First Of All

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Hotboii & ATL Jacob - Rap, Florida Rap

First Of All

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[Intro] First of all, you ain't got to do that Double O lil' baby Ain't lovin' on no lady (ATL Jacob, ATL Jacob) [Chorus] First of all, ain't no rappin', I got cheese though If it ain't the gang then it's just me, Tok and Rico Somehow, these crackers tryna hit me with the RICO? I put a hundred in my clip, no time to reload 'Fore you think 'bout runnin' up, lil' boy, go run you some Ms Right now, I'm so fired up, I might die tryna live Back when we was jits, remember that shit, in the cell they sent me Ain't no competition, but, [?] [Verse 1] Ain't know, know why niggas hatin' on me As the underdog, knew that the sun would shine on me Pick up the phone, oh, sorry, I been down for a week Wolph died, [?] died, it's been hard to go to sleep, yeah Took it so they weak now That ain't nothin' I Tweet about Knew you'd be police and now I wonder what it be about Ever since I was little, you know I always pictured me a star I don't even need a guard, we gon' rock out, know we them boys I'm adjustin', 'justin' to all of the fame I just be rollin', I'm tramplin' who get in the way Everytime I talk, open my mouth, you gon' see lemonade I ain't lovin' on no ho, I keep my feelings safe [Chorus] First of all, ain't no rappin', I got cheese though If it ain't the gang, then it's just me talkin' RICO So, how these crackers tryna hit me with a RICO? I put a hundred in my clip, no time to reload 'Fore you think 'bout runnin' up, lil' boy, go run you some Ms Right now, I'm so fired up, I might die tryna live Back when we was jits, remember that shit, in the cell they sent me Ain't no competition, but, [?] [Verse 2] Still don't understand it, how you put hoes over family? I'm, gettin' loaf like a deli Been rockin' for, back in the G, could of sworn we was better When I won, he didn't clap for me, right there, I knew he was jealous I don't wanna do no settlin', babygirl, I'm married to the game I got a cougar ho, yeah she go both ways [?] know I'll pop out in dark, catch him, gon' spray I ain't got no heart, so I'm gon' cut you no spade Bae, even though we MIA, [?] he like the way I ain't stuntin' what they say, he just rappin' game Man, these niggas see me comin', look the other way [Chorus] First of all, ain't no rappin', I got cheese though If it ain't the gang, then it's just me talkin' RICO So, how these crackers tryna hit me with a RICO? I put a hundred in my clip, no time to reload 'Fore you think 'bout runnin' up, lil' boy, go run you some Ms Right now, I'm so fired up, I might die tryna live Back when we was jits, remember that shit, in the cell they sent me Ain't no competition, but, [?]

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  • Hotboii
  • ATL Jacob