First Place Lyrics

She hop in the coupe, switching lanes with me Then we hop on a flight, up in planes we

be Flyin' out to Cali, what will we see

Spendin' late nights, gettin' turnt up on the beach

Yeah, I'm comin' for your spot I'm runnin', runnin' to the top

You think you a red light, but I won't stop Go through, go through, and that's on God

This beat fire, who's the prod? I'll keep rappin' till I drop

Gonna sweep the competition, give me a mop Like a Swiffer wet-jet, yeah I won the bet

Feel like I'm in first place, but we just don't know it yet

Brodie said he gonna die young, that's the truth

Wanna know the cause of death? It's cause this beat killin' you

Movin' past you, better call the past you Cause you goin' home LynchieLive, yeah, yo rent due

Feel like Scooby-Dooby-Doo, but this ain't no mystery

Always first place, yeah, I be makin' history You got bad breath, boy, go and get some Listerine

Cut your hair off in your sleep, now you look like Mr. Clean

Now I'm in the zone, shorty callin' my phone I'm the goat, you got to make a clone

I don't answer calls, leave a message at the tone

King like I'm Louis V, give me the throne Nah, bitch, who is he? I'm makin' it my own

Tommy Nook, stay away from me, cause I pay off my loan

She hop in the coupe, switchin' lanes with me Then we hop on a flight, up in planes we be

Flyin' out to Cali, what will we see? Spendin' late nights, getting turnt up on the beach

Yeah, I'm coming for your spot, I'm running, running to the top

You think you a red light, but I won't stop Go through, go through, and that's on God

This beat fire, who's the prod? I'll keep rappin' till I drop

What I heard, that's the word, and you know I'm with your bird

Larry Bird, 33, shoot it green, yeah, that's what I mean

Lethal shooter on your block like I'm Ja Morant

You know I'm getting first place, then I do my dance

Feel like Tay-K, do the race, look at all my fans

Counting money up, yeah, I got bands in my pants

Take a close look at my stat sheet through the lens

On the ice like I'm Crosby, Pittsburgh Pens

Spend some money on a new car, I crash the Benz

Who knows, I may just fuck around and do it again

She hop in the coupe, switchin' lanes with me

Then we hop on a flight, up in planes we be

Flyin' out to Cali, what will we see

Spendin' late nights, getting turned up on the beach

Yeah, I'm coming for your spot, I'm running, running to the top

You think you a red light, but I won't stop

Go through, go through, and that's on God

We in first place, yeah, I won the race