Letra de First Day Out (Freestyle) Pt. 3 - Rundown Spaz

Loady G

Fuck the peace, nigga

Only the E's (Yeah, yeah)

Ayy, we ride when we sleep, for sure

Let's go

Ain't no more, "Free Spaz," nigga (Go)

Ayy (Go), the real Spaz, nigga (Go)

Loady G

Let's go (Go), let's go (Go)

Big ass Glock and it came with a switch (Switch)

Nigga dissin' on Mac 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 Ace, gettin' tired of this nigga

Tell his big brother, "Come slide for this nigga"

Bitch, I'm tryna sin, and this shit here on Christian

You fuck with the opps, you can die with them niggas

I know a bad lil light skin freak wit' some dreads

She came through and gave me some head

Stop playing like John John

Ain't had the hoes since we used to pull up with the pegs

Everybody with me we gon' jump in the fight

Used to go up the street, steal niggas bikes

Or get on Craigslist, go and take a niggas Nikes

Baby do power I turn off your lights

I come in peace but still got the heat

You touch fire get a T-Shirt, throw a ball in the air

You play with me it's goin' down in this bitch

Take your time, do your research

Yeah I'm a dog I don't care

I'ma treat a bitch the way she treat herself

That's exactly how I treat her

So if she like to suck dick I'ma let her get down

Then suck it 'till her motherfuckin' knees hurt

And I ain't the type to trick

But the least I can do if she suck my dick is probably feed her

A couple of them kids and that kind of bitch get straight to it

When I meet her shit it was what it is, let's do it

I'm in the club with the sip

Was ready to knock that lil mug off your wig

I fuck with my fans, they put food on my table

Get money and take all that love to my kids

I'm back on my bullshit in a righteous way

Got another gold plaque, it's a holiday

Here I go creepin' back in that door

Nigga I get in her I do em all kind of ways

Don't put me in no games, I ain't tryna play better

Beat that boy ass like my mama say open cases

I can't even speak on em, niggas try you and put the police on you

Walkin' his bitch cross the floor by the hair, should've put a lil leash on her

I pull up and back in that motherfuckin' phantom

It can't even fit I just keep rolling

Shit you can catch me up the street wit' it

I just leave her my scent and she sleep wit' it

He gon' lend every cent to the freak bitches

But I guess if you got it shit keep trickin'

I'm wit' that

Yeah, but I ain't wit' that

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