First Things First

First things first go ride for your bro in a hearse

We got shotty's to blow your head off your shoulders

Gang been putting in work

Invest in blades and Glocks that merc

We had his family crying in church

Better run when you see this flash

Cuz' it'll be a second 'Till them boys burst

They rapping like they touch me, like what?

Get the fuck out of the stu'

Didn't your bro get put on the news?

You haven't got back I'm still confused

I'm telling my bro "go reach for the bag"

I'm running the ball n' stabbing his dad

I'm down for the cause, you lying on tracks

It's go do a drill before you come rap

I just came out from doing a stretch

I'm looking for opps a-drill 'em again

Pushing my blade in Jecci's head

They didn't do shit but run to a friend

I been in the fiends with that Uati pack

They calling me up sayin' "send me a bag"

I'll make you cough from that NikNev fact

I'm posted up he gon' hear this bang (bang bang)

Come test the block with our purgin's

Look around tryna shoot at a person

Who do you think got Star bored up?

? ? gon' get cheffed up

Skeez in a riot that shot out the car

Make 'em all run tryna duck all these darts

Fuck all the opps we know they ain't hard

Sippin' on T with you in my blunt

If first things first go ride for your bro in a hearse

We got shotty's to blow your head off your shoulders

Gang been putting in work

Invest in blades and Glock's that merc

We had his family crying in church

Better run when you see this flash

Cuz' it'll be a second 'Till them boys burst

I'm a skinny cunt but made half of them **** run

When they see me they know what's up

They say I'm a skinny kid but these pussies know what I did

Jumped out and done him up

Dying to leave this kid, we chop him like weed in the mix

Spliff got me coughin' up

And no I can't die so I swing my arms in the party I might just Uati bop (gang gang)

Their lack in your health

They think It's a game 'Till they run out of health

Like how many wounds has your brother done held?

And I don't need a gang bitch I'll do it myself, pussy

Now let's get to the facts

I can name multiple opps that I stabbed

We done said names and place with times and dates

And they're still gonna say we cap

I'm not stressin' gang'll do it then we leave him

Press him, chef him, bless him, how's he breathing?

It's depressing shit, they ain't pressing shit

But they talking shit like we don't beat them

It was us that left that pussy bleeding out

Talking on my bro, who's in their feelings now?

Chasing **** up and walking **** down

Bro got put in cuffs and yours is in the ground

If first things first go ride for your bro in a hearse

We got shotty's to blow your head off your shoulders

Gang been putting in work

Invest in blades and Glock's that merc

We had his family crying in church

Better run when you see this flash

Cuz' it'll be a second 'Till them boys burst