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2nd Day Out
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Zaytoven
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Starting off my day with a blunt stuffed pus*y kept on talking he got f*cked 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 f*cking 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 n*gga try me Imma do his ass I'm counting up the paper in my office room And I'm witch, b*tch, please don't make me spark the broom Guns in every little cut, like a f*cking savage Hear the SWAT team, come you gotta f*cking have it Man I'm tired of buying jocks, I need a rocket launcher You ain't tryna incriminate then b*tch stop the camera I used to drive the foreign through my backyard Hit the dough and Imma blow you like a Saks card Sosa back b*tch, yeah I'm back b*tch That lil stupid ass, dirty ass, black b*tch This that new sh*t, that f*ck the jail sh*t f*ck n*gga, no, that it ain't in my heritage You on my sh*t 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 n*gga, come and get this I got a stupid swag, please don't touch my Louis bag Pole on me n*gga, you gon' make me do you bad b*tch my Louis bag, that b*tch Scooby snacks I need an elephant, giraffe and a Cougar cat b*tch I end my day ten... b*tch I end my day ten in the morning You can sneak diss this b*tch still is going We gon' hit his block, pull up, hit the horn I ain't talking the whip b*tch, this b*tch is blowing Stick a silly n*gga now he's silicon Granny what you doing? She say I'm whipping corn I just bough a chopper b*tch, it'll shake the storm Pull up auditorium and shake the dorm Saying you can't stand me, pus*y take a seat Call 'em McDonalds 'cuz he faking beef Hit the back block and then take the street p*ss 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 b*tch buckle up I'm counting up bodies as they f*cking drop n*gga 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 Four Porches, nine elevens, and like eight b*tches It's a horse on the seat, they tryna take pictures And that pus*y n*gga 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 sh*t, but my ice white They spying on the spot with them f*cking drones Tell them helicopters get the f*cking on Baby I'm lowkey if I'm f*cking you I can f*cking don't say sh*t this what I do Smoke them like a kite like my cousin Ku Bullets popping out like a f*cking Boo 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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