First 48 Lyrics by Icewear Vezzo is the latest English song. First 48 lyrics are written by Icewear Vezzo & Prince Jefe while the song is produced by Prince Jefe.
First 48 Song Details:
| Song: | First 48 |
| Singer: | Icewear Vezzo |
| Produced by: | Prince Jefe |
| Written by: | Icewear Vezzo & Prince Jefe |
First 48 Lyrics
Rell On The Track!
We gon’ turn up on that bitch like
Right here, gang
It’s on the floor, n!gga
Ayy, ayy
Yeah! I want all the cheese, nigga (Yeah)
Treat him like a baby and rock dog asleep (Bitch)
These two Cubans ’round my neck cost a car a piece (Hundreds)
N!ggas really want no smoke, they be callin’ peace
Yeah, we’ll catch him at the light and put some sh!t in him
AP, Philippe, got some shit in it
Yeah, b!tch, I need a trophy, ho, I been winnin’ (Drank God)
Went to Ace of Spade off a bar, threw a BIN in it (What?)
N!gga better not cross that line, we gon’ finish him (Yeah)
You like a n!gga crossed that line, oh, you finished, huh? (Oh, you finished, huh?)
N!ggas really never ball, you just scrimmage, huh? (You scrimmage, huh?)
Knock your shit across the rope, I play tennis now
B!tch, shot that chop when I turned ten (Shot that chop, bitch)
N!gga, I just popped me two Perc-10s (Perky)
Ayy! a dope spot was my first crib, nigga (Yeah?)
Shoot that chop if we bump heads, nigga (If we bump heads)
Yeah, that’s First 48, nigga (Shh)
I’ll run that bag, First 48 (Run it)
I just did another show and bought forty Dracs (Yeah)
Your b!tch thinkin’ she a nigga, I get shawty scraped, pu$$y (Iced Up Records)
Bought another chicken
Every time I up that wood, I get another splinter
A quarter mil’ the long way, that’s a hundred inches (Hundred thousand)
Want that money to myself, I’m a selfish nigga (Let’s go, ayy)
You be runnin’ from that pape’, boy, you don’t never get it (Never get it)
I be runnin’ from the jakes, thumbin’ through that chicken (C’mon)
If you see me in the sticks, n!gga, mind your business (Mind your business)
If we catch an opp lackin’, we put twenty in him
Boy! you know we better have your tool when we get to you (On God)
Free my n!gga Slick, he made the news, I’ll do the same to you (Slick)
If I put Gooch on your ass, boy, what you gon’ do? (Huh?)
I ain’t no Crip, but I got blues, I hit the sticks and make it move (Shh)
You think it’s super drop, but we hit the juice (Ah)
When we get the drop, we gon’ send the troops (Get his ass)
N!ggas really opps, boy, we know the truth (We know the truth)
A hundred fifty shots when we step in Truth (Grrt, bah)