Letra de Day 1 - Hotboy Wes

(Feat. [])

Locked in a cell when I met my miss

(Elite got that heat)

Locked in a cell when I met my miss

(AP run that check, boy)

For real nigga

Eighth row, top, nigga (YOUNGJUICYCASH)

Maximum security, nigga

Final plug

Locked in a cell when I met my miss

I was down bad on my ass, I was distant

Ain't no pictures, I ain't have no letters

Couple months ago, I ain't have no cheddar

Shotgun house, ain't have no exit

Fresh out the county, I ain't have no weapon

Straight from the block, can't stop my blessings

Polestar coupe pull up in my section

How you call a nigga your day-one dog, wouldn't answer his calls, no commissary?

How you call a nigga your day-one dog, put a key in his back, got your partner buried?

How you call a nigga your day-one dog, when it's time for to spin, you ain't get in the car? (What?)

How you call a nigga your day-one dog, when it's time for to step, you ain't ready for war?

My brothers my brothers, my people my people, my opps my opps

If you beefin' with him and we beefin' with them, ain't no cliquin' up, you can get shot, yeah (At all)

Trappin' hard in my section (Section)

And the foreign car I can't spell correctly (Correctly)

At my mama house, it was hectic

Tapes in the VCR, watchin' Belly, yeah

They don't know about the pain young nigga had to conquer (Conquer)

Thuggin' in the bottom, stealin' dollars from my mama (From my mama)

Steady poppin' pills so I can deal with my conscience (With my conscience)

Every day, I'm thinkin' 'bout my youngin, he went under

Drop-top coupe, give a fuck about the forecast

Glock in my jeans, young nigga need no mask

We gon' bring the beef to his door like DoorDash

Can't stop now, I'ma grind, need more cash

I'm with the shooters

Ain't no recruitin', I'm with the same crew (400)

Bitches gon' change too, niggas gon' change too

Benjamin change blue (Bitch)

Bitches gon' change too, niggas gon' change too

Benjamin change blue

Don't let it change you

Don't let it change you

Young nigga trappin' out the breezeway

Turn a traffic stop to a speed chase

Trackhawk get lost, speed race

Keep a gun, out on bond in three states (Damn)

Can't catch me, SRT

Super unleaded my gasoline (Skrrt)

Used to jack off with that vaseline (Vaseline)

Locked up in that cell with a bag of beans (Bag of beans)

I'ma turn me a trap to a trampoline (Trap)

If I throw up a four, that's my faculty (Faculty)

If you reach for my throat, that's a casualty (Casualty)

In the trenches, I'm not where the rappers be

All I had was a Glock 19 and a bag full of rocks and an AT&T (Jugg)

Young nigga started from the bottom with his hands on a chop, now he trappin' out an Airbnb

These niggas flock, hollerin' 'bout they gon' rob 'em

When they see me on the scene, they don't even much speak (Nothin')

Signed a record deal, still trappin' in the street (Trap)

Real street nigga, get a bird for a fee

Locked in a cell when I met my miss

I was down bad on my ass, I was distant

Ain't no pictures, I ain't have no letters

Couple months ago, I ain't have no cheddar

Shotgun house, ain't have no exit

Fresh out the county, I ain't have no weapon

Straight from the block, can't stop my blessings

Polestar coupe pull up in my section (Skrrt, skrrt)

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