NLE Choppa - First Day Out (Beat Box) lyrics

Grrt (Come on) Ayy, walk him down straight to the ground, we make sure that he don't get up (Damn E, this sh*t exclusive) Call the reverend and his momma, tell 'em, "Come and pick him up" I'ma smack you with this .40, askin', "Is my Glizzy tucked?" Only like it sloppy, she gon' beat box when she su*kin' me Told her, "Bring a friend," if she ever think about fu*kin' me Touchin' who? Touchin' me? To God where your ass gon' be Leave him stuck and send him up like he fu*kin' with Cardi B Park the car before we hit the street, I'm hoppin' out on feet Get up close so I can see his teeth but I'ma keep it brief Ask do he remember me, then introduced him to my heat Skrrt off the block, you followin' this car, your whip be cream cheese Ain't no bush to beat around, you not duckin' no hunnid rounds Whole hood been down for the count 'cause we just beat it down Ain't gotta spin back around because my target hit the ground Crossed that line, you out of bounds They gon' find you up in the crowd Nappy-ass dreadlocks, black Forces, black socks Make the Draco pop, it's louder than a boombox Shoutout to OVO, this Drac' can make your bed rock We beat them four and oh, just check the score, it say a lot Ayy, I'm in Miami, she givin' me head on Ocean Drive while her ni**a outside su*ked me so good, I thought that I died But when I nutted, I had came back alive Skeet on her face, it got in her eyes Now she tellin' me she legally blind Gave her a towel and told her she fine She kept su*kin' 'til she started cryin' Point 'em out, shoot 'em out, I spot 'em, I got 'em He started runnin', so I caught 'em Bag on his head, I bought 'em Told my shooter do everything that I taught him Let me know if it's a problem Like a school boy, I be super quick to solve it Thinkin' my shooter retarded He take a pill and then snort it right off of his .40 Snort it right off of his gun Shot a hunnid, then paid a hunnid for his bond Send a diss, I won't respond Slam dunk a ni**a like a ni**a was LeBron Leave a ni**a where he stay Same place that I met him, I made him lay Let a ni**a come and play He gon' tell his momma, "Plan the funeral date" I got the power like Nelson Mandela You need a umbrella whenever I spray Leave him sh*tty like Nutella He gon' need a Pamper if he survive this K Me and my ni**as, we down for whatever We step on whoever in retro Js Bullet, stick like a Thorne, call it Bella Make him Cinderella if he betray b*tch Ayy, walk him down straight to the ground, we make sure that he don't get up (Damn E, this sh*t exclusive) Call the reverend and his momma, tell 'em, "Come and pick him up" I'ma smack you with this .40, askin', "Is my Glizzy tucked?"