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first day out - ps hitsquad lyrics

[intro]
yeah
(scratch mixed it)
yeah, that hitsquad sh*t, that vietnarm sh*t
fresh out the seg’ with it
still winnin’, let me hear that [?] (still spinnin’)
ayy, celly still ****

[verse]
yeah, the problem’s back (oh sh*t), tell them n*ggas “stop the cap” (hitsquad, baby)
i was on a gangster’s holiday, took a flight straight from the trap
but f*ck all that, i’m back, i need them racks fillin’ up a duffle bag (yeah)
cali’ got me coughin’ bad (yeah), gyally wanna f*ck the gang (yeah)
still hsq, ain’t nuttin’ changed, if a n*gga disrespects then i’ma step (for real)
you know i’m on the way (steppa), free up all my n*ggas who never got away and then got a date (free ’em)
n*gga, i’m’ so big on loyalty, i don’t even cheat whеn i got a bae (uh*uh)
baby, i’m a bachelor though, i can’t take you on a datе (yeah)
i put my d*ck all in her mouth, tell that lil’ b*tch “eat up” (oh sh*t)
they just let a n*gga out, still i need a g lock (motion)
if you keep it in your house, i’ma have you tee’d up ‘cah i really need her (loaded, goated)
two seats from her feet up, g’d up in a double r (oh sh*t)
last time was a rolls royce, this time pop out in a big velar range rover (motors, vroom)
i was playin’ with weight, i made ’em wait but now the wait’s over (i’m back)
back for the game, i ain’t playin’ games, n*gga the game’s over (it’s a wrap)
still winnin’, yeah (oh sh*t), i’m still spinnin’, yeah (oh sh*t)
mix sg with the louis v’, i’m still spillin’, yeah (bro’nem)
gangster sh*t, if a n*gga play with me, we still* (braap, baap), throw up a v
vietnarm, i’m vietnamese, we still villains (pecknarm)
you can go ask **** (yeah), he got more than what he took (oh sh*t), i’m way too cold, i got him shook
[?], i brung the hook (the coldest)
might hit the moonwalk, how a n*gga step, better watch the foot (how i’m rollin’)
phone ringin’ two 4’s, if i ain’t the chef then i got ’em took (catch [?])
if it weren’t for google, that b*tch wouldn’t know my real name (yeah)
i’m too real for a real name (yeah), i pioneered the drill age (woosh)
jump out, but i’m still great, pop out, they don’t feel safe (oh sh*t)
anything, anyway (yeah), i can’t even feel pain (you know me, hitsquad, baby)
turn me up, give that b*tch a safe word, i’m on demon time (tryna slice it)
okay, i’m tryna go h*lla rounds, i’m back, i feel alive (oh sh*t)
tryna send h*lla rounds at h*lla guys, let me smoke this 3.5 (now i’m firin’ sticks)
no more “free ps” but it’s still “free the guys” (it’s my first day out, first day out)
yeah (yeah)
[outro]
ld, jungle, [?]
shemz, kweng, denz
free my shooters

- ps hitsquad lyrics

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