33 Bars / Free J Money (First Day Out)

Let me talk my

Let me talk my shit, just came off a hit

I don't give two shits (Ayy, TMusik)

Let me talk my shit

Pow, pow, pow, pow (DT Beatz)

Let me talk my shit, just came off a hit

I don't give two shits

She wearin' them tight, she slim and thick

I did five years, I'm tryna hit (Bitch)

Look at my wrist, it's lit as shit

His watch is fake, it looks like shit

I got my clips stuffed in my blick

It's stickin' out, it's thick as shit (Gang)

Got raw, hard, soft, white, Fetty Wap, pure keif (Woo, woo, woo, woo)

Weed, rock, molly, Perc'

Knock on the trap, whoever come first

I'm the boss, it's freelance work

He ain't got no name, what happened at birth? (What the fuck?)

He was a human, but now he a shirt

We turn opp into some merch (Pow, pow)

Uh? Like what's the time, okay, let me check my Rolex

And why the fuck would I call you Rolex? ****, you ain't got no Rolex

And why the fuck would I call you OG? ****, we all got honeys

And why the fuck would I call you a killer? ****, you ain't got no bodies

And I ain't gonna lie, my shoes Balenci', but I ain't Illuminati

I'm rollin' up them two lil' **** that was leavin' the party (Jway)

But they got hit in the lobby (Sealand)

Her shirt is Abercrombie (Blow)

I told that bitch, "Get off me" (Stupid)

You broke as fuck, you out of luck (Uh)

I got that load, put it in the trunk (Huh)

We hit him in his head, his body was stuck (Pow, pow, pow, pow, pow)

They took him to the hospital in a rush

His Lamb' chop broke, got hit in his gut

But he woke up, so he was fucked

'Cause we came back, we got him touched

We spinnin' back, it's forever up, like, "What the fuck?" (Pow, pow, pow)