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Future drops another bomb?


When the clock hit midnight, Future treated us to another new music.

This one he’s titled FIRST OFF.

Fewtch has been talking about and promoting his latest project – The WIZRD. And now finally, the work has dropped.

We at FAMzic were very excited when Future dropped this track and we saw Travis Scot  on it (nothing like a fresh new voice).


You can download Future – First Off ft Travis Scott and get the Lyrics.

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    First Off Future ft Travis Scot

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    First Off –Future ft Travis Scot

    [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 & Travis Scott]
    First off, you get the ammo, then you cock it (Ooh)
    First off, we had to blast off like a rocket (Skrrt, skrrt)
    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 (Yeah)
    Never fear what's on my lens, I see fugazi
    I should pee on this bitch and make her pay me (Yeah)

    [Verse 1: Future & Travis Scott]
    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 (Yeah)
    Got a line on good Gelato and Gorilla
    Hella freaky with me, know you gon' get hit up
    Steppin' over dead bodies in Margielas
    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 Sheneneh
    Shootin' dice all night, yeah, me and Dae Dae
    We had to work the one on 'em, it was a good payday
    It was a teenager, they put him on the news where I'm from
    He let off 40 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 draft

    [Pre-Chorus: Future & Travis Scott]
    Yeah, I'm back on the Forbes, shit crazy (Yeah)
    I make more than Dwyane Wade, baby (Pop it, pop it)
    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 (Straight up)
    First off, we had to blast off like a rocket (Uh)
    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
    Never fear what's on my lens, I see fugazi
    I should pee on this bitch and make her pay me

    [Verse 2: Travis Scott & Future]
    Bound to cut off where it's dim and pour above the rim (Yeah)
    Get the backend at the door and let the dogs kill (Dogs)
    Point 'em out, then turn around, that's how we let 'em in
    Paranoid, one conversation, then I switch the SIM (Oh)
    This took like NBA business, I ain't talkin' scrimmage (NBA)
    You know I'm James Bond with it, Harden with the finish
    The whip's got curtain options in it, I don't need it tinted
    Just need the option not to see 'em when I'm ridin' in it
    Used to spend checks on my Nikes, now they pay me (Yeah)
    Got some Bulls cheerleaders and they wavy (Alright)
    Number one off in my city like McGrady (Straight up)
    Yeah I'm back on the Forbes, shit crazy
    Roll some OG gas, I can't let 'em breathe (It's lit)
    Pop me ten to three, I can't let 'em sleep (Pop it, pop it)
    Flyin' through the clouds in somethin' heavenly
    (To these racks, way up, way up)

    [Pre-Chorus: Future]
    Yeah, back on the Forbes, shit crazy
    I make more than Dwayne 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 (Straight up)
    First off, we had to blast off like a rocket
    I put the Patek water on, but I got options (It's lit)
    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
    Never fear what's on my lens, I see fugazi
    I should pee on this bitch and make her pay me

    [Outro: Future & Travis Scott]
    Back on the Forbes, shit crazy (Yeah)
    I make more than Dwayne Wade, baby (Yeah)
    I'm a street nigga and I stay faded
    Never worked in a gym, but I weighed it

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