CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : First Light
4 a.m. im out here smoking on a noodie
I see the sunrise now is time to keep it moving
You niggas ain't a threat who you thaught you was behoovin
I'm riding through the Cali only bumping old music
I pull up on my momma just to see what they was doing
I'm headed out to eat, I just ate but I'm hungry
I ain't finna play with none of you niggas or your homies
He said he wouldn't run, found out that was bologna
Bitch!
Yea nigga, hell yeah send him off a cliff
She said I drove her crazy told that bitch to get a grip
I got the F80 just to add it to the whips
I pull up to the car meet smoking on a fifth
If I let you slide then consider that a gift
If I'm f*cking with her let her book a lil trip
Ion remember nothing but I bet I won't forget
If he run up on me let the old boat rip
Think that I was sketchy wise hand on his hip
Stage 2 tuned, hit the pop when I dip
Imma raise a cup for the hood and take a sip
Imma have a f*cking blast, crash the event
Imma tell it to the class he ain't really rich
Piccadilly eating ass niggas talking shit
They was in the club smoking only one skimp
When I get a steak I need side of grilled shrimp
Or go get the crab leg, butter up the bitch
I ain't even flex, I will butter off the bitch
She wanna pull up just cos of the accent
Ion give a f*ck don't give me your two cents
Imma give it to a junkie like he needed it
She looked up to me and said "You so conceited-ed"
He said he was coming but I'm not believing it...
YOU BITCH!
I see the sunrise now is time to keep it moving
You niggas ain't a threat who you thaught you was behoovin
I'm riding through the Cali only bumping old music
I pull up on my momma just to see what they was doing
I'm headed out to eat, I just ate but I'm hungry
I ain't finna play with none of you niggas or your homies
He said he wouldn't run, found out that was bologna
Bitch!
Yea nigga, hell yeah send him off a cliff
She said I drove her crazy told that bitch to get a grip
I got the F80 just to add it to the whips
I pull up to the car meet smoking on a fifth
If I let you slide then consider that a gift
If I'm f*cking with her let her book a lil trip
Ion remember nothing but I bet I won't forget
If he run up on me let the old boat rip
Think that I was sketchy wise hand on his hip
Stage 2 tuned, hit the pop when I dip
Imma raise a cup for the hood and take a sip
Imma have a f*cking blast, crash the event
Imma tell it to the class he ain't really rich
Piccadilly eating ass niggas talking shit
They was in the club smoking only one skimp
When I get a steak I need side of grilled shrimp
Or go get the crab leg, butter up the bitch
I ain't even flex, I will butter off the bitch
She wanna pull up just cos of the accent
Ion give a f*ck don't give me your two cents
Imma give it to a junkie like he needed it
She looked up to me and said "You so conceited-ed"
He said he was coming but I'm not believing it...
YOU BITCH!
