[Intro: Ralo]
(TrenchWerk)
First forty-eight, first forty-eight (D-D-D-Deano, you play too much)
First forty-eight, I want these n***as faint (That boy JBC snappin')
I put all these n***as on a plate, bet they gon’ get ate
I be in they bushes everyday, 'till I get it straight

[Verse 1: Ralo]
They know I turn this bitch up every time I turn around (I do)
They cannot turn me down (Down), I been in and out of town (Yeah)
They won't ever turn me down (Down), ’till these n***as underground (Yeah)
Where he at? I want him now (Now), missed a ticket on these clowns (Clown)
Where he at, n***a?
Tell my mama I know how to sleep, I made this bed, n***a
Your bitch should be scared, n***a, she sleepin' with a dead n***a
Dead man, I get on his head like a headband
All my n***as yes-man, they ready for the next man
Fuck what n***as talkin' about (Fuck 'em), we the ones that bring the pressure (Pressure)
We'll give it to a rapper (Rapper), none of y'all ain't nothin' special
Break this shit down to the smaller decimals, shoot the n***a messin’ you (Yeah)
N***as gon’ do what to who? (Who?) What these n***as wanna do?

[Chorus: Ralo]
First forty-eight (First forty), first forty-eight (First forty)
First forty-eight (First forty), I want these n***as faint
I put all these n***as on a plate (Plate), bet they gon' get ate
I be in they bushes everyday (Yeah), ’till I get it straight
[Verse 2: Key Glock]
First forty-eight and I get it three-sixty-five
I still be in the same hood where I sold my nicks and dimes
Cuzzo work the pot (Pot), he treat that shit like a nine-to-five
Paper Route la familia, that's my family, that's my tribe (Yeah)
Glock outside you better hide, AKA the boogeyman
You n***as none but rookies, man, blickie in my hood again
Steppin' on these n***as, yeah they ’bout to feel my foot again
And nah I don't want to hear you talk about some shit you woulda did
N***a

[Chorus: Ralo]
First forty-eight (First forty), first forty-eight (First forty)
First forty-eight (First forty), I want these n***as faint
I put all these n***as on a plate, bet they gon' get ate
I be in they bushes everyday (Yeah), 'till I get it straight (Yeah)
First forty-eight (First forty), first forty-eight (First forty)
First forty-eight (First forty), first forty-eight (Yeah)
I put all these n***as on a plate (Yeah), bet they gon' get ate
I be in they bushes everyday, 'till I get it straight

[Verse 3: Ralo]
One little monkey (One), jumpin' on the bed (Bed)
Two little monkeys (Two), jumpin' on the bed (Bed)
Three little monkeys, I left all them n***as dead (Dead)
I got enough paper to put on all these n***as head, I do
I won't ever nod at you (No), that ain't somethin' I gotta do (No)
Give a fuck about your crew (Fuck 'em), tell 'em they can get it too
N***as gon' do what to who? (Who?) I got too much shit to lose (Lose)
I got too much shit to prove (Prove), I'ma knock him out his shoes
Me and brodie ain't cool (Nope), put them n***as on the news (News)
That's some shit you gotta choose (Choose), n***a this ain't April Fools
This ain't no joke, no cap, real rap
I been tryin' to pay to see where all my opps live at (Yeah)
[Chorus: Ralo]
First forty-eight (First forty), first forty-eight (First forty)
First forty-eight (First forty), I want these n***as faint
I put all these n***as on a plate, bet they gon' get ate
I be in they bushes everyday (Yeah), 'till I get it straight (Yeah)
First forty-eight (First forty), first forty-eight (First forty)
First forty-eight (First forty), first forty-eight (Yeah)
I put all these n***as on a plate (Yeah), bet they gon' get ate
I be in they bushes everyday, 'till I get it straight

[Outro: Ralo]
One little monkey (One), jumpin' on the bed (Bed)
Two little monkeys (Two), jumpin' on the bed (Bed)
Three little monkeys, I left all them n***as dead (Dead)
I got enough paper to put on all these n***as head, I do