First Class

Lyrics

[Intro] Phew (Yeah, ShittyBoyz, Dog Shit Militia, that's on every song) Baby, it's the Fendi tee Bitch think I'm- Yeah (That's on every song) Yeah (ShittyBoyz, Dog Shit Militia, that's on every song) [Verse] Bitch think I'm starin' at her, really, it's the Fendi tee You ain't SBDSM, you really ain't a friend to me (ShittyBoyz) I like blue hundreds, told the bank teller Benji me Vacation from my bitch, for me it's a giffie spree First things first, first class every flight How the fuck that's your bitch? I'm with her ass every night Big black chopper sing, call the Mag Barry White I'm in the field catchin' plays, you can ask Jerry Rice Evеrything I got heavy, boy, your bag very light It's two hundred on thе dash, I'm blowin' past every light Fuck all day, damn near paid twenty cash for [?] Fuck Halloween, she gon' scream when I stab, every night Heartbreaker, leave a bitch with the sad face I done seen more butt from your bitch than a ashtray She on my dick, but my hip where the Mag stay In ATL drunk, I'm askin' hoes, "You want a ass, bae?" I don't want you 'round if you ain't tryna get no bag He ain't get no picture took when he was lookin' at the flash Mask off, take his future, we gon' leave him in the past I don't knuckle up, the .223s'll beat a nigga ass He ain't tryna kill shit, boy committin' leg murder Big Triple-S's on, need some head turners Whole gang full of rats, y'all some fed workers Old bitch head McDonald's, new bitch head [?] If it's beef, drop shells, for my cheese, leave him taco sauce On his block, if he don't duck that bitch, knock his taco off If I can't pop you, I know TrDee'll rock your jaw If you barkin' up the wrong tree, I promise you was not no dog Saks Fifth daily, everybody think I work in there Head fire, bought her new Chanels 'cause she earned a pair Side bitch don't even ask for bundles, she got Persian hair Auto-start the Trackhawk, the hoes thought they heard a bear Stop rappin' 'bout your team, you ain't doin' shit for 'em Exotic rental, Lambourghini truck, this the big foreign Grill his ass with that four-five, this the big Foreman Never thought that I'd be MVP when I was bench warmer We'll turn a nigga block into a Michael Bay production You know we comin' in with sticks if me and gang invade the function This some fire 201, bitch, I ain't even pay for nothin' The opps was at the club broke, I think they should've came with crutches On my way to the top, it's my destiny Short temper with a Glock tucked, better not mess with me You ain't got no money, I don't care what you suggest to me Off-White enthusiast, I always keep a X on me (Off-White) [Outro] Phew, yeah (Real ShittyBoyz shit, she gon' fuck 'cause the ShittyBoyz lit, dumb-ass nigga) (Yeah, though) (Phew, phew)