I Don’t Respond (First Day Out) lyrics

[Intro]
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[Verse]
n*ggas mad they can't get on, b*tch, I put work in for these diamonds
I look down at this new Cartier and I say, "Perfect timin'"
I know that her love ain't good for me, I call her Poison Ivy
It's Percocets in my promethazine, that's why I'm never drivin'
We pop out clean as f*ck, I take your b*tch and nut all on her face, n*gga
Pop out, cuh leave headshots, I leave that to my favorite hitters
Looked up, seen a red dot, heard he got his face popped like a pimple
Accurate with my pistol, I leave a hole in your facе like a dimple
Bettеr pick a side before you die like Malcolm in the middle
I ain't never been a victim, always the one behind the pistol
I'm first one to pull the trigger, Li Rye the type lil'-boy a killer
We turn your wife to a thriller, b*tch, how your spot get hit with a switch?
These n*ggas think they bulletproof
pus*y n*gga make me bully you
We done showed n*ggas what fullies do
Can't hide, these b*tches comin' through
We catchin' you and we gunnin' you down, n*gga
Stretched how you found, n*gga
Leave bullets in your crown, n*gga
Hold on, huh, South ain't got twenty-six
We ridin' 'round with fully sticks
You know I like nut in my b*tch
Why you think she on toxic sh*t?
Five-seveN, that's why I'm on c*cky sh*t
I'm short, but I'm still rockin' sh*t
I blew up like a rocket, b*tch
Whack him, knock him off the list
Rose gold, I just took a p*ss
Fresh as f*ck, might take a pic
In the dark, my diamonds glist'
She say I got the finest wrist
Rocky how these diamonds hit
Mollies, but I know I'm lit
Hottie wan' eat on my di*k
Scottie Pippen dunk on sh*t
Rod Wave road to riches
Ain't see no n*gga cold as this
He pus*y, he ain't blow his blick
Love to see blood, they say I'm sick
b*tch, I raise the murder rate
Turnt up, these n*ggas love to hate
I'm young with so much on my plate
f*cked up, my n*ggas turnin' fake
Guess they hate to know I'm great
Paralyze with demons in my face
I see death up in my face
Quick to blow, won't hesitate
Hope I don't overdose one day
Spiritual, but I don't never pray
He play and he gon' meet his faith
Grrt, R.I.P. to his face
Two R.I.P.s in my face, R.I.P. Red, R.I.P. Erin
Got love for all the bros, I know he think that I don't be carin'
Big heart, I give 'em what I can, they think that I don't be sharin'
Hitter ain't whack him in his yard 'cause with me hand up his pact
These n*ggas see Li Rye and think of me, ain't got sh*t else to do
They try to close the door, I don't give a f*ck, b*tch know I'm comin' through
Got my respect with murder, I step on sh*t with my size seven shoe
They think I'm cray 'cause I don't give a f*ck, I'm quick to step on you
I been poppin' Percocets, how many I'm on? Right now it's two
I keep poppin' Percocets, before the night gon' be a few
Started off with just one body, now we up by like a few
Yeah, this sh*t is faneto, we gorillas in the zoo
I get money in my sleep, I feel like a f*ckin' Jew
We been f*ckin' for a week, so I'ma call her my lil' boo
I don't stay too far from Utah, take a trip to see the view, ha, who?
Why? You? Die, who? Bah, woo
My brother claim he Damu, ain't believe him 'til I see him draw blood
When you hit a n*gga head, that blood rush out just like a flood
n*ggas see that sh*t get real, try to cop out, nah, bud
The n*ggas really outside stand on business, who? Y'all was?
Done ran through more pounds than the Planet Fitness, all big buds
I'm in Cali' with EBK Jaaybo, I'm with big Bloods
And my daddy, he a Loc, Neighborhood Crip, a big Cuz