Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song First Day Out, artist - Tee Grizzley. Date of issue: 22.02.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
First Day Out |
| These niggas prayed on my downfall |
| On all ten, bitch, I stood tall |
| Show these disloyal niggas how to ball |
| Go get a thermometer for the pot, I need this shit cooked right |
| Let’s keep that water 400 degrees Fahrenheit |
| You ever been inside a federal court room? |
| Nigga you ever went to trial and fought for your life? |
| Bein' broke did somethin' to my spirit |
| Asked niggas to plug me, they act like they couldn’t hear me |
| Look at me now, drivin' German engineering |
| You don’t want your baby mama fucked, keep the ho from near me |
| Kilroy, 'member when I used to use your L’s |
| To hit the road, hit the O and make them big boy sales? |
| Moo, 'member when you had them green things mailed |
| With vacuum seals tryin' not to have them green things smelled? |
| Feds was on me, what you know about related through money? |
| I don’t know nothin', I just used to see 'em walk to the Coney |
| I fuck with bitches, my body count go from Pershing to Cody |
| Any further questions, you can take that up with the lawyer |
| My nigga Fenkell, J Money, Brightmo Lo, Project Joe |
| Will tell you every day before school I sold a half bow |
| How you think I won best dressed with no support? |
| And had them paid lawyers comin' in and out of court |
| Ayy, Dwan though, ayy, Theo ain’t it a blessing? |
| We made it out Kentucky after all that happened? |
| After the pre-trials, after the status |
| After them impact statements, after the castle |
| Ayy, JR nigga, ain’t it a blessing? |
| We made it out of Lansing after all that happened? |
| After Michigan State, after Hubbard |
| When our mans told on us, them bands they took from us |
| Joy road bitch, but the money long as six mile |
| Brick mile, knock your bitch down |
| Pick her up, knock her back down, pull her tracks out |
| Yes I slap girl, yes I slap dog, yes I slap loud |
| Yes I’ll slap a pussy nigga if he act out |
| Yes I caught cases on the road with them killers |
| Bro, kill me if I snitch, 'cause if you snitch I’m gon' kill ya |
| Spent a lot of time on that yard with them gorillas |
| Stood tall, did I let niggas ho me? |
| Quit bein' silly |
| I know for a fact your bitch pussy get wet for a nigga |
| 'Cause I do it better, plus I’m doin' better than niggas |
| I’m at home when I’m down there in Lexington nigga |
| 'Bout the king, they gon' drop you and who next to you nigga |
| Unc said Lil T, «Get ahead of them niggas!» |
| When you take off, don’t look back and try to rescue them niggas |
| You killed his mans? |
| Then make sure you get the rest of them niggas |
| Don’t let them get the best of you, just get the revenue nigga |
| So let me know what you can handle, okay, come grab it |
| Here go some extras, so if I’m busy you can manage |
| Fiends had me Blade dancin', eating sixty dollar salads |
| Get it there and back, tell the feds I need a challenge |
| My first offer was 30 years, not a day lower |
| I told them crackers holler at me when they sober |
| On parole, I’m a felon, you think I ain’t got that blower? |
| Yeah you right, bro take his head off his fuckin' shoulders |
| (Boom-Boom-Boom!) |
| You hear me? |
| Hit the Rollie store with the Rollie on |
| What was our getaway car? |
| A Jag Portfolio |
| You hear me? |
| Ayy, I heard I had some sneak dissers |
| Whoever feelin' hot, that AR got a heat sensor |
| Cuz said don’t entertain them hungry niggas |
| I wish I would pay attention to these homeless niggas |
| Don’t call my phone, I don’t want to do no song with niggas |
| And tell yo bitch to tighten up before I bone her, nigga |
| I don’t know you niggas, fuck wrong with niggas? |
| Through these white buffs I can see the ho in niggas |
| Free my nigga Parico, that boy be hoein' niggas |
| Shoot the smile off your face, I don’t joke with niggas |
| Boy, I can’t trust you with that strap if you ain’t got no bodies |
| Boy, I can’t take you on no lick if you ain’t robbed nobody |
| You ain’t no shooter, you can’t do that shit without no molly |
| I came home and had the hoes wetter than Kalahari |
| Thirty months ago niggas ain’t think that I was comin' home |
| Shout out to them niggas' freaks that I been cummin' on |
| Get 'em to the crib, bust 'em down, now bitch run along |
| This SK’ll get to shakin' like there’s somethin' wrong |
| Thirty bands two times, watch this money clone |
| The feds say my name hot like when the oven on |
| Bitch, I came home to my lil' brother gone |
| Niggas say they lookin' for me, pull up in the Skuddy zone |
| Who said I’m a snitch? |
| You just heard a lie from him |
| Better check the black and white |
| That paperwork will vouch for him |
| Zero toleration for that nigga, take his life from him |
| He don’t want that pistol play? |
| Okay I’ll Tyson him |
| I ain’t hear from bitches when I had them blues on |
| So soon as I’m done fuckin', put your shoes on |
| I’m on parole in two states, I can’t move wrong |
| The feds tryin' to build a case, I can’t move wrong |
| I went to trial back to back, bitch I’m 2−0 |
| The state of Kentucky banned me from every jewelry store |
| Say I can’t even be in public with my hoodie on |
| Michigan State don’t want him here, they don’t know what he on |
| I know they prayed on my downfall |
| I know they prayed on my downfall |
| On all ten, bitch, I stood tall |
| Show these disloyal niggas how to ball |