Right There #FirstDayOut lyrics

[Hook]
I'm on Largo road, n*gga right there
Don't pull up on the strip, meet me right there
You can look but baby please do not stare
Got them fishes like a motherf*cking bear
Get more ass than a motherf*cking chair
Since a kid, been a motherf*cking player
Load my Glock, then I say me a prayer

[Verse 1]
Largo road, turned that sh*t to Decatur
Come out the cut, just like a cicada
My choppa bakery yeah I got them flavors
Learned young that you can't do no favors
It's crazy cause your main b*tch is my favorite
Good pus*y but no I cannot save it
Allah is the only one that I'm praising
In the psych ward, hell yeah a n*gga crazy
I was really on them jail yards with the murderers and the prisoners
If you talking bout them real n*ggas, then I swear to God you gotta mention us
My b*tch said "Q da fool boy you gotta stop smoking on that angel dust"
And I don't really f*ck with no n*gga but Smith and Wesson hell yea I trust
No snitching, no statements, no lectures
I smell pus*y, hell yeah I'm bout to press him
That draco, that's my pretty b*tch, I'm bout to dress her
In the trap, all we got is stoves, pots and them dressers
b*tch I'm known to bring that pressure, I can't tote it if it ain't extra
I'm talking green grits and cheddar
Dropped out, trap taught me how to measure
[Hook]
I'm on Largo road, n*gga right there
Don't pull up on the strip, meet me right there
You can look but baby please do not stare
Got them fishes like a motherf*cking bear
Get more ass than a motherf*cking chair
Since a kid, been a motherf*cking player
Load my Glock, then I say me a prayer

[Verse 2]
If he faking n*gga point him out
Talk about guns, b*tch I bring em out
You talking too much, n*gga watch your mouth
If he got the bricks, I'm bout to watch his house
Still can't believe I trusted a mouse
But when I found out, that n*gga dotted out
He bout to spend a payment, n*gga I doubt
Dirty guns got that sh*t from the south
Go Go I make them 223's bounce
It's crazy what a n*gga did off a ounce
I want every dollar n*gga I swear that sh*t counts
Start catching bodies, then I learned how to count
If I got the trap, I swear that I don't need sh*t
Brown sh*t inside the bottle, n*gga that ain't Brisk
Not a key, not a pitcher, but I got a wrist
Broad day light f*ck it man let's take a risk
Chain eight bricks, step on that work n*gga A-town sh*t
Beat a murder charge, cross that sh*t off my list
Bust down the brick, then I bust down my wrist
Being sneaky made a young n*gga rich
Go to H Town, guess his ass took a trip
Two fingers in the air, make that sh*t twist
Rich shooter but that boy never miss
[Hook]
I'm on Largo road, n*gga right there
Don't pull up on the strip, meet me right there
You can look but baby please do not stare
Got them fishes like a motherf*cking bear
Get more ass than a motherf*cking chair
Since a kid, been a motherf*cking player
Load my Glock, then I say me a prayer