Future - First Off (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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Future - First Off (en) Lyrics
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First off, you get the ammo,
then you cock it (Ooh)
First off, we had to blast off
like a rocket (Skrrt, skrrt)
I put the Patek water on,
but I got options (Yeah)
PJ takin’ off and I ain’t stoppin’, no
Louis V belts, Louis V on my walls
Fishscale, nigga, I can’t
fuck with no laws (Yeah)
Never fear what’s on my
lens, I see fugazi
I should pee on this bitch and
make her pay me (Yeah)
Started off surfin’ on a codeine wave
I don’t exchange info
with these niggas
They some opps, you can kill
’em, they ain’t with us
Ordered a pound of gas to smoke,
I need a fill up (Yeah)
Got a line on good Gelato and Gorilla
Hella freaky with me, know
you gon’ get hit up
Steppin’ over dead bodies in Margielas
I touched a hundred M’s and I’ve
been gettin’ better (Ooh)
In a red Bugatti, gave
it right to valet
Shoot his head off right,
it get you new Sheneneh
Shootin’ dice all night,
yeah, me and Dae Dae
We had to work the one on ’em,
it was a good payday
It was a teenager, they put him
on the news where I’m from
He let off 40 shots, he
can’t get no bond
Closed on when he shoppin’,
when he kill him, he young
They ever get caught snitchin’,
they gon’ cut off your tongue
I can’t wait ’til they
set the rat up, yeah
I was catchin’ juugs, now
a nigga a millionaire
I get the rap check and
I avoid the paps
I get NBA money and ain’t
been in the draft
Yeah, I’m back on the Forbes,
shit crazy (Yeah)
I make more than Dwyane Wade,
baby (Pop it, pop it)
I’m a street nigga and I stay faded
Never worked in a gym,
but I weighed it
First off, you get the ammo, then
you cock it (Straight up)
First off, we had to blast
off like a rocket (Uh)
I put the Patek water on,
but I got options
Fishscale, nigga, I can’t
fuck with no laws
I should pee on this bitch
and make her pay me
Bound to cut off where it’s dim
and pour above the rim (Yeah)
Get the backend at the door and
let the dogs kill (Dogs)
Point ’em out, then turn around,
that’s how we let ’em in
Paranoid, one conversation,
then I switch the SIM (Oh)
This took like NBA business, I
ain’t talkin’ scrimmage (NBA)
You know I’m James Bond with
it, Harden with the finish
The whip’s got curtain options
in it, I don’t need it tinted
Just need the option not to see
’em when I’m ridin’ in it
Used to spend checks on my Nikes,
now they pay me (Yeah)
Got some Bulls cheerleaders
and they wavy (Alright)
Number one off in my city like
McGrady (Straight up)
Yeah I’m back on the
Forbes, shit crazy
Roll some OG gas, I can’t let
’em breathe (It’s lit)
Pop me ten to three, I can’t let
’em sleep (Pop it, pop it)
Flyin’ through the clouds
in somethin’ heavenly
(To these racks, way up, way up)
Yeah, back on the Forbes, shit crazy
I make more than Dwayne Wade, baby
First off, we had to blast
off like a rocket
I put the Patek water on, but
I got options (It’s lit)
Back on the Forbes, shit crazy (Yeah)
I make more than Dwayne
Wade, baby (Yeah)
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