Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song First Day Out , by - Jimmy wopo. Release date: 31.08.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
First Day Out |
| I’m startin' out my day, with a chopper |
| Then pick up my daughter from my baby mama’s |
| Then I shrimp and steak, Benihana’s |
| Like my birthday, I want cake and a box of condoms |
| And turn up with my niggas like I never saw them |
| And pull up on my niggas like I never saw them |
| I’m startin' out my day, with a chopper |
| Like my birthday, I want cake and a box of condoms |
| Jimmy home, start checkin' your bitch’s phone again |
| Feel like 2010, all these honkies callin' my phone again |
| I’m in your backyard again, nigga, no Nickelodeon |
| Pockets on a hungry chick, niggas is Ethiopians |
| Left the door cracked for you niggas who still ain’t open it |
| Took the cookie jar out the stove, it got the coke in it |
| The fans got me showin' my ass, so inappropriate |
| The Xans got me losin' my stance, no more controllin' it |
| So I might forget who I smashed or niggas' ho I hit |
| Still skinny Jimmy, what I look like on some bulky shit? |
| Still Pretty Ricky, I blow your ho the emoji kiss |
| Ain’t another nigga in my city I need to go against |
| Now I’m focusin', tryna give lanes and G’s hope again |
| I wrote this shit two weeks in, with no pad or pen |
| Now who gon' pay rap boy lawyer if I go broke again? |
| My mama, Mo, and them, Baby Jace, Aubrey you need a win |
| I’m startin' out my day, with a chopper |
| Then pick up my daughter from my baby mama’s |
| Then I shrimp and steak, Benihana’s |
| Like my birthday, I want cake and a box of condoms |
| And turn up with my niggas like I never saw them |
| And pull up on my niggas like I never saw them |
| I’m startin' out my day, with a chopper |
| Like my birthday, I want cake and a box of condoms |
| Just yesterday I woke up in a jail cell |
| Came a long way from bustin' down them dope sales |
| I pray every day we make it off them food stamps |
| I just wanna watch my lil' brother go to training camp |
| Run the cheddar up, hit shocks and let the cheese melt |
| You ain’t lose lumber with me, you ain’t know how it felt |
| I asked myself, «How I win with the hand I was dealt?» |
| It’s like I’m puntin' on the court, tryna dunk on the field |
| Damn, and I got hit with probation violation |
| You ask me, shit I just think my probation was hatin' |
| Ride in the city with the calculator calculatin' |
| 19.5 for one, two for the Walter Payton |
| Free my nigga True, he don’t shoot, he fightin' that home invasion |
| Feds wanna kill me, say I’m guilty by association |
| VVS' in my charm, chain the color as the Penguins |
| City gettin' shitted on 'til they treat me like I’m famous |
| I’m startin' out my day, with a chopper |
| Then pick up my daughter from my baby mama’s |
| Then I shrimp and steak, Benihana’s |
| Like my birthday, I want cake and a box of condoms |
| And turn up with my niggas like I never saw them |
| And pull up on my niggas like I never saw them |
| I’m startin' out my day, with a chopper |
| Like my birthday, I want cake and a box of condoms |