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tythegod1 - first day out lyrics

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first day out and i’m still on that same sh+t
we them young n+ggas in charge
in your city on that gang sh+t
steady talking on that gram how you get your f+cking brain split
n+ggas thinking that i’m playing ain’t no mother f+cking game b+tch
yeah jocing up the road they done caught me with the pole
this b+tch hotter than a stove i was finna let it blow
why you wanna see me crash come on keep it on the low
you know i got it in my bag p+ssy n+gga went and told

let me tell you about this rat from cross the tracks and his lil crew at that
i had send a text like watch your back he never sent one back
could have got him gone for like a cool lil rack and double back
bro said he would put one in his dome for just a cool lil track
i’m plotting tryna see whеre ima catch em and
then wеt em
i got his addy if i pull up to his house it’s too aggressive
trying to catch em on a backstreet so i know it ain’t no witness
check the gram he in the middle of the streets he taking pictures
i’m excited hit up k like grab them tools ain’t talking pliers
i told doja that we finna go and set some forest fires
i call red he know the city like a pastor know the bible he the reason that i always got the drop on all my rivals
in the tesla with no tittle tryna make sure it’s charged up
i done popped the tire thinking to myself we all f+cked
came up with a plan so quick it would have left you star struck
told demon that i got a l!ck i hit it then we all up
at school tryna check me i’m like i should put them all up
i’m ynic you f+ck with one then it’s all us
n+ggas know i’m living in this b+tch that’s why they lawed up
you ain’t shooting sh+t lil n+ggas put that f+cking rod up
first day out and i’m still on that same sh+t
we them young n+ggas in charge
in your city on that gang sh+t
steady talking on that gram how you get your f+cking brain split
n+ggas thinking that i’m playing ain’t no mother f+cking game b+tch
yeah jocing up the road they done caught me with the pole
this b+tch hotter than a stove i was finna let it blow
why you wanna see me crash come on keep it on the low
you know i got it in my bag p+ssy n+gga went and told

name a n+gga from your gang that’s stopping sh+t and dropping clips and popping sticks all at the opps and sh+t y’all switch like omnitrix can’t stop what time it is ttg bombing sh+t like i’m osma b+tch and i ain’t bout no rocket launchers i’m atomic b+tch

p+ssy n+gga finna get stepped on
better vest up with the teflon
i’ll p+ss on that set you repping you know i’m not that lil n+gga to flex on
they be feeling this sh+t thru their headphones
if i go k!ll him gon say im dead wrong
pull out the glizzy and give him a head stone
this is a warning this isn’t a diss song

and you know it’s true choppa make my shoulder move i just put like 30 in but the clip hold like 32 yeah n+gga flexing like he on b+tch i never heard of you and these n+ggas from the dirty but you know i’m from that dirty too

move wrong face something
if up the b+tch i shake something
how the f+ck you claim you jacking n+gga you ain’t never take nothing
put that 40 in his face and yeah i dare a b+tch to say something
got a automatic glizzy with a d+ck i’m tryna spray something

- tythegod1 lyrics

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