First Week Out

These **** already know how we fucking 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 gon' fuck around and give you a halo

I'ma start this off by saying, boy, we on your 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 see you with your mans

Last **** tried to play, I left his ass where he stand

Should've killed his fucking dog, but his pussy ass ran

You don't get no respect 'cause your goofy ass ran

My driver swung the door

I hopped out and upped 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 hundreds

Stomp a **** ass out

Boy, this Glock like two hunnid

Catch that ****, air it out

I know he won't shoot nothing

You know that **** 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 **** nose, I think the **** nose running

Freaky bitch, she gonna eat the dick

She got a **** cumming

Sorry, baby, I'll be home later, I've been road running

Ay, why this **** faking, acting like I owe him something?

It's okay, go grab the K, I'm finna show this **** something

****, huh? I'm like, "****, what? you gonna step on who?"

Catch you lacking, bitch, it's cracking

Swear to God, you better shoot

****, we can get up since you wanna get tough

223 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, 223 tripped him up

Hit his ass like six times but I guess it's his luck

And then him **** know I did it, I just don't give two fucks

I'm wild as the fuck

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, 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, fuck him up

That's your hoe, she for the team, I watched Leeke stuff her guts

You out here loving on that thot and that thot getting fucked

Been hanging off the drugs, I'm on all types of stuff

Got two drivers an zayy an 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 it's enough

You a rat and you telling, but I don't give a fuck

'Cause all rats gotta die, you just ain't gone, that's your luck

Ready for armageddon, nothing but choppers in this truck

223's start flying, I advise you to duck

Bitch, we switch chasing that car

That's most likely gonna get stuck

Have bro and 'em on your ass they gonna buck you for them bucks

You know it's rest up Jay, it's Raloway

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, fuck ****

Gang, ****