Testo First 48 - YG feat. Mozzy, E MOZZY, Celly Ru & D3szn
Testo della canzone First 48 (YG feat. Mozzy, E MOZZY, Celly Ru & D3szn), tratta dall'album Kommunity Service
Picture the scene 'fore they let me out
I was slingin' dime bags, you was in the house
Danger, I'm that nigga they call dangerous
You ain't tough, niggas hit you up with a banger, ayy
I'm that nigga in the cut, sticked up
Off a jigga, double-cup, got me slumped, ayy, run it back
Chopper went looking for a body and brought a body back
Roger that, Bonnie on that shit, I dropped a couple racks
I thought they knew I wasn't playing when I beat the case
You don't want your whole family on that forty-eight
I thought I wasn't gon' make it until I crashed the Wraith
Ayy, this .40 cal' rip a nigga face
Ayy, bet they remember this
I bet they eyesight go white when I flip the wrist
I probably knock yo' head off, nigga get pistol-whipped
I did deep-deep theft for them dollars, call me rich-rich, I'm up now
Even my hundreds got a bust down, these Ben Franklins
Evel Knievel, know I'm risk-takin'
I-I-I can never be another nigga, shit, I been rakin'
Money on the line, that's the only time when I'm speed racin'
Bitch, ayy, and don't forget about it
Before you dick ride on niggas, make sure you checkin' mileage
Ridin' sporty spaceship, this bitch on auto-pilot
She gettin' whacked on a public, nigga don't do private
I'm that nigga in the cut, sticked up
Off a jigga, double-cup, got me slumped, ayy, run it back
Chopper went looking for a body and brought a body back
Roger that, Bonnie on that shit, I dropped a couple racks
I thought they knew I wasn't playing when I beat the case
You don't want your whole family on that forty-eight
I thought I wasn't gon' make it until I crashed the Wraith
Ayy, this .40 cal' rip a nigga face
Uh, gang members only nigga
Reimburse me for that body that you owe a nigga
Quiet down while we 'round 'em, I don't know them niggas
My trust go as far as I could throw a nigga
Uh, big body on skinnies
I just bought a D-I-or hoodie with her stimmy
Only bought the yopper 'cause they brought it out with titties
And they lying if they told you HGM and them ain't litty, nigga
(Uh-oh)
Uh, chinchilla coat, Diddy, nigga
My killers ready to die, it ain't a biggie, nigga (it ain't a biggie, nigga)
Hundred thousand in these Dickies nigga (hundred thousand)
Track star you in yo' mouth, not the bity (oh)
Thuggin', at the meet and greet, I got blicky
Bussin', chains came from Elliot, not Missy
Bloodin', diss me and the fives pull up quickly (swear)
Run it, you get hit in the back, Ricky
I'm that nigga in the cut, sticked up
Off a jigga, double-cup, got me slumped, ayy, run it back
Chopper went looking for a body and brought a body back
Roger that, Bonnie on that shit, I dropped a couple racks
I thought they knew I wasn't playing when I beat the case
You don't want your whole family on that forty-eight
I thought I wasn't gon' make it until I crashed the Wraith
Ayy, this .40 cal' rip a nigga face
Laminated duct tape wrapped 'round the chopstick
Homie takin' pictures with suckers, man, that's opp shit
Catch a body and never talk about it, that's mob shit
Check the background on my gang, bitch, we pop shit
Mob shit, seen my first dub after mosh pit
Ain't no bumpin' shoulders, you get slumped if you mosh pit
Let me drive the boat, it's only shooters in the cockpit
You ain't really living what you rap about, stop it (Stop it)
Pullin' up with brand new yeeks, don't get your guys left
I keep drank inside her lap, how I ain't signed yet?
Add a case to a opp gang, how they ain't die yet?
Now I'm finishin' every song I'm on, I still ain't lie yet
If that's yo' dawg, tell him, "Be bool" or you gon' get him whacked
Hate when a un-active ass nigga say that he don't rap
If bro don't like 'em, he gon' know for sure 'cause he don't act
We won't never let shit go unanswered, we gon' get him back
I'm that nigga in the cut, sticked up
Off a jigga, double-cup, got me slumped, ayy, run it back
Chopper went looking for a body and brought a body back
Roger that, Bonnie on that shit, I dropped a couple racks
I thought they knew I wasn't playing when I beat the case
You don't want your whole family on that forty-eight
I thought I wasn't gon' make it until I crashed the Wraith
Ayy, this .40 cal' rip a nigga face
Credits
Writer(s): Keenon Daquan Ray Jackson, Timothy Cornell Patterson, Thomas C. Lewis, Glenstine Iii Rodney
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