First Day Out - Young Nudy

Yo Pi’erre, you wanna come out here?

(Pussy)

Nope

I ain’t going back to jail, nigga, fuck 12

Tried to hold me down, pussy, yeah, I paid bail (Cash)

Pussy niggas snitching so they tried to give me 12 (Years)

12 plus a motherfuckin' L (Damn)

Elbow, hell nah, I got those, yeah

Jugged a motherfucker for a elbow

Caught his ass down bad right on Gresham Road

Did his ass real bad right at the Texaco

Then I split that shit off right on Bouldercrest Road

Right there at the motherfuckin' Texaco

Yeah, at the Texaco (32), at the Texaco (32)

Bitch, I’m Bouldercrest shawty

I gotta keep a 40

These niggas claim they 'bout it, where’s your 40?

Nudy got that 30 hanging out at the end of your 40

I ain’t never seen you walking with that Glock 40

That 40 with that 30 with that extension, is you with it?

You know I like them 30s, you can call me King Extension

And all my money extension, yeah, it take a long distance

You tried to touch a nigga like me, is you tripping?

You must ain’t got no heart, pussy nigga, I ain’t got no heart

You must think you the one, thought you was gon' pull my card

You must got me fucked up, ayy, boy, do I look like your broad?

Motherfucker, do I look like a dildo?

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’ll pull up at your house, yeah, I’ll take shit straight to your home

And you know I’m 'bout that Georgia shit, yeah, I’m takin' off your dome

Pussy

(Load up another one, fuck that)

(We gon' spray all this shit up, I don’t give a fuck)

I hate these fake ass niggas

(All that fake ass gangster shit, pussy)

First of all

They wanna be a gangster then they turn into a bitch

They wanna be a shooter but they turn into a snitch

They got money on my head but nigga, I ain’t scared of shit

They claimed they trying to off me, nigga, I ain’t dead yet

Where the fuck the checks at?

Where the fuck your shooters at?

Where the fuck them gangsters at that you talking 'bout?

Where the fuck them shooters at that claim they pulled up at my house?

Well they ain’t pulled up right now

Still the same young nigga with that 30 hanging out

Still the same young nigga that’ll shoot your mama’s house

Clap that motherfucker with a hundred round drum

I don’t give a fuck, I’ll spark that bitch up

Have that bitch looking just like the Fourth of July

420, bitch, smoke that blunt 'cause I stay high (Gas)

Nigga you not built like I

You more like that motherfucker named T. I

I’m more like Gucci, pussy, yeah, I love shooting

Don’t make me catch a body, bitch, ask 'bout Slime Nudy (Slime)

I don’t care bout 'bitches, I just fuck all these groupies

And treat them hoes like speds 'cause all these hoes stupid

Damn, damn, word, for real

Nah nigga, for real

Huh

Nigga shoot at my van, bitch, I’m bustin' back

I ain’t put 12 on no nigga, I don’t know nothin' 'bout that

Nigga shoot my grandma house so bitch, I’m bustin' back

I ain’t put 12 on no nigga, I don’t know 'bout that

Mama didn’t raise no ho

Mama raised me to kick doors

Mama told me, «Young nigga, better go get you some dough»

So first thing came to my head, «I need a Glock hold 30 more»

Soon as I kicked my first door

I found out a brick or fuckin' more

They ain’t know

I ain’t know

Shit, so fuck 'em

They ain’t gotta know

If they ain’t know, then we don’t know neither

Fuck all them motherfuckers

All them motherfuckers telling

First nigga talk ganster be the last nigga to go fuck with 12

Boy, you’s a bitch

Yo Pi’erre, you wanna come out here?