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oshay nfn - first of all lyrics

[intro]
ayy, vs iced it out

[verse 1]
these n+ggas p+ssy and i know it, they better stay in they gender trait
we got baby dracs, lil bro got 308s, they penetrate
i sit back and think about times i used to eat off paper plates (come on)
now its steak and shrimp and sh+t, i had a chef cook dinner plates

brand new switch gone make him twitch, this b+tch got kick like karate
this b+tch got kick like [?], n+gga play with some imma demonstrate (woo ha!)
n+ggas wanna be like me so bad right now, in the streets they imitate
drop that 4, backdoor that .35, 5 to the face to meditate

[verse 2]
for that check, i had to wait
i play for cake, congratulations
now i bounce inside the stu for turkey plates, they can’t relate (they can’t)
i’m clutching pole, you saving hoes
that ain’t my role, go get a cape
we put the p in purp, we pushing p’s on that interstate
i love this drac, my favorite gun
i take her out for dinner dates (come on)
i told my hoe we hit the store
grab what you want, we having pape (get alldat sh+t)
we smoke his ass until he blink
lil buddy ass a dead vape
i’m heavyweight, he featherweight
the drac shake, the earth quake

[verse 3]
b+tch we turnt up everyday like its my f+cking birthday
how the f+ck he drop 1 song, go 50k his first day (lets go!)
lets celebrate
we drop his top with g+lock he levitate (these n+ggas groupies)
these n+ggas groupies, conversate like b+tches, all they do is hate
(these n+ggas hating, haa)

my momma ap carry cake for all the nights on section 8
we finna slide and open fire, you n+ggas bet not hesitate
watch how i hit the stu with zay, get in that b+tch and concentrate (watch how i lock in)
drop back and shoot like golden state, hoe sh+t i just can’t tolerate

[refrain: quin nfn]
my momma ap carry cake for all the nights on section 8
we finna slide and open fire, you n+ggas bet not hesitate
ayy, we burn sh+t down evacuate
huahh
b+tch, yuh, hey, hey

[verse 4: quin nfn]
first of all, all of us getting busy, on my son ‘n nem (on my son ‘n nem)
garbage day, lil bro a trash man, i made him dump at him (bow, bow, bow, bow)
if you don’t see him f+cking up no pape, then i ain’t come with him (huh)
keep talking about what he shoulda did, so i can’t f+ck with him (i can’t f+ck with him)
like d+mn
dishing bowls, it had the house hot (huh)
play and catch a mouth shot (bow, bow, bow, bow)
bullets made his scalp hot (he gone)
arp came with a scope, this ain’t no f+cking mouthwash (ay, haa)
i done made the play, bought momma a steak and ham hot (yum, yum)

we don’t need no n+gga around, lets play hide n seek
he try to tweak, then we gone get him found
pass lil bro the iron, he’ll lose his mind, (bow, bow, bow, bow, bow)
he probably switch em down, huh
grab this brown drac, hit his apple, we ain’t sipping crown (pew, pew, pew)
put his ass on instagram (yuh, yuh, yuh)

[verse 5]
love designer clothes, my diamonds froze, your sh+t ain’t froze enough
tried to post with my big bro outside the store, wasn’t old enough
played my part way from the start, i guess my heart wasn’t cold enough
we ate sloppy joes inside the 4, you wasn’t even poor enough

i can’t trip on sh+t i can’t control because i know god got me
alphabet boys on my trail, them n+ggas think i’m john gotti
cougar b+tch tryna let me do that right thing with a mom body (hah)
srt came with some hemps, we pulled up in that widebody

rocking prada until i’m dead, she wanna f+ck but i want head (noggin)
use her throat because i got bread, but i just left the hoe on read (she on)
i got scarred inside my head, i’m with de’shon like im derez (b+tch)
in the pot like scrambled eggs, the plug last name was perez
we like ooh, ooh
pj by my side he banging 5, he hollering suwoo (aye)
she want all my time, but i want mind, she say i’m too rude (i want noggin)
my youngin need a screwdriver, he got loose screws (loose screws)
we like ooh, ooh (b+tch ass n+gga)

[outro]
yuh, yuh, huh
we got loose hats
n+gga, i’m not tryna find, these n+ggas too [?] (huh, huh)
he ain’t [?], where my tool at
put a hole inside his durag, watch out who you shoot at
(you know what i’m sayin?) b+tch

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