BIG30 - First Day Out lyrics

(DrumGod)
Blrrd
(Turn me up, YC)
Nigga said
"How you gon' make a 'First Day Out'
And you ain't been locked
Up nothing but five
Six days?"
(Read Dead, I'm so fucking bumping, bro)
We ain't doing no sitting, pussy
All lawyers paid, bond paid up, nigga
We getting money
(Ayy)
Let's go
Blrrd (Blrrd)

Yes, they let me back up on the block
(Up on the block)
First I need a eight of Wock'
(Eight of Wock')
Then drop me back off to my Glock
(Drop me to my Glock)
Went from flexing
Showing off my Cartier to watching clock
(Bling)
Bitch, I'm thugging
I've been out two days and
I still ain't got chopped
Brushing chi chis out my VV's
(Bling)
Know y'all thought this shit was over
(Blrrd)
How the fuck he shake that charge?
Convicted felon with that toaster
(That toaster)
Big slime, king cobra
(Slime, slime)
Cross you out and fuck you over
(Cross 'em over)
Told them bitches exactly how I'm
Coming the month of October
(October)
No, I don't need no shank in here
(No) , nigga play
Won't hear from mama (Won't hear from mama)
I can send a hit from my cell
Still got status like Obama
(They treat me like Obama)
Known for giving niggas hell
Then introduce them to that trauma
(To that trauma)
Feds knowing damn well I rap
But charged me like a runner
(They charged me like a runner)
That's why I'll never stop, I got a C8
(Skrrt) in the V8 (Skrrt, skrrt)
Okay, it's BGB the set, tell
Them, "Free Preston", bitch
I'm big Grape
(I'm big Grape)
Police is broke as fuck
I make a fifty up in each state
(Each state)
I'm not with all that commissary shit
BIG30 eat steak
(I eat steak)
I never sweated shit about
No bond, it's endless
We paid
(Endless)
Kick back up in my cell, playing spades
Waiting on my release date
(Release date)
Five-seveN on me, not my car
(Skrrt) , you know this
Charger straight eight (Skrrt
Skrrt)
Big boy FN what's on my hip
Gon' cut you like a switchblade
(Blrrd, blrrd, blrrd)
Bitch, I'm a kill switch (Yep)
Send a nigga to his homie, know we kill shit
(Blrrd)
Come and see 'bout it
I'm on Winchester and Killbranch
(I'm posted)
You got the right to remain silent
How you still snitch?
Your big homie got my attention
He a real bitch
(A bitch)
And you know knock shit back, gang, boy
We kill shit
(We kill shit)
Whole fifty thousand dollar bond, bitch
I'm still rich
(I'm still rich)
I'm Choppa Gang E-N T, we in the field, yeah
(We in the field, bitch, we in the field
Bitch)
You know we kill shit, pussy
You know we kill shit
(Yeah)

Ha ha, Choppa Gang E-N T, baby
You know what's
Going on, Bread Gang illest, man, I'm back
Bitch
Fuck you talking 'bout
Nigga? I called Murda in the booth with
Me, got G in the booth with me, it's up
Blrrd