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    Marlo feat. Future & Lil Baby – 1st N 3rd [2020]

    Künstler:
    FutureLil BabyMarlo.Qualitäter

    [Intro: Future]
    DY Krazy
    Man, this sound like that first and the third shit
    D. Hill (Pluto)
    Skrrt, skrrt

    [Chorus: 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

    [Post-Chorus: Future]
    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

    [Verse 1: Future]
    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

    [Chorus: 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

    [Post-Chorus: Future]
    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

    [Verse 2: 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)

    [Chorus: 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

    [Post-Chorus: Future]
    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

    [Verse 3: 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?

    [Chorus: 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

    [Post-Chorus: Future]
    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


    Künstler:
    FutureLil BabyMarlo.Qualitäter


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