First Things First ft. Dimes Lyrics

First things first imma hit 'em where it hurts

Serving up the work tryna buy my bitch a purse

Birkin that's for her, put Burberry on my shirt

Opps get buried in the dirt, cemetery with the hearse

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Build the pressure 'til it burst, shawty buss it for me

Every second I be searching for them hunnits

I want big drops of water on my wrist, a fucking flood no slow leak

Stocking commas with the clique and double cupping codeine

Running up them funds, I need a couple of g's

Youngin number one them others fronting, they ain't fucking with me

Hunting for the money with a blunt in my teeth

Coming for my bucks end of discussion, there ain't nothing come free

I'm on the track like Adidas, the opps is capping I see this

I'm off this pack up on Venus, just dropped some acid saw Jesus

A don and mack since a fetus, I want a sack let's call Regis

My guap I'll stack to the ceilings, I got my back to your feelings

I ain't got time for no dealings that don't involve solid business

I stay on grind for them millions I'm focused on stocking digits

Can't take my shine it's so brilliant my flow it's hot got em tripping

I made my mind up for real and I'm going off on y'all with this

Shit this the difference between a rookie and a vet

I been here sipping on prescription with these cookies on my breath

Play my position so consistent finna do it til my death

My competition non-existent took one look and then they left

First things first imma hit 'em where it hurts

Serving up the work tryna buy my bitch a purse

Birkin that's for her, put Burberry on my shirt

Opps get buried in the dirt, cemetery with the hearse

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Build the pressure 'til it burst, shawty buss it for me

Every second I be searching for them hunnits

I want big drops of water on my wrist, a fucking flood no slow leak

Stocking commas with the clique and double cupping codeine

I'm a man with a dream and it seems that I'm something special

Coming correct with a bunch of pencils 

Cause I'm the best and I'm obsessed with a dumb cheque

Imma flex and it's just essential 

When I'm on a track this nasty

Then it has to be something with much potential

Cause I'm Mentos to the Coke and I'm bout to blow 

Now you better fucking run and get low

Head home, imma get mad destructive 

Cause I'm with Mak and the track is bumping 

Rapping something passionate 

Pass the spliff imma have to puff it, yeah

Immaculate and Mak you lit

And my ass disgusting 

Having fun when I'm asked to spit

A massive hit imma craft it's nothing, yeah

I'm a master in a class that all you rappers isn't

That's the shit I'm after not the plaques or all the cash and women 

That's just kiddish to me, and I'm laughing while you cappers spitting

As I'm sending hazards to the bastards who attack the vision