Songtexte First Day Out - Jay Cinco

I might cop a cuban link today, I'm feelin' good
20 thousand, that's all profit, wish yo' nigga could
I got shot, ain't learn my lesson, right back in the hood
We posted outside with Drac's, I wish a nigga would
He diss me on a 'Gram, when I catch him he done
Nigga snake me for my bitch, but just watch how I come
Got a better one with the same name, I'ma double or nothin'
He fucked my bitch, he think he one up, that nigga a bum
Niggas pants be tight as shit, man, these niggas be sus
I'on see no competition, my nigga, it's just us
He said he paid 60 for that chain, that shit ain't adding up
You could lie to all these bitches, you ain't fooling us
Made a hunnid off of pro tools, nigga mad I ain't post you
Left my ex and got a badder one like I'm supposed to
Niggas cappin' 'bout CO signs, man, he don't even know you
He ain't seen a hunnid in a day, well nigga, I'ma have to show you
Couple niggas bitches tried to fuck me, I can't do that, I'm too real
I might fly his bitch to Mexico, I'm tryna kill
These niggas cappin' 'bout being gangsta, I was in a field
We was shootin' shit foreal, he ain't like that, let's be foreal
Niggas mention me in they mentions, I'm tryna... beef foreal
I'm tryna beef foreal, nigga
Last nigga diss my block, his block ain't seen that nigga still
Real shit, nigga
I might cop the Beamer the Rover or a Rarri
She act like she don't like me on a net, call me sayin' "Sorry"
Man, somebody come and get they daughter
Before I fuck her, can't deny, pussy like water
She just so freaky, she like a demon, I'on know what they taught her
I wish she a give a nigga the shit back that I bought her
She call me daddy when I'm fuckin', I'on know her father
I'll look right past the bitch even if I saw her
Bitches who I thought I couldn't fuck, now I could fuck 'em
Hunnid in a duffel, needed chip like Ruffles
Stuffed a hunnid, hunnids in my go yard like I'm Russel
Hunnid K and have 'em dead, I ain't move a muscle
At first you was tryna clear yo' name, I'on even know no more
I was tryna buy a crib inna A, I'on even wanna go no more
I tried to stop speaking on the dead, but they don't even show remorse
So we ain't gon' show remorse, set him up just send a whore
Every nigga I was genuine to turned out to be a backdoor
He think he rich, we'll kill him, turn his family back poor
Table turned, now his bitch want me, what you mad for?
Just know if you see yo' bitch with me just know her ass sore
Only thing that fold on me is my money when it fold
When it's cold, keep the Glock in my coat
If you want somebody gone in my city, let me know
My trigger finger itching, bullets like "Let me go"