Chief Keef - 2nd Day Out lyrics

Starting off my day with a blunt stuffed
Pussy kept on talking he got fucked up
Big black Glock and a cup of purp
You already know I'm finna sip some sizzurp
I'm back off in the kitchen
Working with the pies
Say you need a half of brick
Give me twelve-five fifty pounds of gross
Several pounds of midget
Tadoe just brought a pretty fucking fifty
My gun need a mag, he happy then he mad
Someone leavin' real soon, so he send his ass
Hop out of that van with like two lil mags
And if a nigga try me Imma do his ass
I'm counting up the paper in my office room
And I'm witch, bitch
Please don't make me spark the broom
Guns in every little cut
Like a fucking savage hear the SWAT team
Come you gotta fucking have it
Man I'm tired of buying jocks
I need a rocket launcher
You ain't tryna incriminate then
Bitch stop the camera i used to drive the
Foreign through my backyard
Hit the dough and Imma blow
You like a Saks card
Sosa back bitch, yeah I'm back bitch
That lil stupid ass, dirty ass, black bitch
This that new shit, that fuck the jail shit
Fuck nigga, no, that it ain't in my heritage
You on my shit list, you like a biscuit
Granny say if it ain't broke
Don't try to fix it
I got a sick wrist, it cost like six-six
Zero zero zero nigga, come and get this
I got a stupid swag
Please don't touch my Louis bag
Pole on me nigga, you gon' make me do you bad
Bitch my Louis bag, that bitch Scooby snacks
I need an elephant, giraffe and a Cougar cat

Bitch I end my day ten
Bitch I end my day ten in the morning
You can sneak diss this bitch still is going
We gon' hit his block, pull up, hit the horn
I ain't talking the whip bitch
This bitch is blowing
Stick a silly nigga now he's silicon
Granny what you doing? She
Say I'm whipping corn
I just bough a chopper bitch
It'll shake the storm
Pull up auditorium and shake the dorm
Saying you can't stand me, pussy take a seat
Call 'em McDonalds 'cuz he faking beef
Hit the back block and then take the street
Piss on his grave, I got to take a leak
Standing on the curb and I'm flaming dope
Seventeen years old I was strangling hoes
Had to grow up and make a bankroll
40 get to singing, she'll take your soul
My auntie need some strips
Sister need a crib
Told her tie your shoes lil'
Baby and don't even trip
I hopped up in that truck with the double cup
And it can't spill
I make that bitch buckle up
I'm counting up bodies as they fucking drop
Nigga think he had them streets
We had to break his lock
He got a high fade, we had to shave his top
Car so loud vroom vroom, might wake the block
Four Porches, nine elevens
And like eight bitches
It's a horse on the seat
They tryna take pictures
And that pussy nigga scared
You know I hate chickens
He done caught a domestic
It's the state business
Make them see the light and it's bright white
Young boy brown as shit, but my ice white
They spying on the spot
With them fucking drones
Tell them helicopters get the fucking on
Baby I'm lowkey if I'm fucking you
I can fucking don't say shit this what I do
Smoke them like a kite like my cousin Ku
Bullets popping out like a fucking Boo

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Second Day out! Ayy!
Second Day out! Ayy Ayy! Second Day out!
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