Hello

(Verse 1) (PFT):

Venomous cats, they be hidden in mask &
Jim Carrey, him carry pen & a pad
He remain button lipped until the benjamins grabbed
And then he dip, Turn Fenton
Burn pension on gas
Goth bizzle
Competition in trash bin
And if they not, they catch one to the temple
No aspirin, like what is not to get?
This shit is simple as math is
Steady kickin shit like Enter The Dragon (on these bitch niggas)
It would be grand if niggas kept it a buck fifty
Instead of lying and swearin that they don't fuck wit me
Scary, my shit as rare as some nun titties
Twice as graceful while you spiteful, hateful
Tryna swipe my paper but they not successful
And they got me heated like an iron kettle
And they tryna play me just like I'm a cello
But they got me fucked up, real nigga shit (Yall niggas on that other shit, really)

(Chorus) (PFT):

(How you doin) Hello (What's good) (12X)

(Verse 2)

How you doing, how you feeling ,what's good?
I can pull up with the baddest in the hood
I be spitting like Suge on these beats that i be wrecking in my adolescence
AIn't no second guessin
Get to killing without asking questions
I've been feeling too cold, think i need heat
S-C-O-K-I-Double D
And y'all rapping niggas lame, need to take a seat
Mess with me, Fuck around and get yo ass beat
First Class Take Off til I'm off earth
But when i'm gone, i'll prolly be on Mars getting turnt
With a couple bad martians, like it when i flirt
Get some Martian space pussy, gotta put in work
I've been tryna run a check with my amigos
Got some recognition then i started meeting freak hoes
Same nigga, same style, wear the same clothes
I ain't even trippin
Was expected
I know how it go
My OG put me hip to these hoes games
I know the truth, I'll never look at a bitch the same
Fuckin & suckin on bout any nigga with a name
I'm sendin shots, wanna feel it?
Then I'm gon aim
First Class, gang gang
700 shit
Treat everything like a marathon
I be runnin shit
I'm tryna make it to the top and get to gunnin shit
I'm working on a Mil
In a minute, I should be stuntin bitch
Yall done let a beast loose
Cuttin up like I reap you
See me coming, retreat dude
Trippin like i'm a chicken coupe
Imma kill for millenials
Gotta do it, it's me or you
Know my answer if I'mma choose
Beat the beat and i leave it bruise
Chasin the paper, middle finger to the haters
And i know the hatin'
Snappin like the jaws on aligators
I see imitators
Everybody sayin First Class
What the fuck is that?
You ain't First Class, You can't pass nigga

(Chorus)