Lyrics First Day Home - Retch

First Day Home

Big body coupe I feel like I’m outta' space
I caught a flight and switched my mutha-fuckin states
I got the fam depending on me I can’t catch another case
I pay my lawyer said I’m gone for 30 days
Anything come up tell them pussies they can wait
I’m screamin' free my nigga K like fuck the jakes
Yea thats the brodie me and bro we share a place (that's my nigga)
Trap nigga gettin' money outta' state (out of state)
Gucci Ace, fuck that bitch all in her face
Have a life fuckin' bitches in the hills
Had to sell cocaine I was tryna' pay the bills
Balmain when I’m chillin' doin nothing
I just got a Givenchy sweater heard they love me out in London
Bitch I’m really baller feel like Kobe (just like Kobe)
These is Louis runners bitch these ain’t' no Roshes
Margiela on my like I sold my fuckin' soul (all this Maison)
Tripple?
free the mutha-fuckin bros
Got a cheque for fifty bands the day i got out (when I got out)
On a track with Riri shit I might go pop now (I might go pop now)
(Hook X2)
Rockin' Gamo freakin bitches at the bondo
I meant condo but It’s blood so we say bondo
Thotty bitches shawty says shes from Toronto
On the road puttin' OG in my fronto
I call my side hoe drive and scoop me in a Tahoe
Fuck the five-oh if they stop me I do not know
Came from the block tho sellin' rallo duckin' blocko
But I’m home now
Niggas buzz a cheque up for me all up on my phone now…
That coke it bubble over so cut the stove down
Maison my designer lil' bitch i got my own style
Niggas said they with me had to get it on my own now
Offers comin' back to back it got me on the road now
She was actin' stuck up now she wanna give me dome now
Came home with my weight up all them hoes won’t leave me lone now
All this money coming I can’t even put my phone down
Used to smoking twenties now we get it where it’s grown now
Shit I grabbed an eight I grabbed a Wraith I bought em both out
I be somewhere foreign nigga boolin' with my toes out
(Hook x2)