starin' at the wall
I don't get the law involved, do your job or let me off
They ain't had no witness, so the judge gon' have to throw it out
I ain't gotta cap, I had a threesome after bondin' out
I'm a nasty nigga, smack her ass and pull her bonnet off
Knew she was a freak, she beggin' me to pull the condom off
I can't hit it raw, but you can suck me till I'm dozin' off
A million somethin' streams, I talk my shit cause I ain't slowin' down
Broskiie need a chauffeur, now the hottest rapper from the town
Niggas got me f*cked up, can't pick up what I'm puttin' down
I don't give a f*ck what niggas talkin' bout, they ain't a threat
Give a f*ck what y'all be rappin' bout, come say it with your chest
They drive a stick the way they stallin' out ain't drop a banger yet
I put in work and never callin', out come see why I'm the best
I don't wanna hear about the shit that you accomplished
I don't wanna hear how you been slidin' with your partners
It's me versus whoever wanna step foot in this gauntlet
I'll be outside your crib with a 40 in my pajamas
You say the check hit okay, I'ma count it then recount it
Almost broke the money counter, pull your numbers up, don't come to me
On how you know without it, I did everything myself
Don't need no vouches , or no guidance , I switched my name for many reasons
The main one, a million dollars. I don't know no millionaires, but I know plenty niggas without it
I'm speakin' for my people at the bottom, yeah, I got em'
Niggas usually move away, and they act like they forgot em'
I ain't with that shit
If you my partner, you my partner, I'ma keep it real
If you got problems, they my problems
I been goin' through some shit, but on my mama I stay solid
I can bet my catalog, niggas ain't tougher than my daughter
I don't give a f*ck what niggas talkin' bout, they ain't a threat
Give a f*ck what y'all be rappin' bout, come say it with your chest
They drive a stick the way they stallin', out ain't drop a banger yet
I put in work and never calling out , come see why I'm the best
Oh shit, I sent the wrong beat, I realize that right now
It's all good though, I'm finna go crazy, don't worry about it
Look, ayy
Fresh outta jail with all my jewelry on, my diamonds dancin'
These hoes follow right or wrong, I feel like Charles Manson
Pull out they phone when I pop out, it's lights, camera action
Sometimes I wonder what it'd be like if I wasn't rappin'
Get in that bag again, slipped up on accident
Hittin' this bitch with all I got, I'm breaking her back in
I still remember back then, I wasn't havin' shit
Now all these people lean on me just like some activist
I'm in a cell with a junkie, havin' withdrawals
Beefin' with my bitch, hopin' that she still accept my calls
Post-traumatic stress, I'm goin' crazy, starin' at the wall
I don't get the law involved, do your job or let me off
They ain't had no witness, so the judge gon' have to throw it out
I ain't gotta cap, I had a threesome after bondin' out
I'm a nasty nigga, smack her ass and pull her bonnet off
Knew she was a freak, she beggin' me to pull the condom off
I can't hit it raw, but you can suck me till I'm dozin' off
A million somethin' streams, I talk my shit cause I ain't slowin' down
Broskiie need a chauffeur, now the hottest rapper from the town
Niggas got me f*cked up, can't pick up what I'm puttin' down
I don't give a f*ck what niggas talkin' bout, they ain't a threat
Give a f*ck what y'all be rappin' bout, come say it with your chest
They drive a stick the way they stallin' out ain't drop a banger yet
I put in work and never callin', out come see why I'm the best
I don't wanna hear about the shit that you accomplished
I don't wanna hear how you been slidin' with your partners
It's me versus whoever wanna step foot in this gauntlet
I'll be outside your crib with a 40 in my pajamas
You say the check hit okay, I'ma count it then recount it
Almost broke the money counter, pull your numbers up, don't come to me
On how you know without it, I did everything myself
Don't need no vouches , or no guidance , I switched my name for many reasons
The main one, a million dollars. I don't know no millionaires, but I know plenty niggas without it
I'm speakin' for my people at the bottom, yeah, I got em'
Niggas usually move away, and they act like they forgot em'
I ain't with that shit
If you my partner, you my partner, I'ma keep it real
If you got problems, they my problems
I been goin' through some shit, but on my mama I stay solid
I can bet my catalog, niggas ain't tougher than my daughter
I don't give a f*ck what niggas talkin' bout, they ain't a threat
Give a f*ck what y'all be rappin' bout, come say it with your chest
They drive a stick the way they stallin', out ain't drop a banger yet
I put in work and never calling out , come see why I'm the best
Writer: Nathan Hoskins
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