Ayy ayy, Savage Big Savage
Ayy Vezzo, what's that word gang
Let's do it
First 48
Yeah, First 48
Bitch, First 48
Oooh, First 48
I hit Hutch to cop new ice, come back in forty-eight
Maybach truck, this bitch got pipes, bitch cost two forty-eight
Shot fifty-two right out that chop, this bitch got forty-eight
Feds been hot, we open spots, shut down in forty-eight
Fuck them boys, we send our opps right to them pearly gates
Baby FN this bitch a Glock, look like a .38
Pour at least three pints a week we drunk like forty-eight
Where I'm from, nah ain't shit sweet, check the murder rate
Fuck a chop they come to switch, bro caught a murder case
Check them Percs, they sellin' fent, this shit a dirty game
Watch the mirrors, they trackin' cars, you better turn away
Niggas scammin' and play with dog, gang 'nem servin' weight
First 48
Yeah, First 48
Bitch, First 48
Oooh, First 48
I done seen niggas turn to hoes, he tried to run away
Seen a real nigga play his role, tried to play it safe
Seen a street nigga turn legit, they let him get away
Then he told and got some shit, gave dawg like 48
Don't reach for ice, we ain't just rappers, we get shit blowed away
Two zips of ice, look like a pound, plus we got blow and yay
Why them Glocks shoot like machines, bitch switch like Coi Leray
Sold 'em karo, that ain't no lean, that shit got thrown away
Seen a rat bitch play two sides, better know they fake
He got whacked from goin' live, go put that phone away
Yeah, keep a strap from out of town, pull up with 40 dracs
Don't be lackin', you out of bounds, you better know your place
First 48
Yeah, First 48
Bitch, First 48
Oooh, First 48
My first Glock was a throwaway
So many opps, I don't know who to smoke today
I'm fuckin' on this bitch, she look like Coi Leray
He gettin' loud so I hung up, it was no more to say
Give you two shots out this Fifty, left me with 48
Boy don't make me up this Glizzy, I won't hesitate
I just caught him with his child, they couldn't get away
Go check spot news that shit was wild, we raided the murder rate
These niggas tryna' interrogate
That 40 hit his melon, it's gone marinate
Yo homie a featherweight
When I lift this Choppa, he gone levitate
First 48
Hmph, First 48
Bitch, First 48
Oooh, First 48
Ayy Vezzo, what's that word gang
Savage, Savage Kruger
All that fly shit