Noisy on the beat

First things first

If a **** ever cross the line, I'll put his ass in the dirt

Second of all I'm puttin' in work

I run this shit up, we ain't never gon' hurt

Keep that shit real, that's third

No nine-to-five, my ****, they slang on the curb

They get the check by the fourth

Gotta front auntie that dope, she gon' get on your nerves

I stay with that four-fifth, go to the club, go straight to the VIP

I done got rich, I'm still in the six

Huh, young **** stayed down, came up from a seven

They talkin' plates, we already ate

Everybody got a sack, ****, we straight

**** gon' hate, huh, okay

I bet this nine make his ass lose weight

Judge gave my brother ten

He hit a move for eleven bricks

Don't fuck with 12, I'm never gon' snitch

The trap behind me, that's thirteen sticks

Fourteen, trappin' the bomb full of nicks, yeah

Stood on that Candler Road, 1'5 shit, hah

New condo on 16th Street, got seventeen hoes gettin' geeked

Eighteen hundred for Prada, that's on my feet

Gotta keep Glock-19

Never goin' out sad, that shit in your dreams

**** ain't gang, they dub

Young **** with me ain't 21, still in the club

I heard that boy got hit up

They say them folks hit his ass like twenty-two slugs

Two-twenty-three, that LeBron

Twenty-four for the Rollie, it wet like a pond

Whole twenty-five, I'm a don

Keep shooters with me, I still got my gun, ****

Broke ****, go get funds, ****

I bring your ho to Plug block and we beat up her tongue, ****

I got the drop on the opp, don't go back and forth, we gon' get that shit gone, ****

First things first

If a **** ever cross the line, I'll put his ass in the dirt

Second of all I'm puttin' in work

I run this shit up, we ain't never gon' hurt

Keep that shit real, that's third

No nine-to-five, my ****, they slang on the curb

They get the check by the fourth

Gotta front auntie that dope, she gon' get on your nerves

I stay with that four-fifth, go to the club, go straight to the VIP

I done got rich, I'm still in the six

Huh, young **** stayed down, came up from a seven

They talkin' plates, we already ate

Everybody got a sack, ****, we straight

**** gon' hate, huh, okay

I bet this nine make his ass lose weight

Need like ten, just get in

Eleven thousand on the front end

I bet I handle that business, it come in

Run through them bands, they get blew like a fan

Them shooters pull up in Sedan

And they got bomb, Saddam

Gelato four-five in my lungs

These **** pussy, need pompoms

Big Pissy, wrist is flooded, need ganja

Gang gon' hold it down if I ever go under

Got more pull than a Toyota Tundra

I run it back when they fumble

Big B's with me, no bumble

Big C's with me, no crutches

No, I don't gangbang but I got love for all my brothers

So many hundreds, they bust out the duffle

I play my cards how they dealt, no shuffle

They know that Candler get hot like a pepper

No Kappa, no Alpha, my young **** steppers

Shawty came up, they ain't help her

Rockin' Balenciaga, no Maison Margiela

I'm with my ****, we go wherever

I'll sell you whatever

They got that dope, but my shit better

Keep cheese like I'm taking a picture

I got cheddar, huh

Fucked as soon as I met her, huh

If you know better, do better, huh

**** went broke tryna get on my level

She ride that dick like it came with pedals

One check big as your settlement

I got shooters in the front and the back, just like a president

Gucci'd down, cost your rent (Gucci, yeah, hah)