First Show lyrics

[Intro]
Gang, ayy, yeah
Yeah, ayy
I'm on some different sh*t, feel me?
Yeah, gang

[Verse]
They like, "Damn, boy, you got your own flow, you on some different sh*t" (Yeah)
This ho getting my nerves, I need a different b*tch
I don't wear designer, I be steppin' in some simple sh*t (On God)
Oh yeah, I'm finna pop my sh*t like a pimple, b*tch (Oh yeah, Chris)
Tell me how you hatin' on n*gga you don't even know? (What the f*ck?)
Hoes be out here really cap, call 'em Pinocchio (Pinocchio)
I would never switch up on bro, I'm stickin' to thе code (To the code)
n*ggas hatin' on my motion, this sh*t gеttin' old
At my first show, I might have your b*tch front row (Front row)
White b*tch, look like Elsa, had to let her go (Let her go)
I'm really snappin' in this rap, just had to let you know (Let you know)
A n*gga high, but sometimes, I be feelin' low (Feeling low)
I'm tryna run that money up, I need my hundreds all in rolls
I'm in Tallahassee, n*gga, uh, with the Seminoles
Got a n*gga snappin' back to back, I'm really in that mode
Jump inside that Trackhawk and I'ma whip it like some dough (Whip it up)
Jump inside that Trackhawk, yeah, you can hear the motor (Yeah)
I been kissin' Mary Jane, you can smell the odor
Young, steady gettin' wiser, as I'm gettin' older (Gettin' older)
I need to go and grab a coat, my heart been gettin' colder (Gettin' colder)
I'm John Cena in this rap, no, you ain't seein' me
It's a bad white b*tch, she come from Tennessee (Tennessee)
I ain't f*ckin' with that jit, he ain't no friend of me (Friend of me)
Luh Tyler snappin' on the beat, you feel the energy (Energy)
Young n*gga raw as f*ck, I'm already knowin'
I was talkin' to Lil Gnar, he told me, "Keep going" (Oh, yeah, that's gang)
I just jump on the beat and I just keep flowin' (Flowin')
I been runnin' up a check, the money steady growin' (Stack it up)
I been runnin' up a check, I want my money tall (Money tall)
I'ma put my n*gga on, so, now, we all ball (We all ball)
On all ten, standin' tall, I can never fall (Never fall)
A n*gga feel like John Wall, I just wanna ball (Wanna ball)
I been on a paper race, gettin' to the cake (To the cake)
If you ain't on a money chase then we can't relate (We can't relate)
A n*gga feel like Frosted Flakes, I been feelin' great (Great)
You won't catch me in the mix, a n*gga out the way (Out the way)
You can tell a n*gga booted, look into my eyes (Yeah, my eyes)
I be kissing Mary Jane, right now, we in the sky (We in the sky)
Uh, uh, uh, uh, feelin' like that guy
Kick that b*tch straight out that spot, tell the ho, "Goodbye"
I get dumb on the beat but I be movin' wise
You can't see me in this rap, it ain't no need to try
Ayy, yeah, it ain't no need to try (It ain't no need to try)
[Outro]
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