First Day Out (Freestyle) (Explicit) - Rundown Spaz
Composed by:Rundown Spaz
Long live G
**** the peace nigga
Only the E's
Yeah yeah
Ayy we ride when we sleep for sure
Let's go
Ain't no more "Free Spaz" nigga
Go
Ayy
Go
The real Spaz nigga
Go
Long live G long live G
Let's go
Go
Let's go
Go
Big a*s Glock and it came with a switch
Switch
Nigga dissin' on Mac get left in a ditch
Get left in a ditch
7.62 that'll go through the bricks
But I'm bustin' the Glock when I go on a hit
I'm smokin' on Ace gettin' tired of this nigga
Tell his big brother "Come slide for this nigga"
***** I'm tryna sin and this **** here on Christian
You **** with the opps you can die with them niggas
Send my lil' ho get the drop on them niggas
Just like a picture I'm croppin' a nigga
I just came home from a two-year-sentence
I don't give a **** ain't no stoppin' me nigga
Slide on the North and drop me a nigga
I'm droppin' yo' sister if that lil' ho with ya
Free Draco 'cause when he get out I'ma slide
With a fully and drop the lil' nigga
Brrt-brrt baow
Smoke D Clips Trap Red
Try to run off I'ma cut off his legs
Loady G tryin' to put somethin' to bed
Opp ho tryna **** so I'm thinkin' ahead
Hit her from the back clutchin' my led
Dissin' on Mac
Consider him dead
Tryna get some get back for my nigga Fat Fred
If I catch Tae Savage put the Glock in his dreads
Smoke Fat Trey hold up wait
Do we still got some bullets for his brother Tay Tay
Smoke 4 One he smoke great
If he knew how to drive he'll be here today
**** Nino I'll go to his grave
Take his a*s out the ground shoot the rest of his face
Bah bah
Smoke KT for the rest of the day
This a two-man pack can't forget about Dre
Smokin' on Melvin Jackboy too
Who the **** did you Jack
Nigga Jackboy who
I'm talkin' 'bout Daylin ain't my work
But the p***y-a*s boy got whacked at school
**** Lil Siah he a pack too
**** HOG that's a rat-a*s crew
Cortez he a ***** told 'em "**** Lil Mark" to his face
And the p***y boy still ain't shoot
On Matt
Where you niggas at
What is the move
Smoke dude and dude I ain't got nothin' to prove
Never go snitch that's the number one rule
This **** run in my veins I ain't tryna be cool
He dissin' Lamar he must be a fool
Wet his a*s up like he jumped in the pool
Tried to run from the Glock
There's a switch on the back of this *****
Hear the "Brrt" knock him out of his shoes
We 'bout that action BTA
Opp ho try me and get shot in her face
I was just locked up I was MIA
**** that I was locked up in a whole 'nother state
But now I'm back out I got somethin' to say
Long live Christian and my nigga BJ
I was locked for some time bro'nem was slidin'
Why the opps keep lyin' they ain't got no break
I'm chasin' this bread I ain't tryin' to debate
You dependin' on faith I depend on this Drac'
All you gotta do is click clack aim spray
Shoot a nigga all in his face
Headshot for a nigga that say "EBK"
Ayy
Catch bodies for free I ain't gotta get paid
Stick a **** nigga up if he think we gon' trade
Lil Rodney on go try to dig up a grave
Let's go
Ayy