First Day Out
Don't give me a call, don't give me a call, don't give me a call
Now that I'm up, y'all all wanna talk, wanna get involved
On my own from the start and this is the part where I'm going hard
Shooting for the stars, yeah I am on Mars, can't tear us apart
Ion even know her, I swear that I got it
Niggas approaching, they better not try it
I don't give a fuck about no effort, I ain't trying (woo)
Back in this shit, I ain't lying
Do not come no closer, my nigga, you dying
I don't want a rover, in a year, I ain't drive it
Shit, we finna go up, my nigga, I ain't lying
Everybody know that these niggas ain't trying (yo hold up)
Nigga, stay quiet
Already know that my niggas is wylin
Look over my shoulder, my nigga ain't crying
We go coast to coast and we back on the island
We ride in the Ghost and we back on the island
They doing the most and my niggas is bout it
I need a repost for all of my talent
Bitch, I am the goat and it ain't no denying (yup)
I'm traveling, road time
From New York, I'm from north side
Get your tints hit on both sides
Where I go, I sit court side
I know the niggas on both sides
I ain't really used to coast lines
I ain't got to brag or boast mine
I ain't got to pick, they both mine (woo)
I'm pulling up
Windows tinted, you know I'm rolling up
Bitches telling me I'm growing up
Do what I want, bitch, I'm grown enough
200 no less, I ain't showing up
Get your mans before I roll him up
Put his ass in a blunt and smoked him up
Talking heavy, nobody spoke him up
Yeah (woo)
The jig is up
Shot his body, who finna pick him up?
Do drills and I hop in a Bentley truck
I don't even own it, it's rented up
Who you think in it? it's tinted up
I'm good in the hood, I ain't friendly, bro
(Several diamonds chains, I got several different choices) (woo)
Niggas mad, they don't do enough
Talking crazy but don't shoot enough
Got it done, I got my ruger tucked
In a uber and I'm toolied up
Hella shooters in the dually truck
We G'd up, we don't suu whoop it up
Four by four or we coupe it up
We ride back to back and we two it up
Riding 32 deep and we suited up
I don't feel these niggas cool enough
I don't feel these niggas do enough
Come to your crib and we shoot it up
I don't do small advances
I ain't got a Rollie that be dancing
Make sure the TEC leave you dead
And that's even on home-court advantage
Now that I'm up, y'all all wanna talk, wanna get involved
On my own from the start and this is the part where I'm going hard
Shooting for the stars, yeah I am on Mars, can't tear us apart
Ion even know her, I swear that I got it
Niggas approaching, they better not try it
I don't give a fuck about no effort, I ain't trying (woo)
Back in this shit, I ain't lying
Do not come no closer, my nigga, you dying
I don't want a rover, in a year, I ain't drive it
Shit, we finna go up, my nigga, I ain't lying
Everybody know that these niggas ain't trying (yo hold up)
Nigga, stay quiet
Already know that my niggas is wylin
Look over my shoulder, my nigga ain't crying
We go coast to coast and we back on the island
We ride in the Ghost and we back on the island
They doing the most and my niggas is bout it
I need a repost for all of my talent
Bitch, I am the goat and it ain't no denying (yup)
I'm traveling, road time
From New York, I'm from north side
Get your tints hit on both sides
Where I go, I sit court side
I know the niggas on both sides
I ain't really used to coast lines
I ain't got to brag or boast mine
I ain't got to pick, they both mine (woo)
I'm pulling up
Windows tinted, you know I'm rolling up
Bitches telling me I'm growing up
Do what I want, bitch, I'm grown enough
200 no less, I ain't showing up
Get your mans before I roll him up
Put his ass in a blunt and smoked him up
Talking heavy, nobody spoke him up
Yeah (woo)
The jig is up
Shot his body, who finna pick him up?
Do drills and I hop in a Bentley truck
I don't even own it, it's rented up
Who you think in it? it's tinted up
I'm good in the hood, I ain't friendly, bro
(Several diamonds chains, I got several different choices) (woo)
Niggas mad, they don't do enough
Talking crazy but don't shoot enough
Got it done, I got my ruger tucked
In a uber and I'm toolied up
Hella shooters in the dually truck
We G'd up, we don't suu whoop it up
Four by four or we coupe it up
We ride back to back and we two it up
Riding 32 deep and we suited up
I don't feel these niggas cool enough
I don't feel these niggas do enough
Come to your crib and we shoot it up
I don't do small advances
I ain't got a Rollie that be dancing
Make sure the TEC leave you dead
And that's even on home-court advantage
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Writer(s): Scooby Dior
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