Marlo – 1st N 3rd (Lyrics) ft. Future, Lil Baby

1st N 3rd (Lyrics) – Marlo ft. Future, Lil Baby Lyrics, Letra:
Intro: Future
DY Krazy
Man, this sound like that first and the third shit
D. Hill (Pluto)
Skrrt, skrrt

Chorus: Future
Yeah, finessin’ and trappin’ and trappin’ and trappin’
Finessin’ and trappin’ and trappin’ and trappin’ (Let’s go)
Finessin’ and trappin’ and trappin’ and trappin’ (What we doing?)
Finessin’ and trappin’, yeah
Finessin’ and trappin’ and trappin’ and trappin’
Finessin’ and trappin’ and trappin’ and trappin’
Finessin’ and trappin’, yeah
Finessin’ and trappin’, woah

Post-Chorus: Future
Drinkin’ on lean by the four (Woah)
Anywhere I go, I glow (Woah)
First and the third, it roll (Woah)
Junkies, they beatin’ down the door (Woo)
Thumb through that sack when I count up that check
Like I’m playin’ three dice, I’m breakin’ the bank
Servin’ that fish, they be drownin’ your nose
Trappin’ and rappin’ and droppin’ off loads

Verse 1: Future
Secret department, it’s strapped with the pole
Step in designer, they zipped up
Japanese bitches from Hong Kong
Makin’ my digits, I’m long gone
Pitchin’ them chickens like John Smoltz
Hit on that thot, she say bravo
Serve out the spot, I’m gettin’ nachos
Turbo, I smash out on po-po
Ain’t no tint on the Maybach, a fish bowl
Movin’ narcotics with pink toes
Had to go buy me a mink coat
Cook up a key and whip up a key, ain’t talkin’ piano
Came from the streets, got on my feet, and hopped in a Lambo’
I had a plug before I got a buzz, I bought me a bando
I’m on the drugs and I’m on that mud, I count up two hundo
Fuck all them duds, ain’t no one to trust, you gotta let your gun go
I told you mob shit, gon’ pop shit for Lil Marlo
Blatt, blatt

Chorus: Future
Yeah, finessin’ and trappin’ and trappin’ and trappin’
Finessin’ and trappin’ and trappin’ and trappin’ (Let’s go)
Finessin’ and trappin’ and trappin’ and trappin’ (What we doing?)
Finessin’ and trappin’, yeah
Finessin’ and trappin’ and trappin’ and trappin’
Finessin’ and trappin’ and trappin’ and trappin’
Finessin’ and trappin’, yeah
Finessin’ and trappin’, woah

Post-Chorus: Future
Drinkin’ on lean by the four (Woah)
Anywhere I go, I glow (Woah)
Three-point-five for the low (Woo)
Junkies, they beatin’ down the door (Woo)
Thumb through that sack when I count up that check
Like I’m playin’ three dice, I’m breakin’ the bank
Servin’ that fish, they be drownin’ your nose
Trappin’ and rappin’ and droppin’ off loads

Verse 2: Marlo
First and third, we rollin’
I jump in the deuce and I make this shit jump to a four, nigga
I get these bitches for low
Long live Mexico, D comin’ straight off the boat
And I’m stackin’ these bricks up and servin’ a hundred
Got me whippin that work and I’m cookin’ that order
I ain’t know that was your duck
But I hit it once, psych, fucked her for brunch and lunch
Want the plug send a thousand bags, give it a month
Only want the fishscale, give me that dope
Eight years old when I jumped off the porch
By the time I was ten, nigga gave me the ropes
By twelve years old, I’m the baby lil’ G.O.A.T.
Nigga fourteen, fuckin’ on grown-up hoes
When I come to your place, gotta know I’m on go
And I only use the stove when I’m whippin’ that dope
Gotta free J-Rock
I seen that J hit a rock to the face
And I bought me a nine, whip the nine with the bang
Tote load in from behind, nigga, I move the yay
Young nigga kickin’ that dope, uh
I’m rockin’ all white like I’m a pope
And I’m still a young nigga, but I give you some hope (Young)

Chorus: Future
Yeah, finessin’ and trappin’ and trappin’ and trappin’
Finessin’ and trappin’ and trappin’ and trappin’ (Let’s go)
Finessin’ and trappin’ and trappin’ and trappin’ (What we doing?)
Finessin’ and trappin’, yeah
Finessin’ and trappin’ and trappin’ and trappin’
Finessin’ and trappin’ and trappin’ and trappin’
Finessin’ and trappin’, yeah
Finessin’ and trappin’, woah

Post-Chorus: Future
Drinkin’ on lean by the four (Woah)
Anywhere I go, I glow (Woah)
Three-point-five for the low (Woo)
Junkies, they beatin’ down the door (Woo)
Thumb through that sack when I count up that check
Like I’m playin’ three dice, I’m breakin’ the bank
Servin’ that fish, they be drownin’ your nose
Trappin’ and rappin’ and droppin’ off loads

Verse 3: Lil Baby
Lamborghini Baby, I’m turnt
I don’t want the bitch, she burnt
I was gettin’ money back then, ask whoever
Million dollar spots, on God, had several
Now I’m booked up, you can check my schedule
Swear I ain’t regular, two hundred racks for these shows
I used to package the ‘bows
He get finessed if he go
Uppin’ the strap if he don’t
First and the third, every day on my phone
We put them packs in the zone
Run through the 6 with this shit
I took a risk to get rich
Me and Marlo on the highway
He go his way, I go my way
You can smell it from the driveway
Fuck the neighbors, they can call ‘em
Hope my country boy get all ‘em
We ride through traffic tomorrow
Get a condo for the guala
Did the impossible, I used to drive an Impala
Still riding ‘round with that chopper
That’s how I gotta be, I don’t see nobody stoppin’ me
I’m at the pent’, ain’t nobody on top of me
Still in the hood, I feel like it’s a part of me
I ran it up, I made it out of poverty
Is you proud of me?

Chorus: Future
Yeah, finessin’ and trappin’ and trappin’ and trappin’
Finessin’ and trappin’ and trappin’ and trappin’ (Let’s go)
Finessin’ and trappin’ and trappin’ and trappin’ (What we doing?)
Finessin’ and trappin’, yeah
Finessin’ and trappin’ and trappin’ and trappin’
Finessin’ and trappin’ and trappin’ and trappin’
Finessin’ and trappin’, yeah
Finessin’ and trappin’, woah

Post-Chorus: Future
Drinkin’ on lean by the four (Woah)
Anywhere I go, I glow (Woah)
Three-point-five for the low (Woo)
Junkies, they beatin’ down the door (Woo)
Thumb through that sack when I count up that check
Like I’m playin’ three dice, I’m breakin’ the bank
Servin’ that fish, they be drownin’ your nose
Trappin’ and rappin’ and droppin’ off loads
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