Big 1$t Freestyle

[Intro]
Good job, 1st

[Verse]
Here a lil' story 'bout a nigga named 1st
Started with a lil' nigga playin' in the dirt
Grinding, streets, straight to the vert
I don't know the last time a nigga smoked purp (Smoked purp)
But shout out to my nigga Smokepurpp (What's up?)
I got a lil' thing on the east side
She the baddest goddess on this earth (Oh)
I just pulled up, yo, baby, bring out a lighter (Please)
She from Cali, she like, "1st, you so fire"
Loud pipes, engine sound like a tiger
She make money, plus she can cook, I might wife her
Her ass is one to admire, only big money excite her
Gotta stay true, I'm no liar, every year I get tighter
How the fuck you a biter and you niggas still got writers?
It's impossible to slow down, nigga, run-flat my tires

[Chorus]
We just smokin', we just ridin'
Eyes low as fuck, I'm looking like Tyson
And I'm lookin too damn clean to be fightin'
I bet that Glock'll make 'em back up (Ba-ba-ba-ba-back up)
We just smokin', we just ridin'
Eyes low as fuck, I'm looking like Tyson
And I'm lookin too damn clean to be fightin'
I bet that Glock'll make 'em back up (Ba-ba-ba-ba-back up)

[Outro]
Yeah yeah, ooh
Yeah yeah, ooh