1st N 3rd (feat. Future & Lil Baby)

[Future]

DY Krazy

Man, this sound like that first and the third shit

D. Hill (Pluto)

Skrrt, skrrt

Yeah, finessin' and trappin' and trappin' and trappin'

Finessin' and trappin' and trappin' and trappin' (Let's go)

Finessin' and trappin' and trappin' and trappin' (What we doing?)

Finessin' and trappin', yeah

Finessin' and trappin' and trappin' and trappin'

Finessin' and trappin' and trappin' and trappin'

Finessin' and trappin', yeah

Finessin' and trappin', woah

Drinkin' on lean by the four (Woah)

Anywhere I go, I glow (Woah)

First and the third, it roll (Woah)

Junkies, they beatin' down the door (Woo)

Thumb through that sack when I count up that check

Like I'm playin' three dice, I'm breakin' the bank

Servin' that fish, they be drownin' your nose

Trappin' and rappin' and droppin' off loads

Secret department, it's strapped with the pole

Step in designer, they zipped up

Japanese bitches from Hong Kong

Makin' my digits, I'm long gone

Pitchin' them chickens like John Smoltz

Hit on that thot, she say bravo

Serve out the spot, I'm gettin' nachos

Turbo, I smash out on po-po

Ain't no tint on the Maybach, a fishbowl

Movin' narcotics with pink toes

Had to go buy me a mink coat

Cook up a key and whip up a key, ain't talkin' piano

Came from the streets, got on my feet, and hopped in a Lambo'

I had a plug before I got a buzz, I bought me a bando

I'm on the drugs and I'm on that mud, I count up two hundo

Fuck all them duds, ain't no one to trust, you gotta let your gun go

I told you mob shit, gon' pop shit for Lil Marlo

Blatt, blatt

Yeah, finessin' and trappin' and trappin' and trappin'

Finessin' and trappin' and trappin' and trappin' (Let's go)

Finessin' and trappin' and trappin' and trappin' (What we doing?)

Finessin' and trappin', yeah

Finessin' and trappin' and trappin' and trappin'

Finessin' and trappin' and trappin' and trappin'

Finessin' and trappin', yeah

Finessin' and trappin', woah

Drinkin' on lean by the four (Woah)

Anywhere I go, I glow (Woah)

Three-point-five for the low (Woo)

Junkies, they beatin' down the door (Woo)

Thumb through that sack when I count up that check

Like I'm playin' three dice, I'm breakin' the bank

Servin' that fish, they be drownin' your nose

Trappin' and rappin' and droppin' off loads

[Marlo]

First and third, we rollin'

I jump in the deuce and I make this shit jump to a four, nigga

I get these bitches for low

Long live Mexico, D comin' straight off the boat

And I'm stackin' these bricks up and servin' a hundred

Got me whippin' that work and I'm cookin' that order

I ain't know that was your daughter

But I hit it once, psych, fucked her for brunch and lunch

Want the plug send a thousand bags, give it a month

Only want the fishscale, give me that dope

Eight years old when I jumped off the porch

By the time I was ten, nigga gave me the ropes

By twelve years old, I'm the baby lil' G.O.A.T.

Nigga fourteen, fuckin' on grown-up hoes

When I come to your place, gotta know I'm on go

And I only use the stove when I'm whippin' that dope

Gotta free J-Rock

I seen that J hit a rock to the face

And I bought me a nine, whip the nine with the bang

Tote load in from behind, nigga, I move the yay

Young nigga kickin' that dope, uh

I'm rockin' all white like I'm a pope

And I'm still a young nigga, but I give you some hope (Young)

[Future]

Yeah, finessin' and trappin' and trappin' and trappin'

Finessin' and trappin' and trappin' and trappin' (Let's go)

Finessin' and trappin' and trappin' and trappin' (What we doing?)

Finessin' and trappin', yeah

Finessin' and trappin' and trappin' and trappin'

Finessin' and trappin' and trappin' and trappin'

Finessin' and trappin', yeah

Finessin' and trappin', woah

Drinkin' on lean by the four (Woah)

Anywhere I go, I glow (Woah)

Three-point-five for the low (Woo)

Junkies, they beatin' down the door (Woo)

Thumb through that sack when I count up that check

Like I'm playin' three dice, I'm breakin' the bank

Servin' that fish, they be drownin' your nose

Trappin' and rappin' and droppin' off loads

[Lil Baby]

Lamborghini Baby, I'm turnt

I don't want the bitch, she burnt

I was gettin' money back then, ask whoever

Million dollar spots, on God, had several

Now I'm booked up, you can check my schedule

Swear I ain't regular, two hundred racks for these shows

I used to package the 'bows

He get finessed if he go

Uppin' the strap if he don't

First and the third, every day on my phone

We put them packs in the zone

Run through the 6 with this shit

I took a risk to get rich

Me and Marlo on the highway

He go his way, I go my way

You can smell it from the driveway

Fuck the neighbors, they can call 'em

Hope my country boy get all 'em

We ride through traffic tomorrow

Get a condo for the guala

Did the impossible, I used to drive an Impala

Still riding 'round with that chopper

That's how I gotta be, I don't see nobody stoppin' me

I'm at the pent', ain't nobody on top of me

Still in the hood, I feel like it's a part of me

I ran it up, I made it out of poverty

Is you proud of me?

[Future]

Yeah, finessin' and trappin' and trappin' and trappin'

Finessin' and trappin' and trappin' and trappin' (Let's go)

Finessin' and trappin' and trappin' and trappin' (What we doing?)

Finessin' and trappin', yeah

Finessin' and trappin' and trappin' and trappin'

Finessin' and trappin' and trappin' and trappin'

Finessin' and trappin', yeah

Finessin' and trappin', woah

Drinkin' on lean by the four (Woah)

Anywhere I go, I glow (Woah)

Three-point-five for the low (Woo)

Junkies, they beatin' down the door (Woo)

Thumb through that sack when I count up that check

Like I'm playin' three dice, I'm breakin' the bank

Servin' that fish, they be drownin' your nose

Trappin' and rappin' and droppin' off loads