22gz - first day out / stuck in the yams lyrics
[intro, 22gz]
22 stuck in the yams and all this crazy sh+t
back to my drippy ways tho
[chorus]
thought i was stuck up in the yams, i called my lawyer
except a case, though the racing caught these bands
i double and triple that bag, i don’t think these n+ggas can last
they thought i was stuck in the yams, i’m back to the risking for cash
thought i was stuck up in the yams, i called my lawyer
except a case, though the racing caught these bands
i double and triple that bag, i don’t think these n+ggas can last
they thought i was stuck in the yams, i’m back to the risking for cash
[verse 1]
back to my drippy ways, they know how them blixkys play
yeezy, goyard, gucci, pr, ps i switched to maze
thinkin’ bout some [?] hittin’ at the beamer
bless i made it home, county jail, i’m facing murder
locked up h+lla far, call my lawyer, what’s the verdict?
stay filin’ them charges, had no bail, my stomach turning
they offer 45, i [?] on ocean drive
all the mirrors filled with police, lights every corner block
h+lla copters on me, now like ten more crackers on me
pull up, drop your homie, not a statement, not a [?]
i still fire on them, police can’t control two bl!ck at all
dissin’ me in songs? y’all p+ssys ain’t never spin at all
till you got a future in that booth, forgettin’ it at all
we ain’t gone, jail course, i was laughing up a storm
first day i copped a new bl!cky, told mama, do slow, forgive me
drizzy get called up, it’s tricky, i can not put down a bl!cky
[chorus]
thought i was stuck up in the yams, i called my lawyer
except a case, though the racing caught these bands
i double and triple that bag, i don’t think these n+ggas can last
they thought i was stuck in the yams, i’m back to the risking for cash
thought i was stuck up in the yams, i called my lawyer
except a case, though the racing caught these bands
i double and triple that bag, i don’t think these n+ggas can last
they thought i was stuck in the yams, i’m back to the risking for cash
[verse 2]
i spent the case, back in the town, i gained some weight
22 with the noodles, with some beef jerky, now i eat steak
swervin’ in foreigns, swiss off the henny, don’t need a chase
get rich or i’m dyin’, the way that i’m livin’, the risk i’mma take
i cannot lack, [?], 223’s come with a bl!cky
came home, still in my bag, that’s why these labels is with me
[?] g+stack, face with the m, man i beat that
22 like where them gs at,, all the fake love i don’t need that
i’m a general, jumpin’ in the belly, told her bend it over
residue, pastor called my fit, i had to set it off
i’m bendin’ too, hanging out the roof, i bet they catch them all
you better shoot, fakin’ like you got it, get you executed
back in full effect, second chance i gotta take advantage
my shooters experienced, twirlin’, we get drippy, we won’t spare them
purgin’ with suburbans with bl!cks, yeah we invented that
any n+gga spin my block, you know we spinnin’ back
[chorus]
thought i was stuck up in the yams, i called my lawyer
except a case, though the racing caught these bands
i double and triple that bag, i don’t think these n+ggas can last
they thought i was stuck in the yams, i’m back to the risking for cash
thought i was stuck up in the yams, i called my lawyer
except a case, though the racing caught these bands
i double and triple that bag, i don’t think these n+ggas can last
they thought i was stuck in the yams, i’m back to the risking for cash
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