Young Nudy - First Day Out lyrics

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Young Nudy - First Day Out lyrics

[Verse 1]: I ain't going back to jail n***a f** 12 Tryna hold me down p**y yeah I paid bail p**y n***a snitchin' so they tried to give me 12 (years) Plus a mother f**in' L Elbow, hell nah I got those Jugged a mothaf**a for a elbow Caught his a** down bad right on Gresham Road Did his a** real bad right at the Texaco Then I split that sh** off right on Bouldercrest Road Right there at the mother f**in' Texaco Yeah… at the Texaco… at the Texaco [Verse 2]: b**h im Bouldercrest shawty Gotta keep a 40 These n***as claim they bout it where's yo 40? Nudy got that 30 hanging out the end of yo 40 I ain't never seen you walking with that Glock 40 That 40 with that 30 with that extension is you wit it? You know i like them 30s you can call me king extension And all my money stenchin' yea it take a long distance To try to touch a n***a like me is you tripping You must ain't got not heart p**y n***a I ain't got no heart You must think you the one thought you was gon' pull my card You must got me f**ed up boy do I look like your broad Mother f**er do I look like a dil*o I ain't no toy I will do you down bad I will do you wrong You better stay in the child's play cause little boy you not grown I pull up to yo house I'll take sh** straight to yo home And you know I'm bout that Georgia sh** yeah I'm takin off yo dome (load up another one f** that! We gon' spray all this sh** up i don't give a f**!) I hate these fake a** n***as (all that fake a** gangsta sh**…. p**y!) [Verse 3]: First of all… They wanna be a gangsta then they turn into a b**h They wanna be a shooter but they turn into a snitch They got money on my head but n***a I ain't scared of sh** They claimed they tried to off me n***a i ain't dead yet Where the f** the checks at Where the f** yo shooters at Where the f** them gangsters at that you talking bout Where the f** them shooters that claim they pulled up at my house Well they won't pull up right now Still the same young n***a with that 30 hanging out Still the same young n***a that'll shoot yo mamas house Clock that mother f**er with a hundred round drum I don't give a f** I'll spark that b**h up That b**h looking just like the Fourth of July 420 b**h smoke that blunt cause I stay high n***a you not built like I You more like that mother f**er named T.I I'm more like Gucci p**y yea I like shooting Don't make me catch a body b**h @ my slime Nudy I don't care bout b**hes I just f** all these groupies And treat these hoes like speds cause all these hoes stupid [Verse 4]: n***a shoot at my van b**h I'm bussing back I ain't put 12 wit no n***a ion know nothin bout that n***a shoot my grandma house so b**h I'm bussin' back I ain't put 12 on no n***a ion know bout that Mama ain't raise no hoe Mama raised me a kick door Mama told me as a young n***a Better go get you some dough So first thing came to my head i need a Glock that hold 30 more Soon as I kicked my first door I found bout a brick or f**in' more [Outro]: They ain't know I ain't know sh**, so f** em They ain't gotta know If they ain't know, then we don't know neither f** all them mother f**as All them mother f**as telling First n***a talk gansta be the last n***a to go f** with 12 Boy you's a b**h!