First Week Out

First week out, I’m stuck in Jacksonville and my ankle monitor keep beepin'
Don’t wanna be here, trying so hard to duck the streets but I can’t leave it
I’m in a Trackhawk, tint so dark
«Who that inside?» Nobody can see in
Can’t even ride with my fire, oh Lord, You won’t believe this
Back outside, I’m on G shit
I’m in the club, we watchin' 'em lookin' and shakin' and actin' like they seen
Jesus
I’m finna tweak, cut up the speakers
Who creepin' at me? I’m creepin' at Jeepers
I hope none of these niggas don’t try, I’ma send 'em to Jesus
They gon' need pallbearers and a preacher
Police watchin' me, cool
I see 'em trailin' me, they in a Kia (Kia)
I’m tired of this, my ankle monitor keep dyin'
Feel like my rivals is
Swing on all of them niggas in the park, we on some tryna-shit
Me and Wop, we could’ve been biker boys, we on some rider shit
I wonder, what I’ma rob today?
I just be tryin' shit
What flow? Boy, don’t slip (On God)
Mini, mini, micro Draco, match my shirt, it’s a designer stick
I think, my weakest ho badder than your finest bitch
I smoke expensive weed, I smoke all kinda shit
I just, I just, I just, left out the bank, I’m finna go buy shit
I been, spendin' Bibby bucks like it’s not shit (Go)
Niggas don’t like me, I know
My life high speed, I go
Which one of these bitches gettin' fucked today?
If it’s up to Wop, it’ll be your ho
Hut one, hut two, hut three, three
Fuck that, they count on me, I go
Spina like the ground shit (Shit)
Spina like the ground, bitch, I flow
Spina like green light
Spinabenz like a green light, I go
First, first, week, I did what y’all wanted, here y’all go
I come from the jungle, like I’m a lion
Bitch, I’m Simba, hear me roar
First, first, week, I, they been sleepin', I can hear them snore
I’m like a, I’m a car, vroom, vroom, look at me go
I wanna big, big, big and fly like Birdman, watch me soar
Stand on a curb, and tore 'em apart
They ready to talk, ready to talk, ready to talk, we ready for war
First week out, I’m stuck in Jacksonville and my ankle monitor keep beepin'
Don’t wanna be here, trying so hard to duck the streets but I can’t leave it
I’m in a Trackhawk, tint so dark
«Who that inside?» Nobody can see in
Can’t even ride with my fire, oh Lord, You won’t believe this
Back outside, I’m on G shit
I’m in the club, we watchin' 'em lookin' and shakin' and actin' like they seen
Jesus
I’m finna tweak, cut up the speakers
Who creepin' at me? I’m creepin' at Jeepers
I hope none of these niggas don’t try, I’ma send 'em to Jesus
They gon' need pallbearers and a preacher
I’m stuck in Jacksonville, my ankle monitor keep beepin' (Beepin')
Don’t wanna be here, trying so hard to duck the streets but I can’t leave it
I’m in a Trackhawk, tint so dark
«Who that inside?» Nobody can see in
Can’t even ride with my fire
Go