First Degree Lyrics

Aye, Aye

Hop out the whip with $7000 on my feet

I been drillin' and killin', can't leave the house without my heat

My MAC is just like a really good song, it's always on repeat

That boy ain't like that in real life, man he just like that in a tweet, aye

Had an opp' running back without a pair of cleats

I'm really cleanin' up, sweepin' up all the rappers that I eat

He was mentionin' me, now his 0.5 picture on a tee

Neck is icy, but I still somehow gave that boy first degree

Got a compact in the car, 'cause I can't take it in the booth

I'm a dentist how I put the metal to his tooth

Saw a opp' at the store, so at first I played it cool, then

Boom, Bop!

Mannequin challenge, he can't move

How you put a 7.62 in a Glock 45?

Man, you rappers just be cappin' in your rhymes

How you put a switch on a sniper? You a internet typer

What's gon' happen if I take you offline?

Man, I got a couple foreign shooters, they can't even speak no English

But believe me, they'll hit you in your spine

2014, I put a opp' in a headlock, recorded with my phone, and then put it on Vine

Aye

Four pockets full, like I'm signed to Lil Baby

Jeans stuffed with dudes that look like they was in the navy

Said a smart bar, now some dude's trying to pay me

I look in my pocket, it's a tool and about eighty two

Pocket like the Earth, 'lotta green and blue

I been bool all day, pourin' lean in the coupe

Yeah, I shoot on the daily, I don't even hoop

That boy don't like my songs, but his girl got me on loop

Hop out the whip with $7000 on my feet

I been drillin' and killin', can't leave the house without my heat

My MAC is just like a really good song, it's always on repeat

That boy ain't like that in real life, man he just like that in a tweet, aye

Had an opp' running back without a pair of cleats

I'm really cleanin' up, sweepin' up all the rappers that I eat

He was mentionin' me, now his 0.5 picture on a tee

Neck is icy, but I still somehow gave that boy first degree

Hop out the whip with $7000 on my feet

I been drillin' and killin', can't leave the house without my heat

My MAC is just like a really good song, it's always on repeat

That boy ain't like that in real life, man he just like that in a tweet, aye

Had an opp' running back without a pair of cleats

I'm really cleanin' up, sweepin' up all the rappers that I eat

He was mentionin' me, now his 0.5 picture on a tee

Neck is icy, but I still somehow gave that boy first degree