First Day Out

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And we was working til that cash came
I’m Swervin In out the fast lane
100 On the dash
And we was speeding til that crash came
We was selling bags
Until we moved on to the rap game
Had to take the front
To make some money off the back ends
We stackin
Make em think we got it off of rappin
We taxin
All the gas inside the trap be smackin
No lackin
Hotbox in the whip we pistol packin
First day out of Jail
I swear to God I won’t go back in
First day out
Back up on my shit f*ck what you talkin bout
I don’t want no dram
But hell nah, we ain’t gon talk it out
That Blicky with me
Really want the smoke than we can spark it out
Wipe you out
Then won’t say a thing, cause we don’t need the clout
I’m true to this
See it in your eyes, we know you new to this
Tote ruger clips
All my niggas slide, that’s the crew I’m with
We moving shit
Catch me at the studio, with shooters bitch
No losing it
Say he gon take me out, don’t see him doing it
Niggas talkin hot, they pop a lot
Don’t see em shootin shit
We be talkin hot, bout playin’ the block
And we be doin it
Got caught with that blikky, on my life
I still was moving shit
Lawyer worked it out, but now I’m back
What they gon do with him
Still
We was working til that cash came
Swervin’ In out the fast lane
100 On the dash
And we was speeding til that crash came
We was selling bags
Until we moved on to the rap game
Had to take the front
To make some money off the back ends
We stackin
Make em think we got it off of rappin
We taxin
All the gas inside the trap be smackin
No lackin
Hotbox in the whip we pistol packin
First day out of Jail
I swear to God I won’t go back in
I know my angels watching over me
Won’t let my demons get too close to me
A Hunnid on his head
I bet they bag him like some groceries
Niggas talkin Hot
Cause they know that they ain’t as cold as me
Used to play the block
Now bitches love me like I’m Jodeci
Bitch we back to stackin’
Add it up, don’t do too much subtracting
Sold a lot bags
And made some money off the back end
We was breaking bread
And had to split into to fractions
Jumped straight off the porch
And we ain’t really get to practice
Big sweep
Gotta hide them bags under the mattress
Big Meech
Blood be on the money when I Stack it
We come from the city,
Where them niggas known for taxin’
I ain’t from New York
She just assumed up off the accent
I ain’t trippin though
F*ck goin Jordan
Bitch I’m Pippen Hoe
Walkin’ with a limp
I’m with shits
Just like I’m pimpin hoe
Probably grippin blick
I get you flipped,
That’s just for trippin hoe
A lotta blue faces
Round a nigga
Still ain’t crippin though
Cause we was working til that cash came
Swervin’ In out the fast lane
100 On the dash
And we was speeding til that crash came
We was selling bags
Until we moved on to the rap game
Had to take the front
To make some money off the back ends
We stackin
Make em think we got it off of rappin
We taxin
All the gas inside the trap be smackin
No lackin
Hotbox in the whip we pistol packin
First day out of Jail
I swear to God I won’t go back in

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