Captain Crunch - FIRST DAY OUT/FREE GLOCKS 2 lyrics

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Captain Crunch - FIRST DAY OUT/FREE GLOCKS 2 lyrics

[Intro] (Jay motherf**in' $plash) (CaptainCrunch presents!) [Verse 1] Yung Life Alert came straight for the b**hes Glock-9 leave em' on the floor like a matress I'ma leave the jail in an Uber with a bad b**h I'ma flip a pack then I make a stack I was servin' beans out the tic-tac Call me Santa Claus cause' I got a sack If the feds come, exit through the back Chips in the bag, no snack Chips in the bag, I ain't talkin licks (don't do it, woah) Back in 09' I had a prepaid (woah sh**) Way before the Glock I had a switchblade (woah sh**) Try to rob me, we gon' run a fade Try to rob me, I hit you with the k Playin' with them bands, saxaphone Posted on the block, call me safety cone My patients sure made in Tokyo I'ma fold a n***a, portfolio Your man keep askin' "where did Nolly go"? I was servin' mid down in Idaho [Interlude] Hol' up, hol' up, hol' up hol' up That's not what ya'll really wanted That's not what ya'll waitin' for Ay yo, free beanman, free Yung Life Alert You know how we do it You know how we f**in do it Glone sh** [Intro to Free Glocks 2] Aquarium, I got fish Gap I'ma send a letter, blackmail (I'm a n***a!) All white bricks, my crib's a (?) Call me library, cause' your sh**'s overdue [Verse 2] Aquarium, I got fish Gap I'ma send a letter, blackmail (I'm a n***a!) All white bricks, my crib's a (?) Call me library, cause' your sh**'s overdue 14 (?) on my damn shoe Called me a crab, so I shot him out the blue I got all the d**, so I guess I'm a hoarder Basketball's a dollar cause' it got 4 quarters I ain't even care about your car, I got guap Throwin' out the signs like a stop, traffic cop You can call me corn, I'ma pop I got Glock 1 times 1 equals Glock Only said I rap, be that (?) Put ya' girl to work, she my clerk (okay) Call me iHop, I got served Sippin baby bottle, make her burp I put lean on pancakes Miss it when I take it, that's a mistake She (?) I'ma call it (?) n***as cookin' crack, I'ma learn how to bake Bruh mad at me OK cool, OK Gap f** a 16, I sell bars, I don't rap You ain't got no work, you don't trap, you just (?) Call me suitcase, I got pack