[Verse: 1]
Starting off my day with a blunt stuffed
Pussy kept on talking he got fucked up
Big black Glock and a cup of purp
You already know I'm finna sip some sizzurp
I'm back off in the kitchen working with the pies
Say you need a half of brick, give me twelve-five
Fifty pounds of gross, several pounds of midget
Tadoe just brought a pretty fucking fifty
My gun need a mag, he happy then he mad
Someone leavin' real soon, so he send his ass
Hop out of that van with like two lil mags
And if a nigga try me, I'ma do his ass
I'm counting up the paper in my office room
And I'm witch, bitch, please don't make me spark the broom
Guns in every little cut, like a fucking savage
Hear the SWAT team, come, we gotta fucking have it
Man, I'm tired of buying jocks, I need a rocket launcher
You ain't tryna incriminate then, bitch, stop the camera
I used to drive the foreign through my backyard
Hear the door, and I'ma blow you like a Saks card
Sosa back, bitch, yeah, I'm back, bitch
That lil stupid ass, dirty ass, black bitch
This that new shit, that fuck the jail shit
Fuck nigga, no, that it ain't in my heritage
You on my shit list, you like a biscuit
Granny say if it ain't broke, don't try to fix it
I got a sick wrist, it cost like six-six
Zero-zero-zero, nigga, come and get this
I got a stupid swag, please don't touch my Louis bag
Pole on me, nigga, you gon' make me do you bad
Bitch, my Louis bag got the Scooby snacks
I need an elephant, giraffe and a Cougar cat
[Verse 2]
Bitch, I end my day at ten...
Bitch ,I end my day at ten in the morning
You can sneak diss, the bitch still is going
We gon' hit his block, pull up, hit the horn
I ain't talking a whip, bitch, the bitch is blowing
Stick a silly nigga now he's silicon
Granny, what you doing? She say I'm whipping corn
I just bought a chopper bitch, it'll shake the storm
Pull up auditorium and shake the dorm
Saying you can't stand me, pussy take a seat
Call 'em McDonald's 'cause he faking beef
Hit the back block and then take the street
Piss on his grave, I got to take a leak
Standing on the curb, and I'm flaming dope
Seventeen years old, I was strangling hoes
Had to grow up and make a bankroll
.40 get to singing, she'll take your soul
My auntie need some strips, sister need a crib
Told her tie your shoes, lil' baby, and don't even trip
I hopped up in that truck with the double cup
And it can't spill, I make that bitch buckle up, ayy
I'm counting up bodies as they fucking drop
Nigga think he had them streets, we had to break his lock
He got a high fade, we had to shave his top
Car so loud, vroom vroom, might wake the block, ayy
Four Porches 911s, and like eight bitches
It's a horse on the seat, they tryna take pictures
And that pussy nigga scared, you know I hate chickens
He done caught a domestic, it's the state business
Make them see the light and it's bright white
Young boy brown as shit, but my ice white
They spying on the spot with the fucking drones
Tell them helicopters get the fucking on
Baby, I'm lowkey if I'm fucking you
I can fucking don't say shit, this what I do
Smoke them like a kite, like my cousin Ku
Bullets popping out like a fucking Boo
[Outro]
Ayy, ayy, ayy, yeah
Phew, phew, phew
Phew, phew, phew
Phew, phew, phew
Second day out! Ayy!
Second day out! Ayy, ayy!
Second day out!
Phew, phew, phew
Phew, phew, phew
Phew, phew, phew
Phew, phew, phew
Phew, phew, phew
Phew
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