NLE Choppa Beat Box – First Day Out

NLE Choppa Beat Box – First Day Out Lyrics Letra:
Brrt
Ayy (come here)
Walk ‘em down straight to the ground
We make sure that he don’t get up (damn E, this shit exclusive)
Call the reverend and his momma, tell ‘em, “Come and pick ‘em up” (come and pick ‘em up)
I’ma smack you with this forty, askin’, “Is my Glizzy tucked?” (Is my Glizzy tucked?)
Only like it sloppy, she gon’ beat box when she suckin’ me (come here, come here)
Told her, “Bring a friend, ” if she ever think about fuckin’ me
Touchin’ who, touchin’ me? To God, where your ass gon’ be (brrt)
Leave ‘em stuck and sent ‘em up like he fuckin’ with Cardi B (brrt, brrt, brrt)
Park the car before we hit the street, I’m hoppin’ out on feet (I’m better on my feet)
Get up close so I can see his teeth but I’ma keep it brief
Ask do he remember me, then introduced him to my heat (a meet and great)
Skrrt off the block, you followin’ this car, your whip be cream cheese (come here, brrt)
Ain’t no bush to beat around, you not duckin’ no hunnid rounds
Whole hood been down for the count ‘cause we just beat it down (‘cause we just beat it down)
Ain’t gotta spin back around because my target hit the ground (my target hit the ground)
Crossed that line, you out of bounds
They gon’ find you up in the crowd
Nappy-ass dreadlocks, black Forces, black socks (ay, ay)
Make the Draco pop, it’s louder than a boombox (brrt, brrt, brrt)
Shoutout to OVO, this Drake can make your bed rock (can make your bed rock)
We beat them four and O, just check the score, it say a lot, ay (ay, check the score, bitch)
I’m in Miami, she givin’ me head on Ocean Drive while her nigga outside
Sucked me so good, I thought that I died
But when I nutted, I had came back alive
Skeet on her face, it got in her eyes
Now she tellin’ me she legally blind (legally blind)
Gave her a towel and told her she fine
She kept suckin’ ‘til she started cryin’ (come here)
Point ‘em out, shoot ‘em out, I spot ‘em, I got ‘em (come here, come here)
He started runnin’, so I caught ‘em (ay, ay)
Bag on his head, I bought ‘em (ay)
Told my shooter do everything that I taught ‘em (ay)
Let me know if it’s a problem
Like a schoolboy, I be super quick to solve it (super quick to solve it)
Thinkin’ my shooter retarded
He take a pill and then snort it right off of his .40
Snort it right off of his gun
Shot a hunnid, then paid a hunnid for his bond
Send a diss, I won’t respond (never)
Slam dunk a nigga like a nigga was LeBron (come here)
Leave a nigga where he stay
Same place that I met him, I made ‘em late (come here, come here)
Let a nigga come and play
He gon’ tell his momma, “Plan the funeral date” (brrt, brrt, brrt, brrt, brrt)
I got the power like Nelson Mandela
You need a umbrella whenever I spray (whenever I spray)
Leave him shitty like Nutella
He gon’ need a Pamper if he survive this K
Me and my niggas, we down for whatever
We step on whoever in retro Js (retro Js)
Bullets stickin’ like a throw in, call and bail ‘em
Make him Cinderella if he betray (if he betray)
Bitch, ay
Walk ‘em down straight to the ground
We make sure that he don’t get up (Damn E, this shit exclusive)
Call the reverend and his momma, tell ‘em, “Come and pick ‘em up”
I’ma smack you with this forty, askin’, “Is my Glizzy tucked? ” (Glizzy tucked)

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