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fki 1st – blues freestyle lyrics

[intro: fki 1st]
good job, 1st (ayy)

[verse 1: fki 1st]
them b+tches love it when i sing (what’s up?)
being rich and being real, they are not the same thing, uh (that sh+t different, n+gga)
ayy, i’m mixin’ up, i’m sippin’ pink
mixin’ up, i’m sippin’ drinks
like, “f+ck what a hater think,” like (man, f+ck)
okay, i’m speedin’ down twenty (skrrt)
spillin’ all this henny, spendin’ every penny (whop)
you n+ggas snitchin’ and you telling (shh)
n+gga, you a rat, uh, remy (ha)
all my n+ggas pack semis (pop+pop+pop)
my n+gga got a pack that he sending (touchdown)
racks that are spending
they say never ending (pop+pop)
my dawg got a case and the charges still pending (i got you, n+gga)
that tough sh+t that you on is an act, you’re pretending (ha)
that cap all in your rap, this ain’t your trap
boy, i’m smoking on this pack
it’s a fetish, all caps, that means it’s yеlling
that’s what you’re smelling
that’s what you’re smеlling
said it’s loud, yeah, this loud on me
if you smokin’ in my circle then it’s loud on me
i heard you been talkin’ down, talkin’ down on me
you come ’round some of my rounds, i send rounds on me
and i don’t mean free drinks, doin’ sh+t off instincts
so i made a lot of money, man, i need like three brinks trucks
action movie stuntin’, get the popcorn and the milk duds
like i said in the beginning, money don’t make you real, bruh
luckily, real n+ggas f+ck with me ’cause i’m a real one
pulled up with one b+tch, done left with another, that’s a real stunt
put a whole seven inside the backwood, that’s a real blunt
that’s a— (uh+uh, uh)
that’s a real stunt
[bridge: butcher brown]
hol’ up ’til i shine, road
neck full of gold
n+ggas so hot, lookin’ down on the hoes, woah
n+ggas so hot, lookin’ down on the hoes
yeah, shine, road, neck full of gold
n+ggas so hot, lookin’ down on the hoes, woah
n+ggas so hot, lookin’ down on the hoes

[verse 2: zuse]
another day, another dollar, another ho i’m tryna f+ck
put the roof in the trunk just to make him watch me stunt
backwood in my lungs, three grams in my blunt
i’m just tryna have fun, i ain’t tryna die young
you know what’s up, what’s up, what’s up (you know what’s up)
countin’ blue hunnids, smokin’ blunts (we smokin’ blunts)
you know what’s up, what’s up, what’s up (you know what’s up)
countin’ blue hunnids, smokin’ blunts (ah, yeah)
you know what’s up, what’s up, what’s up (what’s up, what’s up)
i stay down to knock ’em up (ah, ha+ha)
you know what’s up, what’s up, what’s up
i stay down to knock ’em up

[outro]
had to let these n+ggas know i’m goin’ hard as ever, man
new sh+t on the way
new whips on the way, n+gga
new jewelry, n+gga
new crib, new vibes, n+gga
new motherf+ckin’ everything, you chewed up, n+gga (you chewed up, n+gga)

- fki 1st lyrics

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