First Day Out

Huncho

When I was out, they was searchin' for the clout
Now I'm back and in my bag, and my name all in they mouth, ayy
Fuck the ops, run a nigga out of his socks
I got money like I'm trappin', but I've been left the block

When I left that courtroom, shit, I almost kicked the door down
These niggas Ronald McDonald, yeah, these niggas real clowns
I'm not with that playin' shit, take that shit to the playground
Got a pencil, ain't no motherfuckin' paper on this four pound

48 hours, you might think that ain't shit
But I missed five bands a day, shit, that's ten bands, bitch
Yeah, could've caught them bands and bought a stick
Yeah, could've popped an op in his shit, yeah



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Writer(s): Glister Collins, Issac Waldrip
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