[Intro]
(Welcome to First Class)
Baow, yeah, yeah
(Oh lord, Jetson made another one)
Yeah
[Chorus]
Why the fuck he keep runnin' his mouth? (Yeah)
I'm with the scouts and my young niggas hungry, they tryna see what you about, yeah
Feel like Tony Montana, I pull up with hammers, they gotta skrt off and reroute, yeah
I'ma make sure they see me now, yeah
'Cause I know they tryna take me out, yeah, go (Go)
[Post-Chorus]
I'm a millionaire from that couch, yeah
And your bitch, she be talking too much, she keep runnin' her trap, put that dick in her mouth, yeah
If I walk in the spot, then I speak for myself, the promoter don't gotta announce, yeah
Young nigga shuttin' shit down, yeah
'Cause you know I come from that town, yeah, go (Go)
[Verse 1]
Why the fuck he keep wolfin' and shoutin'? Yeah
Niggas keep callin' my phone like a motherfuckin' bitch, he be crying and pouting, yeah
RoRo told me to keep that shit a hundred, I try to keep that shit a thousand, yeah
Why you sneakin' 'round askin' 'bout it?
If these niggas keep rockin', it's starting a fit, I still highly doubt it
She said I'm childish
Bae, I got big body bills in my pocket, don't ask me about it
I'ma slide, then I'm outie, I skrt through the alley
She like really fast cars, I went and bought me an Audi
Switch it up, had to give the Glock to my bone
From the man that go figure, I stay with a ton
Let me shout out my son, he the one I'm co-signing
You the son of a GOAT, I should call yo' ass Bronny
Ricks, sticks, blue Murakami
I don't fuck with the Gram, I just post and they copy
She gon' turn to a rock star if she with Donny
Got her rocking that Rick, Rick and Murakami
I just bust down the wrist-wrist, watch it glist-glist
I've been leaning over like a zombie
I was already shining, now I got some diamonds
She was still on my dick while I had Abercrombie
(Welcome to First Class)
Baow, yeah, yeah
(Oh lord, Jetson made another one)
Yeah
[Chorus]
Why the fuck he keep runnin' his mouth? (Yeah)
I'm with the scouts and my young niggas hungry, they tryna see what you about, yeah
Feel like Tony Montana, I pull up with hammers, they gotta skrt off and reroute, yeah
I'ma make sure they see me now, yeah
'Cause I know they tryna take me out, yeah, go (Go)
[Post-Chorus]
I'm a millionaire from that couch, yeah
And your bitch, she be talking too much, she keep runnin' her trap, put that dick in her mouth, yeah
If I walk in the spot, then I speak for myself, the promoter don't gotta announce, yeah
Young nigga shuttin' shit down, yeah
'Cause you know I come from that town, yeah, go (Go)
[Verse 1]
Why the fuck he keep wolfin' and shoutin'? Yeah
Niggas keep callin' my phone like a motherfuckin' bitch, he be crying and pouting, yeah
RoRo told me to keep that shit a hundred, I try to keep that shit a thousand, yeah
Why you sneakin' 'round askin' 'bout it?
If these niggas keep rockin', it's starting a fit, I still highly doubt it
She said I'm childish
Bae, I got big body bills in my pocket, don't ask me about it
I'ma slide, then I'm outie, I skrt through the alley
She like really fast cars, I went and bought me an Audi
Switch it up, had to give the Glock to my bone
From the man that go figure, I stay with a ton
Let me shout out my son, he the one I'm co-signing
You the son of a GOAT, I should call yo' ass Bronny
Ricks, sticks, blue Murakami
I don't fuck with the Gram, I just post and they copy
She gon' turn to a rock star if she with Donny
Got her rocking that Rick, Rick and Murakami
I just bust down the wrist-wrist, watch it glist-glist
I've been leaning over like a zombie
I was already shining, now I got some diamonds
She was still on my dick while I had Abercrombie
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