1st N 3rd - MaRLo/Lil Baby/Future

Lyrics by：Rudolph Johnson/Dominique Jones/Nayvadius Wilburn

Composed by：Rudolph Johnson/Dominique Jones/Nayvadius Wilburn

Future：

DY Krazy

Man this sound like that first and the third s**t

D. Hill

Pluto

Skrrt skrrt

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

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

Future：

Secret department it's strapped with the pole

Step in designer they zipped up

Japanese b***hes 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 fish bowl

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 d**gs and I'm on that mud I count up two hundo

F**k all them duds ain't no one to trust you gotta let your gun go

I told you mob s**t gon' pop s**t for Lil Marlo

Blatt blatt

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

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

Marlo：

First and third we rollin'

I jump in the deuce and I make this s**t jump to a four n***a

I get these b***hes 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 duck

But I hit it once psych f**ked her for brunch and lunch

Want the plug send a thousand bags give it a month

Only want the fishscale give me that d**e

Eight years old when I jumped off the porch

By the time I was ten n***a gave me the ropes

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

N***a fourteen f**kin' on grown-up h*es

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

And I only use the stove when I'm whippin' that d**e

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 n***a I move the yay

Young n***a kickin' that d**e uh

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

And I'm still a young n***a 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

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

Lil Baby：

Lamborghini baby I'm turnt

I don't want the b***h 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 s**t

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

F**k 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

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