First Day Out Lyrics

(Nope)
I ain't going back to jail nigga f*ck 12
Tryna hold me down p*ssy yeah I paid bail
p*ssy nigga snitchin' so they tried to give me 12 (years)
12, Plus a mother f*ckin' L
Elbow, hell nah I got those
Jugged a mothaf*cka for a elbow
Caught his ass down bad right on Gresham Road
Did his ass real bad right at the Texaco
Then I split that shit off right on Bouldercrest Road
Right there at the mother f*ckin' Texaco
Yeah... at the Texaco... at the Texaco

Bitch I'm Bouldercrest shawty
Gotta keep a 40
These niggas claim they bout it where's yo 40?
Nudy got that 30 hanging out the end of yo 40
I ain't never seen you walking with that Glock 40
That 40 with that 30 with that extension is you with it?
You know I like them 30's you can call me king extension
And all my money stenchin' yea it take a long distance
To try to touch a nigga like me is you tripping
You must ain't got not heart
p*ssy nigga I ain't got no heart
You must think you the one thought you was gon' pull my card
You must got me f*cked up aye boy do I look like your broad
Mother f*cker do I look like a dildo I ain't no toy
I will do you down bad
I will do you wrong
You better stay in the child's play cause little boy you not grown
I pull up to yo house yeah I'll take shit straight to yo home
And you know I'm bout that Georgia shit yeah I'm takin off yo dome

(Load up another one f*ck that! We gon' spray all this shit up I don't give a f*ck!)
I hate these fake ass niggas (all that fake ass gangsta shit... p*ssy!)

First of all...
They wanna be a gangsta then they turn into a bitch
They wanna be a shooter but they turn into a snitch
They got money on my head but nigga I ain't scared of shit They claimed they tried to off me nigga I ain't dead yet
Where the f*ck the checks at
Where the f*ck yo shooters at
Where the f*ck them gangsters at that you talking bout
Where the f*ck them shooters that claim they pulled up at my house
Well they won't pull up right now
Still the same young nigga with that 30 hanging out
Still the same young nigga that'll shoot yo mamas house
Clock that mother f*cker with a hundred round drum
I don't give a f*ck I'll spark that bitch up
Have that bitch looking just like the Fourth of July
420 bitch smoke that blunt cause I stay high
Nigga you not built like I
You more like that mother f*cker named T.I
I'm more like Gucci p*ssy yea I love shooting
Don't make me catch a body bitch at my slime Nudy
I don't care bout bitches I just f*ck all these groupies
And treat them hoes like speds cause all these hoes stupid

Nigga shoot at my van bitch I'm bussing back
I ain't put 12 on no nigga ion know nothin bout that
Nigga shoot my grandma house so bitch I'm bussin' back
I ain't put 12 on no nigga ion know bout that
Mama ain't raise no hoe
Mama raised me a kick door
Mama told me as a young nigga
Better go get you some dough
So first thing came to my head I need a Glock that hold 30 more
Soon as I kicked my first door
I found bout a brick or f*ckin' more

They ain't know
I ain't know
Shit, so f*ck em
They ain't gotta know
If they ain't know, then we don't know neither
f*ck all them mother f*ckas
All them mother f*ckas telling
First nigga talk gansta be the last nigga to go f*ck with 12
Boy you's a bitch!

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