Right There #FirstDayOut

Lyrics

[Hook] I'm on Largo road, nigga 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 motherfucking bear Get more ass than a motherfucking chair Since a kid, been a motherfucking player Load my Glock, then I say me a prayer [Verse 1] Largo road, turned that shit 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 bitch is my favorite Good pussy but no I cannot save it Allah is the only one that I'm praising In the psych ward, hell yeah a nigga crazy I was really on them jail yards with the murderers and the prisoners If you talking bout them real niggas, then I swear to God you gotta mention us My bitch said "Q da fool boy you gotta stop smoking on that angel dust" And I don't really fuck with no nigga but Smith and Wesson hell yea I trust No snitching, no statements, no lectures I smell pussy, hell yeah I'm bout to press him That draco, that's my pretty bitch, I'm bout to dress her In the trap, all we got is stoves, pots and them dressers Bitch 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, nigga 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 motherfucking bear Get more ass than a motherfucking chair Since a kid, been a motherfucking player Load my Glock, then I say me a prayer [Verse 2] If he faking nigga point him out Talk about guns, bitch I bring em out You talking too much, nigga 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 nigga dotted out He bout to spend a payment, nigga I doubt Dirty guns got that shit from the south Go Go I make them 223's bounce It's crazy what a nigga did off a ounce I want every dollar nigga I swear that shit counts Start catching bodies, then I learned how to count If I got the trap, I swear that I don't need shit Brown shit inside the bottle, nigga that ain't Brisk Not a key, not a pitcher, but I got a wrist Broad day light fuck it man let's take a risk Chain eight bricks, step on that work nigga A-town shit Beat a murder charge, cross that shit off my list Bust down the brick, then I bust down my wrist Being sneaky made a young nigga rich Go to H Town, guess his ass took a trip Two fingers in the air, make that shit twist Rich shooter but that boy never miss [Hook] I'm on Largo road, nigga 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 motherfucking bear Get more ass than a motherfucking chair Since a kid, been a motherfucking player Load my Glock, then I say me a prayer