First Form Lyrics

Look 7 Spitta Young Heartthrob Sloppy Joe

Look

Smoking on extendedos wit a bunch dope

That's double dutch nigga i ain't jumping rope

This shit crazy come and praise me

Nigga Ill become the pope

I be going so in I ain't selling bundles tho

Trapping out a bungalow

I was tryna fix my life because I knew that I was fucking broke

Niggas keep a shooter behind seven like he double 0

Hopped up off that porch my momma poor

I gotta double load

If I can't make a way it ain't no way that I was coming home

My momma say you think you grown

She know she right I think she wrong

I turned my back in vlone

Niggas wanna be my clone

These bitches won't leave me alone

She think I'm wit other hoes

I just wanna be alone

This 40 go PPP nigga i gotta loan

I don't owe a nigga shit boy I got it on my own

My bitch brown like Hennessy

I got her on patron

Wipe a nigga nose like he gotta runny nose or he got the common cold

Niggas call me sloppy Joe

Any mini miny moe

Different flavors of the bos

All 7 days I'm off strong so my lungs week

I keep a thick bitch with some legs like chun li

Niggas know I was trill before triller was funny

My pops used to pick me up from school banging bun b

I came from the mud and started dripping made it muddy

I been had the vision but when you seen it it was fuzzy

Looking better than my bitch but my bitch ain't ugly

I'm Still a Heartthrob bitches feel it in they tummy

I saw yo nigga rap that shit dead he a mummy

I'm laughing to the bank bitches say I'm acting funny

All my bitches thick and I gotta couple that be chubby

She be like I hate it here I know these bitches love me

My momma see the good in me

I just see the hood in me

I don't read no books

My life a book I need a booking fee

I'm in the jungle I'm not a sheep

I had to hunt and cook and eat

I hit the wood

it hit me back

I tried to talk but couldn't speak

I'm smoking trees but in a leaf

Plug wit Unc but his niece

If he knew he'll hit knees

He might just tax a extra sleeve

But I'll get em gone by a quarter eve

niggas telling they ain't real

Sorry boy you been deceived

If bitches Karen call him Steve

What's a plead Nigga please

You ain't coming how I'm coming then move around in these streets

I'm on grind for this cheese

Everyday not a week

I gotta 9 that'll squeeze

If You ain't slime it'll sneeze

Leave a nigga slimey

I got shit on make you say where he find these

All these niggas cap like Don C

Bitch gimme mind to my mind eased

She know I come wit 3 legs but she just be 5 feet

I just need the brain zombie

Gone and hit yo knees baby just like a tall tee

I'll put a whole in a nigga clothes Abercrombie

She don't want my niggas she want me and I'm the worst one

Yatchy in his final form baby this my first one

I been killing shit since verse 1

Cut into niggas like surgeons

Disperse them when my verse done

Yo fan base be uncertain

I just closed the burtains