Intro 
Noisy on the beat 

Chorus: Yung Mal 
First things first 
If a nigga ever cross the line, I'll put his ass in the dirt 
Second of all I'm puttin' in work 
I run this shit up, we ain't never gon' hurt 
Keep that shit real, that's third 
No nine-to-five, my niggas, they slang on the curb 
They get the check by the fourth 
Gotta front auntie that dope, she gon' get on your nerves 
I stay with that four-fifth, go to the club, go straight to the VIP 
I done got rich, I'm still in the 6 
Huh, young nigga stayed down, came up from a seven 
They talkin' plates, we already ate 
Everybody got a sack, nigga, we straight 
Niggas gon' hate, huh, okay 
I bet this nine make his ass lose weight 

Verse 1: Yung Mal 
Judge gave my brother ten 
He hit a move for eleven bricks 
Don't fuck with 12, I'm never gon' snitch 
The trap behind me, that's thirteen sticks 
Fourteen, trappin' the bomb full of nicks, yeah 
Stood on that Candler Road, 1'5 shit, hah 
New condo on 16th Street, got seventeen hoes gettin' geeked 
Eighteen hundred for Prada, that's on my feet 
Gotta keep Glock-19 
Never goin' out sad, that shit in your dreams 
Niggas ain't gang, they dub 
Young niggas with me ain't 21, still in the club 
I heard that boy got hit up 
They say them folks hit his ass like twenty-two slugs 
Two-twenty-three, that LeBron 
Twenty-four for the Rollie, it wet like a pond 
Whole twenty-five, I'm a don 
Keep shooters with me, I still got my gun, nigga 
Broke nigga, go get funds, nigga 
I bring your ho to Plug block and we beat up her tongue, nigga 
I got the drop on the opp, don't go back and forth, we gon' get that shit gone, nigga 

Chorus: Yung Mal
First things first
If a nigga ever cross the line, I'll put his ass in the dirt
Second of all I'm puttin' in work
I run this shit up, we ain't never gon' hurt
Keep that shit real, that's third
No nine-to-five, my niggas, they slang on the curb
They get the check by the fourth
Gotta front auntie that dope, she gon' get on your nerves
I stay with that four-fifth, go to the club, go straight to the VIP
I done got rich, I'm still in the 6
Huh, young nigga stayed down, came up from a seven
They talkin' plates, we already ate
Everybody got a sack, nigga, we straight
Niggas gon' hate, huh, okay
I bet this nine make his ass lose weight (Noisy on the beat)

Verse 2: Stunna 4 Vegas
Better stay with your pole in the 704, yeah, you know how that go (Boom)
I was sicker than a bitch, I got pulled with six sticks in the city right after my show (Fuck)
I bang the 5 and my lil' nigga Crip, we both slangin' iron 'bout that 4, uh (4X)
These Jordan 3's on they throat (Uh)
I got two vibes tellin' me I'm the G.O.A.T., uh, uh (Thot-thot)
I'ma tell you one time (Uh)
Boy, you better not play with 4X (4X)
I set the bitch up like a punchline (Let's go)
When it's smoke, let's go, we gun firin' (Boom)
My money long like the lunchline (Cash)
I pull up like KD in crunch time (Score)
Two bustdowns, they both mine (Ice)
Still in the hood, I took off in no time (Blatt)

Chorus: Yung Mal
First things first
If a nigga ever cross the line, I'll put his ass in the dirt
Second of all I'm puttin' in work
I run this shit up, we ain't never gon' hurt
Keep that shit real, that's third
No nine-to-five, my niggas, they slang on the curb
They get the check by the fourth
Gotta front auntie that dope, she gon' get on your nerves
I stay with that four-fifth, go to the club, go straight to the VIP
I done got rich, I'm still in the 6
Huh, young nigga stayed down, came up from a seven
They talkin' plates, we already ate
Everybody got a sack, nigga, we straight
Niggas gon' hate, huh, okay
I bet this nine make his ass lose weight (Noisy on the beat)