First Day Out lyrics

[Verse]
Look, I'ma be honest, it ain't no competition
They say Lakeyah keep 'em pressed and all these hoes got offended
Keep a couple stripe shirts on my n*gga, I'm winnin'
Tryna take me out the game and we gon' blow your whistle
Made it back there, went-went out the state to make it triple
Let me upgrade you, baby, you still in the same position
You still runnin' up a dollar at this point you can't get it
The difference between us, b*tch, is you chasin' a bag, I'm in it, b*tch
Th-th-then I had my racks up, now I got my racks in
And beefin' with you bum b*tches, that was back then
I-I-I said five for a feature, b*tch, I need ten
And b*tch, I said that I'm the G.O.A.T, 'cause I really am
A-a pretty b*tch I talk sh*t ain't gotta do much
I hit my n*gga like a wood, is it smoke or what?
Ain't gotta put my hands on you, but you gettin' touched
I'm goin' crazy so these b*tches really know what's up
I need me a bag, I'm talkin' a big one
I still want you b*tches dead if I aim, I'm gon' hit one
Man, I know these b*tches hate me, in my comments goin' crazy
For some beef, you gotta pay me, who the f*ck I'm gon' steal from?
I'm the youngest in charge, eighteen, I'm a beast
I like designer and cars, so I'm taxin' a fee
Look, I'm a b*tch but I'm hard and all yo' n*ggas is sweet
He only up that sh*t with you so why he carry that piece?
But my n*ggas some real hitters, we ridin' 'round with tools out
He-heat up in the party, if she on it, spread the room down
Hang with broke b*tches that ain't me so we ain't cool now
Student of the game but runnin' laps around the schoolhouse, on God (On God)