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nle choppa - first day out (beat box) lyrics

[intro]
grrt (come on)

[chorus]
ayy, walk ’em down straight to the ground, we make sure that he don’t get up (d+mn e, this sh+t exclusive)
call the reverend and his momma, tell ’em, “come and pick him up”
i’ma smack you with this .40, askin’, “is my glizzy tucked?”

[verse]
only like it sloppy, she gon’ beat box when she suckin’ me
told her, “bring a friend”, if she ever think about f+ckin’ me
touchin’ who? touchin’ me? to god where your ass gon’ be
leave him stuck and send him up like he f+ckin’ with cardi b
park the car before wе hit the street, i’m hoppin’ out on feet
get up close so i can see his t++th but i’ma keep it briеf
ask do he remember me, then introduced him to my heat
skrrt off the block, you followin’ this car, your whip be cream cheese
ain’t no bush to beat around, you not duckin’ no hunnid rounds
whole hood been down, f+ck the count ’cause we just beat it down
ain’t gotta spin back around because my target hit the ground
crossed that line, you out of bounds
they gon’ find you up in the crowd
nappy+ass dreadlocks, black forces, black socks
make the draco pop, it’s louder than a boombox
shoutout to ovo, this drac’ can make your bed rock
we beat them four and oh, just check the score, it say a lot
ayy, i’m in miami, she givin’ me head on ocean drive while her n+gga outside
sucked me so good, i thought that i died
but when i nutted, i had came back alive
skeet on her face, it got in her eyes
now she tellin’ me she legally blind
gave her a towel and told her she fine
she kept suckin’ ’til she started cryin’
point ’em out, shoot ’em out, i spot ’em, i got ’em
he started runnin’, so i caught ’em
bag on his head, i bought ’em
told my shooter do everything that i taught him
let me know if it’s a problem
like a school boy, i be super quick to solve it
thinkin’ my shooter r+t+rded
he take a pill and then snort it right off of his .40
snort it right off of his gun
shot a hunnid, then paid a hunnid for his bond
send a diss, i won’t respond
slam dunk a n+gga like a n+gga was lebron
leave a n+gga where he stay
same place that i met him, i made him lay
let a n+gga come and play
he gon’ tell his momma, “plan the funeral date”
i got the power like nelson mandela
you need a umbrella whenever i spray
leave him sh+tty like nutella
he gon’ need a pamper if he survive this k
me and my n+ggas, we down for whatever
we step on whoever in retro js
bullet, stick like a th+rne, call it bella
make him cinderella if he betray
b+tch
[chorus]
ayy, walk ’em down straight to the ground, we make sure that he don’t get up (d+mn e, this sh+t exclusive)
call the reverend and his momma, tell ’em, “come and pick him up”
i’ma smack you with this .40, askin’, “is my glizzy tucked?”

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