First Week Out 2 lyrics

[Intro]
Gang, haha
[?] with this sh*t, like
I’m the f*cking king of this sh*t, like
I started this sh*t
You n*ggas doing all this goofy ass sh*t and sh*t, like
What the f*ck you n*ggas got going on?
Huh, ayy, load up
f*ck them 'em n*ggas

[Verse]
I'ma start this off by saying, lil' brodie match the gas
I'm finna slide through the 6 and put lil' 6 on his ass
Hop out on him with the K
If he outside, he get smashed
You know lil' Fefe wanna be me, he a b*tch and that sh*t sad
Pass the Bibs over here, you know that Teki sh*t got trash
Heard lil' Kit Kat got his sh*t splat, put that hot sh*t on his ass
Teki lived for a week and then that pus*y n*gga passed
I'm tryna catch lil' what's his name and put his b*tch in the trash
Ain't nobody swang the door, Bibby got his ass smoked
Foolio yo' ass a snitch and lil' Felix, he a hoe
He keep speakin' on Ralo, his lil' b*tch ass gon' diе broke
Swang his block a couple times
If thеy ain't out, we swang some more
Smoke that n*gga like a pole
Lil' Bibby died, it was a joke
I smoke Teki to the face, I swear to god, he on my soul
Swing the car, then, he gon' fold
This red tip knock off yo' nose
Back in the G, you was a b*tch, you let a n*gga take yo' pole
Run it up, I want all money, just give me new guns
Stomp a n*gga ass out in these f*ckin' Air Force 1's
I feel like Teki off this dope, boy, I cannot feel my lungs
Denis boy, yo' ass broke
You sleep in the trap, boy, you a bum
Wait, hold up, slow the beat up, I think I said something
AR-15 hit his head and leave his f*ckin' head runnin'
Yo' lil' b*tch ass keep on rappin', you gon' be a dead dummy
He like "Bro, there go the car"
He tried to duck, this lead coming
We slang that iron and n*ggas dying, but I don't give no f*ck
Yo' pus*y ass gon' come outside, and we just gon' spark yo' sh*t up
Yeah, I said "f*ck Lil' Bibby", pus*y b*tch come get up
Catch you lacking, that's yo' ass, 'cause it ain't gon' yo' luck
I got bronem in the cut, waiting to f*ck some sh*t up
And we get down with a n*gga, if he don't want to get up
That red tip start flying, I watched that pus*y n*gga duck
Shot too early, then he slid, I guess it really was his luck (Ayy)
That action? We don't duck (Ayy)
You sweet? You get bucked
Take yo' pole, take yo' soul if you wanna get tough
I smoke Lil' Bibby and Teki, I just don't get enough
Smack her ass, nut in that hoe, then I tell her get the f*ck
You know that gang I still bang, but lil' Jo in the cut
30 rounds on this b*tch, he let that 2-7 bust
Hit a n*gga in his head and watch that n*gga turn to dust
They told me another opp died, I ain’t really give a f*ck
We got K's and Dracos, that's gon' leave yo' face swole
Chew that f*ck n*gga face, and we gon' get the case closed
Recognized him by his shoes, DOA for his soul
You want the beef b*tch we gon' cook it, you can get it by the load, huh
[Outro]
Man, what the f*ck?
I told you n*ggas I do this sh*t man
I don't know what the f*ck you n*ggas got goin' on
But I smoke a lot of dead n*ggas
And I'm not ducking sh*t n*gga
n*gga I'm still in this thing, I don't ride with his big ass, yeah (Huh)
Get a n*gga gon' out here
I don't play with no n*gga