First Week Out Lyrics

[Intro]
Gang, haha, aw shit, ahaha, I'm backing these bitches, you know it's lil' Jdot
These niggas already know how we f*cking rocking like cutoff stockings
Ain't no kush in my pocket, just big bankroll and dirty Dracos
Shooters on point they gon' shoot when I say so
Lil' Jaq in the cut, he gonna f*ck around and give you a halo

[Verse]
I'ma start this off by saying "Boy we on yo' ass"
Doing that Instagram thugging for them hoes and your fans
You don't type how you act, you gonna get your ass blammed
Round here repping like you stepping you ain't even in your bag
You ain't even got a body I'ma send you with your mans
Last nigga tried to play, I left his ass where he stand
Should've killed his f*cking dog but his p*ssy ass ran
You don't get no respect cause your goofy ass ran
My driver swung the door, I hopped out and up'd the score
Hit his ass a couple times, it ain't empty, bang some more
Put these hollows in his throat, how many hit? I say about four
It's here, cases on the scene, I mask up, they ain't gonna know
Counting old money new money I got blue hunnidss
Stomp a nigga ass out, boy, this Glock like two-hundred
Catch that nigga air it out, I know he won't shoot nothing
You know that nigga killed your dawg and you still ain't do nothing
Up the stick, it's a whole hundred, he a whole dummy
Finna wipe the nigga nose i think the nigga nose running
Freaky bitch, she gonna eat the dick, she got a nigga cumming
Sorry baby, I'll be home later, I've been road running
Ayy, why this nigga faking acting like I owe him something
Its okay, go grab the K i'm finna show this nigga something
Nigga, huh, I'm like "Nigga, what? You gonna step on who?"
Catch you lacking, bitch, it's cracking, swear to god you better shoot Nigga, we can get up since you wanna get tough
Two-two-three's hit his intestines, make him pick his shit up
She like "Jdot pull my hair", she want me to get rough
Smoke a pound, dick her down, she know I got that good stuff
You know I saw his ass walking so I hopped out the truck
He tried to run, I hit his lungs, two-two-three's tripped him up
Hit his ass like six times but I guess it's his luck
Them nigga know I did it, I just don't give two f*cks
I'm wild as the f*ck, bitch, you shoot at ducks
'Cause they hoes take your poles then come light your street up
Sherwood the real double O, tell me why you stole they stuff
You a clown, you want clout, haha, you don't get enough
I'm in the back with a MAC, with lil' Jaq in the cut
I can't get you lil bro will, act a fool, f*ck him up
That's your ho, she for the team, I watched Leeke stuff her guts
You out here loving on that thot and that thot getting f*cked
Been hanging off the drugs, I'm on all types of stuff
I got two drivers an zayy, Baby J in the cut
They gonna get me out the jam, bitch, I done seen enough
So I'ma spin on your shit until i feel like its enough
You a rat an you telling but I don't give a f*ck
'Cause all rats gotta die, you just ain't gone that's just your luck
Ready for armagedon nothing but choppers in this truck
Two-two-three's start flying I advise you too duck
Bitch, we switch chasing that car, thats most likely gonna get stuck
Have bronem on your ass they gonna buck you for them bucks
[Outro]
You know its rest up Jay, its Ralo way
Ain't nobody safe, mama' s gonna cry today
Jdot hop out with that K
Jaq clear the scene while Baby J do the race, f*ck nigga

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