Young Nudy - First Day Out lyrics

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 TI
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?