1st Off lyrics

[Intro]
'Cause I can, n*gga
Better ask your last b*tch, I keep
Second off, quit talkin' out your, 'cause you don't keep Glock
Lil' n*gga, I ain't got no sense like I'm Key Glock (I'm Boutabag, ain't gotta ask me)
(Lonis on this)

[Chorus]
First off, I be talkin' sh*t 'cause I can, n*gga
You better ask your last b*tch, I keep bands, n*gga
Second off, quit talkin' out your neck, 'cause you don't keep Glock
Lil' n*gga, I ain't got no sense like I'm Key Glock
Third off, n*ggas talkin' smart, pick this nerd off
I'm on this intersection, damn near finna swerve off
Four, five, six, seven b*tches gettin' broke off
n*gga, do we got a problem? Like I'm Loc Dog

[Verse 1]
How the f*ck is n*ggas 'bout a bag and I don't know y'all?
All my n*ggas in this b*tch, these my road dogs
And all for Jody Woah, on my mama, they gon' smoke dog
Since day one, this Bag sh*t been the same, n*gga
We still throw them B's for Boutabag, this ain't no gang, n*gga
And to them n*ggas speakin' on it, they some di*k sucks
It only take a 'Wood and thirty minutes, get your b*tch f*cked
In this b*tch clocked, high as f*ck, I got the hiccups
Lil' baby, put your pants on, I need my di*k sucked
Racks bustin' out these jeans, I can't lift up
You walk around broke all day, you a sick f*ck
Racks keep fallin' through these pants, I can't pick up
[Chorus]
First off, I be talkin' sh*t 'cause I can, n*gga
You better ask your last b*tch, I keep bands, n*gga
Second off, quit talkin' out your neck, 'cause you don't keep Glock
Lil' n*gga, I ain't got no sense like I'm Key Glock
Third off, n*ggas talkin' smart, pick this nerd off
I'm on this intersection, damn near finna swerve off
Four, five, six, seven b*tches gettin' broke off
n*gga, do we got a problem? Like I'm Loc Dog

[Verse 2]
First off, all these b*tches love to shake that ass to me
We in the party goin' up, now I'm grabbin' cheeks
Second off, baby tryna f*ck, now she grabbin' meat
I only f*cked the b*tch once, how she in love with me?
Third off, b*tch, don't hit this phone when I'm roadrunning
I ain't tryna hold your hand, I'm tryna hold hundreds
Made 'bout five, six thousand in these roadrunners
And baby, I ain't tuckin' sh*t, I'm with some cold gunners
Your b*tch, I'm gon' walk past, she need some more cash
How the f*ck you broke, but you the man with your mark ass?
This sh*t is too nice, ten bands in two nights
The only thing we runnin' from them red and them blue lights
Your b*tch, I'm gon' walk past, she need some more cash
How the f*ck you broke, but you the man with your mark ass?
This sh*t is too nice, ten bands in two nights
The only thing we runnin' from them red and them blue lights
[Chorus]
First off, I be talkin' sh*t 'cause I can, n*gga
You better ask your last b*tch, I keep bands, n*gga
Second off, quit talkin' out your neck, 'cause you don't keep Glock
Lil' n*gga, I ain't got no sense like I'm Key Glock
Third off, n*ggas talkin' smart, pick this nerd off
I'm on this intersection, damn near finna swerve off
Four, five, six, seven b*tches gettin' broke off
n*gga, do we got a problem? Like I'm Loc Dog

[Outro]
Do we? Like I'm Loc Dog
Do we got a problem? Like I'm Loc Dog