Yhg Classified - First Things First Lyrics

First things first, wipe them bullets for you shot a nigga
First things first, get the loot up for you hide a nigga
First things first, get them bullets for them triggers squeeze
Been a lot of murders, hope your mans ain't no switching team
In the hood I stay with my hoodie I'm staying in my league
Niggas try repping the cape, like niggas don't bleed
A lot of these bitches ain't bad you niggas down for real
Beefing with niggas overs bitches you ain't have for real
I'll stay with a sevens over ten's cause they down for real
Chasing these bitches have your account look sad for real
All she wants is Mickey D's you thinking bout a happy meal, a clown for real
Stunting all that lil ass jewelry, it get snatched for real, a lick for real
How much more drugs do he gotta sell
He claiming on the gram he a millionaire
I was on the block with twenty three with dirty fingernails
Never gangbang unless you bring bitches over, well
You think the Don plays with guns, I'm upper echelon
Swing the razor blade out, cut you like a Decepticon
Have your whole family in the church like you respect then Don
I got brothers through loyalty, not just through them guns
She say she loves me but I'm deaf, I told her baby speak in tongues
Told her I got paper for her problems, don't wanna hear that shit
Don't wanna hear that shit
Told her I got paper for her problems, don't wanna hear that shit
I been every hood I'm talking up and down that 95
Every hood the same only think about that homicide
Smoke a opp, Post on the the block, let's hit another lick
F*ck a thot, I be on blocks, let's make another hit
Seen niggas hooping in gardens, before I knew the garden
Pops had to work in that garden, so imma own the garden
Niggas got, beat by they mama, before they became the hardest
Now we walk with Louis Vuittons, and step with, several bodies
Feeling like, Kendrick on Friday, but it's a Monday morning
Still cooking niggas for breakfast, but yet they lunching on me
Told myself if I put this gun up I'm uh run it up
Can't worry about them little honeys, I got bigger bucks
When we walk in the room, they screaming dope to me
I got yo baby mama dancing, in my f*cking jewelry
Im certified, cannot play me like a f*cking foolery
Don't fall for fame, cuz money's just a f*cking tool to me bitch
I'm a motherf*cking dope boy, I'm a G-boy
I'm a motherf*cking dope boy, I'm a G-boy
I'm a motherf*cking dope boy, I'm a G-boy
I'm a motherf*cking dope boy, I'm a G-boy