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1st Day Out Lyrics


No Plug 1st Day Out

[Chorus]
They charged me a hundred fifty thousand for some baking soda
Everybody know my twenty-eights is jumpin' over
I turn the shit tan, add a little Coca-Cola
A whole brick of that dog food a Range Rover
They say a nigga was locked down on PC
Last nigga tried me, he made the TV
They gave me gang charges, they think I'm Chief Keef
I only hang around niggas like Reese

[Verse 1]
I'ma chop that brick like Bruce Lee
I play with them hawks like Dominique
If it's fourth and one, nigga quarterback sneak
I take plenty chances nigga, every week
You better ask the streets, we run Wright Street
A nigga try me, that nigga lunch meat
I don't want the brick if it's like concrete
My shit's fishscale and it's crumbling
When it come to bricks, bitch I got 'em tumbling
Seven hundred horses, hear me coming
I got a hundred on my neck, who wanna rob me?
My car said push button the only way you start me

[Chorus]
They charged me a hundred fifty thousand for some baking soda
Everybody know my twenty-eights is jumpin' over
I turn the shit tan, add a little Coca-Cola
A whole brick of that dog food a Range Rover
They say a nigga was locked down on PC
Last nigga tried me, he made the TV
They gave me gang charges, they think I'm Chief Keef
I only hang around niggas like Reese

[Verse 2]
I told the judge I'm Slaughter Gang ENT
That chicken all base, you can keep the grease
He want two halves, fifteen a piece
I got 'em for the L-O on the front street
I ran on the last nigga fronted me
Must be out his mind if his ass come for me
I leave a nigga's ass wet like Miami Beach
I was saved by the bales like that nigga Screech
I got a hundred thousand, that's just in my reach
The feds hit the spot 'cause I was on a lease
They took the white Hellcat, may it rest in peace
I did three mil on that song Keys

[Chorus]
They charged me a hundred fifty thousand for some baking soda
Everybody know my twenty-eights is jumpin' over
I turn the shit tan, add a little Coca-Cola
A whole brick of that dog food a Range Rover
They say a nigga was locked down on PC
Last nigga tried me, he made the TV
They gave me gang charges, they think I'm Chief Keef
I only hang around niggas like Reese


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