First Off (Demo)

[Intro: Future] Back on the Forbes, shit crazy (Yeah) I make more than Dwyane Wade, baby (ATL Jacob) I'm a street nigga and I stay faded (Pluto) Never worked in a gym, but I weighed it (Travis) [Chorus: Future] First off, you get the ammo, then you cock it (Ooh) First off, we had to blast off like a rocket I put the Patek water on, but I got options (Yeah) PJ takin’ off and I ain't stoppin', no Louis V belts, Louis V on my walls Fishscale, nigga, I can’t fuck with no laws Linda Farrow's what's on my lens, I see fugazi I should pimp this bitch and make her pay me [Verse 1: Future] Started off surfin' on a codeine wave I don't exchange info with these niggas They some opps, you can kill 'em, they ain't with us Ordered a pound of gas to smoke, I need a fill-up Got a line on good Gelato and Gorilla Got Lil Freaky with me, know you gon' get hit up Steppin’ over dead bodies in Margielas (Oh yeah) I touched a hundred M’s and I've been gettin’ better (Ooh) In a red Bugatti, gave it right to valet Shoot his head off right, it get you new Chanaynay Shootin' dice all night, yeah, me and Dae Dae We had to work the one on 'em, it was a good payday He was a teenager, they put him on the news where I'm from He let off forty shots, he can’t get no bond Closed on when he shoppin', when he kill him, he young They ever get caught snitchin', they gon' cut off your tongue I can't wait 'til they set the rat up, yeah I was catchin' juugs, now a nigga a millionaire I get the rap check and I avoid the paps I get NBA money and ain't been in the drafts [Pre-Chorus: Future] Yeah, I'm back on the Forbes, shit crazy I make more than Dwyane Wade, baby I'm a street nigga and I stay faded Never worked in a gym, but I weighed it [Chorus: Future & Travis Scott] First off, you get the ammo, then you cock it First off, we had to blast off like a rocket I put the Patek water on, but I got options PJ takin' off and I ain't stoppin', no Louis V belts, Louis V on my walls Fishscale, nigga, I can't fuck with no laws Linda Farrow's what's on my lens, I see fugazi (Yeah) I should pimp this bitch and make her pay me [Verse 2: Travis Scott] At the, don't, add up Ridin' for it, for my life, my life [?] never Life I got to, get the better, yeah From the beginnin', yeah, to the finish James Harden with it like I'm James Ennis Had that four, four-four [?] got the cane ceilings How you whip the four if you ain't hand in it? Oh, and they pay me Sleep tight, take it like [?] Yeah, nigga takin' off, I'm not McGrady Yeah, number one my city like McGrady Yeah, have it for my dogs in the [?] With my shooters like Lil' Tracy Yeah, if I ever like the Yeah, my Ms [?] [Pre-Chorus: Future] Yeah, back on the Forbes, shit crazy I make more than Dwyane Wade, baby I'm a street nigga and I stay faded Never worked in a gym, but I weighed it [Chorus: Future] First off, you get the ammo, then you cock it First off, we had to blast off like a rocket I put the Patek water on, but I got options PJ takin' off and I ain't stoppin', no Louis V belts, Louis V on my walls Fishscale, nigga, I can't fuck with no laws Linda Farrow's what's on my lens, I see fugazi I should pimp this bitch and make her pay me [Outro: Future] Back on the Forbes, shit crazy I make more than Dwyane Wade, baby I'm a street nigga and I stay faded Never worked in a gym, but I weighed it