First Day Out

Laps

Street Shit

Lyrics

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Count it dawg
Rubber band the money
We count Monday-Sunday
No fronting dawg

Verse 1

Homicide
Dead bodies in my pocket
You seen me walk out to a hunnid bands
Know I got it
Can’t catch me slipping fuck boy
Know I keep a rocket

With my mouth open
holding my nuts
I’m cocky

Watch ZuWop count 30 thousand
Till it fade the day man
Sent my lil hoe to the store
for rubber bands
I on’t play man
Might throw it in the money machine
Cuz I ain’t got all day man
Deadman’s on top of Deadman’s

CHORUS 2

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Count it dawg
Rubber band the money
We count Monday-Sunday
No fronting dawg

Verse 2

Whole team look like some winners
No beginners
That fuck shit In us
I was dead broke
Do you remember?
We use to swap clothes all winter

Now I got my cash right
Bag right
Young nigga can’t act right
You sad right
You mad right
Because yo pockets mad tight
I brag right
Because my stash right
50 bands on me, that’s light
Show a 20 to catch a eye
I know niggas out here living a lie

CHORUS 3

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20s
20s
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Count it dawg
Rubber band the money
We count Monday-Sunday
No fronting dawg

Monday Thru Friday

Lyrics

Where we at trap?
Ok this the 2nd one
This Cages 2 Stages
Yeah
Aye this for every guard
that held they mf nuts on me
Let’s get into this shit , fuck it

They say kill the head the body will fall
(I swear it will)
But everybody in my circle big dawgs
I got some big dawgs lock behind the g wall
Waiting on that call
(......)

I get that call & drop that paperwork off
Make sure my niggas
sitting behind that wall straight
Locker box A1
Lawyers paid
Witness disappeared Case got ate

That’s how we play
Got mob ties
You is a rat
no pussy cat
no 9 lives
You going live don’t know you bout to die
Kill the head & watch the body fall aside

Verse 1

Big zilla
Moe realer
2 dirty ass pistols under my pillow
I don’t trust em
I don’t feel em
(Not at all)

AD gone get rid of em


Chorus

They say kill the head the body will fall
(I swear it will)
But everybody in my circle big dawgs
I got some big dawgs lock behind the g wall
Waiting on that call

I get that call & drop that paperwork off
Make sure my niggas sitting behind that wall straight
Locker box A1
Lawyers paid
Witness disappeared Case got ate

Verse 2

Text one told em pull up with them guns, he say he lost it
(One pull up right now, fuck it)

I told one stop by Walmart
Pick us out some dirty coffins
(Man it don’t matter black or white get one of em)

Big bs like Boston
(blatt, blatt)

No GD but I’m bossin
(Was brackin nigga)

Declining record labels they keep calling
(I’m good)

I’m in these streets and I ain’t stalling
(I’m in the hood)

Kill the Head

Lyrics

Did so much time in my life
I swear it’s karma
Why when the day turn night
Spring turn summer
Sign my life on the dotted line
Here you’re honor
Fresh out a prison cell
Back to getting commas

Ion know what went wrong
Sitting in my cell while I’m writing this song
Ion know what went wrong
Family Gave up on me
Everyone gone

Gone
Gave up on me
Everyone gone

Gone


I pour this shit up
Too clear my mind
I throw this shit up
This ain’t fashion nigga
I rap with passion nigga
We’ll plastic bag a nigga
For pillow talking bout a nigga


Shit real in the field
I speak this shit just how it is
Open niggas mind clear
Show em that it ain’t real
How it is
When you locked behind steel


CHORUS


Did so much time in my life
I swear it’s karma
Why when the day turn night
Spring turn summer
Sign my life on the dotted line
Here you’re honor
Fresh out a prison cell
Back to getting commas

Ion know what went wrong
Sitting in my cell while I’m writing this song
Ion know what went wrong
Family Gave up on me
Everyone gone


Verse 2


Nigga toting steal
Sharpen them at night
Niggas on the ice
Niggas fight
Niggas lose they life
Niggas strike
Nigga who you is?
Nigga is you right?
Is ya left?
Is ya GD?
Nigga who you?

Nigga this shit Real
when you banging
in the chain gang
This shit real
Getting money
in the chain gang
This shit how a nigga live
In the chain gang
Minds fucked up
That’s how it is
In chain gang

Understand my pain mane
????? Out
He getting cropped out
I’m just tryna get out of lock down

CHORUS



Did so much time in my life
I swear it’s karma
Why when the day turn night
Spring turn summer
Sign my life on the dotted line
Here you’re honor
Fresh out a prison cell
Back to getting commas

Ion know what went wrong
Sitting in my cell while I’m writing this song
Ion know what went wrong
Family Gave up on me
Everyone gone

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