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letra de first day out - bossman spaz

[intro]
spaz
f-ck the peace, n-gga
only the 6’s (yeah, yeah)
ayy, we ride when n-ggas sleep, for sure
let’s go
ain’t no more, “free spaz,” n-gga (go)
ayy (go), the real spaz, n-gga (go)
spaz, spaz
let’s go (go), let’s go (go)

[verse]
big-ass glock and it came with a switch (switch)
n-gga dissin’ on marco, 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 draco, gettin’ tired of this n-gga
tell his big brother come slide for this n-gga
b-tch, i’m tryna sin and this sh-t on christian
you f-ck with the opps, you can die with them n-ggas
send my lil’ ho, get the drop on them n-ggas
just like a picture, i’m croppin’ a n-gga
i just came home from a two-year sеntence
i don’t give a f-ck, ain’t no stoppin’ mе, n-gga
slide on the north and drop me a n-gga
i’m droppin’ your sister if that lil’ ho with you
free lil drac ’cause when he get out i’ma slide with a fully and drop the lil’ n-gga (brrt, brrt, baow)
smoke dd, tre tre, ree
try to run off, i’ma cut off his legs
spaz tryin’ to put somethin’ to bed
opp ho tryna f-ck, so i’m thinkin’ ahead
hit her from the back, clutchin’ my lead
dissin’ on marco, consider him dead
tryna get some get back for my n-gga marco
if i catch trey, put the glock in his dreads
smoke big treyz, hold up, wait
do we still got some bullets for his brother dre?
smoke lamar, he smoke great
if he knew how to drive, he’d be here today
f-ck nine, i’ll go to his grave
take his ass out the ground, shoot the rest of his face (bah, bah)
smoke kj for the rest of the day
this a two-man pack, can’t forget about dre
smokin’ on melvin, jackboy too
who the f-ck did you jack? n-gga, jackboy who?
i’m talkin’ ’bout day, ain’t my work, but the p-ssy-ass boy got whacked at school
f-ck lil si, he a pack too
f-ck bda, that’s a rat-ass crew
cortez, he a b-tch, told ’em, “f-ck lil mar,” to his face, and the p-ssy boy still ain’t shoot (on matt)
where you n-ggas 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 sh-t run in my veins, i ain’t tryna be cool
he dissin’ mike, he must be a fool
wet his ass up like he jumped in the pool
try to run from the glock, it’s a switch on the back of this b-tch, hear the, “brrt,” knock him out of his shoes
we ’bout that action, tgk
opp ho try me and get shot in her face
i was just locked up, i was mia
f-ck that, i was locked in a whole ‘nother state
but now i’m back out, i got somethin’ to say
long live dj and my n-gga drilly
i was locked for some time, bro ‘nem was slidin’, why the opps keep lyin’? they ain’t got no brake
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 cl!ck, clack, aim, spray
shoot a n-gga all in his face
headshot for a n-gga, say, “edk” (ayy)
catch bodies for free, i ain’t gotta get paid
stick a f-ck n-gga up if he think we gon’ trade
lil’ rodney on go, tryna dig up a grave
let’s go (ayy)

- bossman spaz

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