"1st Place" lyrics
Yeah
Niggas in our way, they can't stop nothin' (They can't stop nothin')
She gon' keep suckin' til I stop cummin' ('Til I stop cummin')
Only time I'm nervous when the cops comin' (When the cops comin', Matt Brick$)
Ruth Chris, lot of steaks, it's a big tab (It's a big tab)
DJ quarterbackin' shit, I feel like McNabb (Like McNabb)
If I don't look good, you can bet my bitch bad (Yeah, this bitch bad)
Lame niggas in her face, watch my bitch laugh (She gon' laugh)
Facin' 'Woods, countin' money, I don't get mad (Countin' money)
Put the Lam' in Corsa mode, watch this bitch drag (Yeah, that bitch fast)
New Amiris cost a thousand, yeah, these rich pants (Yeah, these rich pants)
Cartiers on my arm, these ain't wristbands (These ain't wristbands)
'Member I ain't have shit, I used to ride the bus (I was broke)
Now you see me in that Urus when I'm flyin' up (Yeah, I'm flyin')
Balenciaga socks, I can't tie 'em up (I can't tie 'em)
All these grams in this 'Wood, I can't light it up (I can't light it)
I'm on these rap niggas' ass, I can't lighten up (I'm on they ass)
This shit comin' off the top, I ain't write it up (Off the top)
Diamonds flashin' on my wrist, yeah, they bright as fuck (Yeah, this bussin')
This bitch bad, I'm like, "Can your nigga fight or what?" (Can he fight?)
Balenciagas big, but they fit tight as fuck (Yeah, they tight)
I get fly, she like, "Damn, is you a kite or what?" (Is you a kite or what?)
Book the Clan, two bands, yeah, we slidin' up (Book the Clan)
Urus and a Cullinan, we don't be ridin' up (Big foreigns)
Walk up to the baddest bitch like, "You fine as fuck" (Bitch, you fine as fuck)
You want some Dom? you sip lean? You want wine or what? (What you need?)
My bitch bad, she walk in, bitches straighten up (Straighten up)
Think I'm dreamin', get some top while I'm wakin' up (Goddamn)
Really hate weak bitches, guess I'm racist, huh? (Guess I'm racist, huh?)
Fuckin' bitches on the balcony in Vegas, huh? (Damn)
I don't smoke, but we got pounds, DJ facin' one (He facin' one)
This bitch bad, I'm like, "Can your nigga take a punch?" (Punch)
Let me fuck you on your break 'cause he don't bring you lunch (Bring you lunch)
I just hit her when I'm bored, yeah, it's been some months (I was bored)
Eatin' breakfast with your son, he like Cap'n Crunch (Cap'n Crunch)
She let me hit her three times, I only met her once (Met her once)
Yeah, let them bitches in, these niggas not with us (Hell nah)
Got the top, then I dipped, act like I'm in a rush (In a rush)
White bitch rich as fuck with the fakest butt (Fakest ass)
She love that ghetto shit, I let her hit my double cup (Double cup)
This shit simple, we be rappin' just to run it up (Run it up)
Gettin' bored with this shit, bro, who cold as us? (On God)
Everywhere we go, the bitches flock, yeah, they notice us (Notice us)
She like, "Ain't you with the Clan? Y'all be goin' up" (On my mama)
Them hoes ain't bad, they can't go with us (They can't go)
This Omega on this beat, nigga, load it up (Load it up)
Neezy poured in this GLE, he tore it up (Tore it up)
Ten foreigns back-to-back when we showin' up (Yeah, that's us)
Weak bitches make me sick, got me throwin' up (Ugh)
Big trophy on my wrist, watch me hold it up (Big trophy)
BucksClan in first place, you niggas know it's us (Know it's us)
Tryna fuck the first date, bitch, you know what's up (You know what's up)
Persian bitch from the valley, got an accent (Got an accent)
Last year you was the man, bro, what happened? (Damn, what happened?)
Gucci with a Louis shirt like, "What match this?" (Ayy, what match this?)
Told 'em load this shit up, I heard Matt Brick$
(Matt Brick$)
(Omega)
(Nike Boy)
Niggas in our way, they can't stop nothin' (They can't stop nothin')
She gon' keep suckin' til I stop cummin' ('Til I stop cummin')
Only time I'm nervous when the cops comin' (When the cops comin', Matt Brick$)
Ruth Chris, lot of steaks, it's a big tab (It's a big tab)
DJ quarterbackin' shit, I feel like McNabb (Like McNabb)
If I don't look good, you can bet my bitch bad (Yeah, this bitch bad)
Lame niggas in her face, watch my bitch laugh (She gon' laugh)
Facin' 'Woods, countin' money, I don't get mad (Countin' money)
Put the Lam' in Corsa mode, watch this bitch drag (Yeah, that bitch fast)
New Amiris cost a thousand, yeah, these rich pants (Yeah, these rich pants)
Cartiers on my arm, these ain't wristbands (These ain't wristbands)
'Member I ain't have shit, I used to ride the bus (I was broke)
Now you see me in that Urus when I'm flyin' up (Yeah, I'm flyin')
Balenciaga socks, I can't tie 'em up (I can't tie 'em)
All these grams in this 'Wood, I can't light it up (I can't light it)
I'm on these rap niggas' ass, I can't lighten up (I'm on they ass)
This shit comin' off the top, I ain't write it up (Off the top)
Diamonds flashin' on my wrist, yeah, they bright as fuck (Yeah, this bussin')
This bitch bad, I'm like, "Can your nigga fight or what?" (Can he fight?)
Balenciagas big, but they fit tight as fuck (Yeah, they tight)
I get fly, she like, "Damn, is you a kite or what?" (Is you a kite or what?)
Book the Clan, two bands, yeah, we slidin' up (Book the Clan)
Urus and a Cullinan, we don't be ridin' up (Big foreigns)
Walk up to the baddest bitch like, "You fine as fuck" (Bitch, you fine as fuck)
You want some Dom? you sip lean? You want wine or what? (What you need?)
My bitch bad, she walk in, bitches straighten up (Straighten up)
Think I'm dreamin', get some top while I'm wakin' up (Goddamn)
Really hate weak bitches, guess I'm racist, huh? (Guess I'm racist, huh?)
Fuckin' bitches on the balcony in Vegas, huh? (Damn)
I don't smoke, but we got pounds, DJ facin' one (He facin' one)
This bitch bad, I'm like, "Can your nigga take a punch?" (Punch)
Let me fuck you on your break 'cause he don't bring you lunch (Bring you lunch)
I just hit her when I'm bored, yeah, it's been some months (I was bored)
Eatin' breakfast with your son, he like Cap'n Crunch (Cap'n Crunch)
She let me hit her three times, I only met her once (Met her once)
Yeah, let them bitches in, these niggas not with us (Hell nah)
Got the top, then I dipped, act like I'm in a rush (In a rush)
White bitch rich as fuck with the fakest butt (Fakest ass)
She love that ghetto shit, I let her hit my double cup (Double cup)
This shit simple, we be rappin' just to run it up (Run it up)
Gettin' bored with this shit, bro, who cold as us? (On God)
Everywhere we go, the bitches flock, yeah, they notice us (Notice us)
She like, "Ain't you with the Clan? Y'all be goin' up" (On my mama)
Them hoes ain't bad, they can't go with us (They can't go)
This Omega on this beat, nigga, load it up (Load it up)
Neezy poured in this GLE, he tore it up (Tore it up)
Ten foreigns back-to-back when we showin' up (Yeah, that's us)
Weak bitches make me sick, got me throwin' up (Ugh)
Big trophy on my wrist, watch me hold it up (Big trophy)
BucksClan in first place, you niggas know it's us (Know it's us)
Tryna fuck the first date, bitch, you know what's up (You know what's up)
Persian bitch from the valley, got an accent (Got an accent)
Last year you was the man, bro, what happened? (Damn, what happened?)
Gucci with a Louis shirt like, "What match this?" (Ayy, what match this?)
Told 'em load this shit up, I heard Matt Brick$
(Matt Brick$)
(Omega)
(Nike Boy)
