Xavier Wulf - First Light

(Hitkidd, what it do, mane?) (Hitkidd, what it do, mane?) 4 AM, I'm out here smoking on a Nudy I see the sunrise, now it's time to keep it moving You niggas ain't a threat, who you thought you was behoovin'? I'm riding through the county, only bumping old music I pulled up on my momma just to see what they was doing I'm headed out to eat, I just ate but I'm hungry I ain't finna play with none of you niggas or your homies He said he wouldn't run, found out that was bologna, bitch Yeah, nigga, hell yeah, send him off a cliff She said I drove her crazy, told that bitch to get a grip I got the F80 just to add it to the whips I pull up to the car meet smoking on a fifth If I let you slide then consider that a gift If I'm fucking with her, let her book a lil' trip I don't remember nun, but I bet I won't forget If he run up on me, let the old boat rip They thought I was sketchy, why his hand on his hip? Stage 2 tuned, hear the pop when I dip I'ma raise a cup for the hood and take a sip I'ma have a fucking blast, crash the event I'ma tell it to the class, he ain't really rich Piccadilly eating ass niggas talking shit They was in the club smoking only one skimp When I get a steak I need a side of grilled shrimp Or go get the crab leg, butter up the bitch I ain't even flex, I won't butter up the bitch She wanna pull up just 'cause of the accent I don't give a fuck, don't give me your two cents I'ma give it to a junkie like he needed it She looked up to me and said, "You so conceited-ed" He said he was coming but I'm not believing it, you bitch