F1RST ft. El Rico Lyrics

She goes, I come I burst

From my mistake I learn

My clothes she's always taking, you know she love my shirts

I went back to the hood and they called me a stylist cuz I wore it first

Big man I don't think you can chat to me, respect I earned

She goes, I come I burst

From my mistake I learn

My clothes she's always taking, you know she love my shirts

I went back to the hood and they called me a stylist cuz I wore it first

Big man I don't think you can chat to me, respect I earned

One shot

One shot for the mandem wey fallout the smoke

Two shots

Two shots for the bad girls wey take off their clothes

She burst I come I go

The way she turn I know

For the bag she dey go down low

So with the drip I pose

Guess what

I'm on the way to the top, you hear it in all of the work that I've done

They telling me pride is a killer but make no mistake I'm embracing the thriller

So I got to the point they can call me a winner cuz everyday I be hustling

That suffering, it turned me to a king no long discussion

Oh, oh

Oh, oh

Oh, oh

Oh, oh

Oh, oh

Oh, oh

Oh, oh

Oh, oh

I rap, I sing, I trap

I light, I puff, I pass

I'm first that's no discussion

The feds stay on my ass

My voice like coke and crack

I sound like floating Angels

My voice too neat that's facts

Can't stop flexing vocals

We at the top like

None of these niggas ain't first

None of these niggas can talk to us like

None of these niggas ain't shit

Might just take your bitch

Might just light that rizzla

Might just light that rizz

She goes, I come, I

She goes, I come I burst

From my mistake I learn

My clothes she's always taking, you know she love my shirts

I went back to the hood and they called me a stylist cuz I wore it first

Big man I don't think you can chat to me, respect I earned

She goes, I come I burst

From my mistake I learn

My clothes she's always taking, you know she love my shirts

I went back to the hood and they called me a stylist cuz I wore it first

Big man I don't think you can chat to me, respect I earned

Respect I earned that shit

With my dawgs in a drop top whip

My money so long, I showed my niggas they couldn't believe that shit

My shit's so long I showed my bitch, she couldn't believe that shit

My mindset changed, I showed my mom she couldn't believe that shit

Know y'all got faith in me

Know y'all depend on me

Y'all is my kids

Took y'all out the orphanage

Can't change on me

Now I got racks on me

Now I got stacks on me

Schoolboy feeling like JC

We a motherfucking tag team

Yessir

Man fuck all the opp boys let's get back to the flexing

I learned from my olders a long time ago so I ain't stressing

They helpless

I no be big gun but I swear I go torment their crew with flex

Make all these pussies move too reckless

She goes, I come I burst

From my mistake I learn

My clothes she's always taking, she know she love my shirts

I went back to the hood and they called me a stylist cuz I wore it first

Big man I don't think you can chat to me