Lyrics First Day Out - Young Nudy

First Day Out

Yo Pi’erre, you wanna come out here?
(Pussy)
Nope
I ain’t going back to jail, nigga, fuck 12
Tried to hold me down, pussy, yeah, I paid bail (Cash)
Pussy niggas snitching so they tried to give me 12 (Years)
12 plus a motherfuckin' L (Damn)
Elbow, hell nah, I got those, yeah
Jugged a motherfucker for a elbow
Caught his ass down bad right on Gresham Road
Did his ass real bad right at the Texaco
Then I split that shit off right on Bouldercrest Road
Right there at the motherfuckin' Texaco
Yeah, at the Texaco (32), at the Texaco (32)
Bitch, I’m Bouldercrest shawty
I gotta keep a 40
These niggas claim they 'bout it, where’s your 40?
Nudy got that 30 hanging out at the end of your 40
I ain’t never seen you walking with that Glock 40
That 40 with that 30 with that extension, is you with it?
You know I like them 30s, you can call me King Extension
And all my money extension, yeah, it take a long distance
You tried to touch a nigga like me, is you tripping?
You must ain’t got no heart, pussy nigga, I ain’t got no heart
You must think you the one, thought you was gon' pull my card
You must got me fucked up, ayy, boy, do I look like your broad?
Motherfucker, do I look like a dildo?
I ain’t no toy
I will do you down bad, I will do you wrong
You better stay in the child’s play 'cause little boy, you not grown
I’ll pull up at your house, yeah, I’ll take shit straight to your home
And you know I’m 'bout that Georgia shit, yeah, I’m takin' off your dome
Pussy
(Load up another one, fuck that)
(We gon' spray all this shit up, I don’t give a fuck)
I hate these fake ass niggas
(All that fake ass gangster shit, pussy)
First of all
They wanna be a gangster then they turn into a bitch
They wanna be a shooter but they turn into a snitch
They got money on my head but nigga, I ain’t scared of shit
They claimed they trying to off me, nigga, I ain’t dead yet
Where the fuck the checks at?
Where the fuck your shooters at?
Where the fuck them gangsters at that you talking 'bout?
Where the fuck them shooters at that claim they pulled up at my house?
Well they ain’t pulled up right now
Still the same young nigga with that 30 hanging out
Still the same young nigga that’ll shoot your mama’s house
Clap that motherfucker with a hundred round drum
I don’t give a fuck, I’ll spark that bitch up
Have that bitch looking just like the Fourth of July
420, bitch, smoke that blunt 'cause I stay high (Gas)
Nigga you not built like I
You more like that motherfucker named T. I
I’m more like Gucci, pussy, yeah, I love shooting
Don’t make me catch a body, bitch, ask 'bout Slime Nudy (Slime)
I don’t care bout 'bitches, I just fuck all these groupies
And treat them hoes like speds 'cause all these hoes stupid
Damn, damn, word, for real
Nah nigga, for real
Huh
Nigga shoot at my van, bitch, I’m bustin' back
I ain’t put 12 on no nigga, I don’t know nothin' 'bout that
Nigga shoot my grandma house so bitch, I’m bustin' back
I ain’t put 12 on no nigga, I don’t know 'bout that
Mama didn’t raise no ho
Mama raised me to kick doors
Mama told me, «Young nigga, better go get you some dough»
So first thing came to my head, «I need a Glock hold 30 more»
Soon as I kicked my first door
I found out a brick or fuckin' more
They ain’t know
I ain’t know
Shit, so fuck 'em
They ain’t gotta know
If they ain’t know, then we don’t know neither
Fuck all them motherfuckers
All them motherfuckers telling
First nigga talk ganster be the last nigga to go fuck with 12
Boy, you’s a bitch
Yo Pi’erre, you wanna come out here?