2nd Day Out

Starting up my day with a blunt stuffed
Pussy kept on talking he got fucked up
Big black Glock and a cup of purp
You already know I'm finna sipp some sizzurp
I'm back off in the kitchen working, whip 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 fuckin' fifty
My gun need a MAG, he happy then he mad
Someone leavin' real soon, so he sittin' sad
Hop up out that van with like two lil' MAGs
And if a nigga try me I'ma do his ass
I'm counting up the paper in my office room
And I'm witch bitch, please don't make me spark the broom
Guns in every little cut, like a fuckin' savage
Hear the SWAT team come, we gotta fuckin' have it
Man I'm tired of buying jocks, I need a rocket launcher
You ain't tryna incriminate? Then bitch stop the camera
I used to drive the foreign through my backyard
Hit the dough and I'ma blow you like a Saks card
Sosa back bitch, yeah I'm back bitch
That lil' stupid ass, dirty ass, black bitch
This that new shit, that fuck the jail shit
Fuck nigga? no, that it ain't no in my heritage
You on my shit list, you like a biscuit
Granny say, "If it ain't blow don't try to fix it"
I got a sick wrist, it cost like six-six
Zero, zero, zero nigga, come and get this
I got a stupid swag please don't touch my Louis bag
Pole on me nigga, you gon' make me do you bad
Bitch my Louis bag, that bitch Scooby snacks
I need an elephant, giraffe and a cougar cat

Bitch I'm in my Dayton
Bitch I'm in my Dayton in the morning
You can sneak diss the bitch still is going
We gon' hit his block, pull up, hit the horn
I ain't talkin' in the whip, them bitches blowing
Stick a silly nigga now he's silicone
Granny what you doing? She say, "Whippin' corn"
I just bough a chopper bitch just to shake the store
Pull up auditorium and shake the dorm
Sayin' you can't stand me, pussy take the seat
Call the McDonalds 'cause he faking beef
Hit the back block and then take the street
Piss on his grave I gotta 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 bank-a-roll
.40 get to singing, she a 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 a double cup
And it can't spill, I make that bitch buckle up (ayy)
I'm countin' up bodies as they fuckin' drop
Nigga think he had them streets we had to break his law
He got a high fade, we had to shave his top
Car so loud, vroom-vroom, I wake the block (ayy)
Four Porsche 911s and like eight bitches
It's a horse on the seat they tryna take pictures
And these pussy nigga scared you know I hate chickens
He done caught a domestic it's the state business
Make 'em see the light in this bright white
Young boy brown as shit but my ice white
They spying on the spot with them fuckin' drones
Tell them helicopters get the fuckin' on
Baby I'm lowkey if I'm fuckin' you
I can fuck and don't say shit, that's what I do
Smoke 'em like a kite, like my cousin Ku
Bullets popping out like a fuckin' boo

Ayy, ayy, ayy, yeah
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