First Day Out lyrics

[Verse]
I popped out with the .30, put 12 in my gun, I'm in love with the trap but my killers A1
You been talking to 12? I ain't goin for 'none
Tryna rob me a n*gga, I hope he don't run
I'm in love with the trap, I ain't falling in love
I've been smoking on OG, f*cking up my lungs
I got caught in the streets, I got caught up too young
I got put in a box and I thought I was done
I caught 3V for nothing, pop out with that K and police in my phone tryna serve me a J
Don't be dissing, lil' n*gga, I know where you stay, I'm a Southside baby I'm straight out the A
We be jugging the faggots, you n*ggas too gay, we be shooting at n*ggas ain't talking 2K
I got put on probation, 2/17 May
Put the dope on the clock, we gon' see what it weigh
Know he want a 3.5, I'm gon' serve 'em a tray
Pour a 4 in my liter, the p*ss out the drank
We got cookies & suckas, you know this sh*t stank
I'm on top of the scale so Lil Glokk gained ranked
I been whipping the birdies, ain't talking blue Jays
Put the clip in the Glock then we on Broadway
Put the blick in my sock, know he on broad bay
I been putting my opps in a damn ash tray, I was pouring a 8 in the damn cafe
We gon' run to the guap, put the Glock to his face
Kilo serving them Xans, he don't caught 'em a case
I ain't feeling the same like a n*gga got laced, if I murk me a n*gga, I ain't leaving a trace
I'm gon' die 'bout respect, I ain't catching no case
And I'm clutching this rocket, my gang need space
We'll burn up the socket, no face, no case
I went to the south and came back with a Draco, don't push-up on me less you come with the panel
I'm savage, 1800, I'm feelin like Tadoe
Hop out with the .40, Glokk40 won't lay low
They say that Glokk40 got shooters like Adolf, when I say go hit 'em, they drill if I say so
I got into kicking cause I need the zip code
I do this for Tristan, I came from the opp zone
I be with them migos, they serving me nachos
I'm clipping this stick and record me an episode, sucking my di*k, I can tell she got deep throat
Reload the yoppa, I need some more ammo
Reach for my chain and ya ass getting windowed
Reach in my boogy, I'm poppin' like Django
Pounds of the cookie, I need a whole truck load
Got 'em a choppa, that sh*t got repoed
Most of you n*ggas be fanned out, smoking the Q, I can't hear what you talking 'bout
Pop out the cut, watch 'em walk down
Gun 'em down, hope he don't pop out
Kicked out the trap now he locked out
Most of these n*ggas be dubbed out
Most of these b*tches be burnt out
f*ck a song, I'm tryna rock out
Catch a opp, I pull my Glock out
Catch a thot, I pull my c*ck out (Gang, gang)