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first day out the feds - cokilla lyrics

[intro]
it’s my first day out the feds
(ag with the fire)

[verse]
where i’m from, we gon’ stand on business, make it back to the block, celebrate when the opps die
we’ll get on your ass like a pair of new hanes when we in them cuts like peroxide
sneak diss on the ‘net, i put that on the set, b*tch, wherever we catch you, it’s shots fired
and this b*tch actin’ boujee, but really a groupie, so i’m ’bout to take her to popeyes
feds sn*tched me, you know i ain’t say sh*t
these lil’ n*ggas know who to play with
come to think, i’m the lil’ first n*gga in the hood with the drac’, i’m ain’t talkin’ ’bout j. prince
i was stuck in the cell with no visitor mail, when it come to a b*tch, she could kick rocks
lil’ smalls got the mac, if he aim at the crowd, bet they all gon’ dance like a tiktok
and i’m fresh out the feds, don’t sh*t stop
we been trappin’ the yam, got this b*tch hot
if i ain’t standin’ over stores or f*ckin’ with some hoes, i’m in traffic with the bros with like six glocks
you don’t wanna try me, trust me, my n*ggas be shootin’ like they play with them cameras
got the feds on my ass, they tryna book a n*gga like they know my manager
but i get out of dodge like a challenger
n*ggas know they gon’ die if they challenge us
free shorty, they know we was slammin’ stuff
if i point, bet my shorty gon’ blam you up
i go ludicrous if you disturb the peace
i’m a lunatic like i’m with murphy lee
steady scratchin’ ’cause i got these percs in me
waist sn*tched, ass fat, she got surgery
‘fore i leave out the house, i’m kissin’ my mama, my kids and i’m puttin’ that bl!cky on
and i’m smokin’ shondell, but this ain’t that tooka n*gga, this right here from 50 strong
[?] when it’s smoke, boy, let’s get it on
she gon’ do the whole gang off a fifth of ‘trón
tell ’em free, r.i.p., all my n*ggas gone
gotta do the whole gang if she bring it on
let’s go do us a hit, get a scat or two
ain’t no concert, we catch you, we clappin’ you
got some hoes on the block, they be packin’ too
for 600 i’m yellin’, “free makado”
yeah, i’m on that gang sh*t, man, f*ck who you came with
we’ll f*ck on your main b*tch, i’m with the same clique
h*ll nah, b*tch, i can’t switch and my b*tch know i ain’t sh*t
and i’m fresh out the feds, still slide on a n*gga like i ain’t did six straight
“you done lost your top in the o,” that’s cool, lil’ b*tch, wait ’til i drop a mixtape
i was eatin’ commissary, had the food, had the mattress and the [?] and the motherf*ckin’ fish steak
i was sellin’ k2, if you wanna shoot dice, that’s cool, n*gga, go and bet a six or eight
and i step on these n*ggas like a doormat
boy, i keep a few slides, just no kodak
’cause i’m really in the streets, but you know that
put a stop to a n*gga like a lojack
if you beefin’ with us, get a toe tag
back in 2013 i had promags
might pull up in a coupe, this b*tch so fast
boy, you just like your b*tch with your ho ass
don’t let us get the drop where your loc at
n*ggas know we pull up like we doordash
we ain’t sparin’ no opps, you get no pass
like some money in a fan, i blow cash
i ain’t smokin’ by myself, but i face these n*ggas
and i’m always on the yam with the apes and gorillas
might as well be racist ’cause i hate these n*ggas
‘fore i leave my opps, gotta take these with ’em
[outro]
man, y’all already know what time it is, man
i’m on my way back, man
free shorty, man
y’all already know how i’m comin’, man
we started [?]
free d. rose, free dudda
y’all know ain’t sh*t over with, man
we on our way back, man
they know they just gotta do that sh*t the right way, folks
ain’t no passin’ it up today, man, run that sh*t up

- cokilla lyrics

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