Second Day Out Lyrics

It's the second day out, but I'm really in' the Trenches, I ain't never lockin' with a

Glock, Play with Smith and Wesson, give it all up For a fuckin' piece of rock, yous a

Fuckin' crash, dummy stop, lurkin' with a Glock, in My hood, where I'm from, bitch, we're

Bringin' chops, caught him at the gas station, now I gotta pop, his momma really miss him

Yeah, they cop a lot, his daughter really distant, But her daddy in a box, yeah, I'm

Livin' life so crazy, when I shoot, I use the P-80, Ain't no lackin', God can save

Me, hit him up, yeah, KD pick a side, what you gon' Do to change your life, playin

With me, I can easily take your life, I can hit you With the switch, I can up it on

Your bitch, leave out no faces, now you can't talk Shit, internet boy, I'll shoot you out

Your crib, talkin' on the dead will surely get you Hit huh cause you a bitch, and

You niggas ain't on shit, all my killers really bout it, All I gotta say is, hit

They really crazy when they come to playin' with Them fuck sticks, hoppin' out a red light

Lightin' up his fuckin' whip, I ain't mean to hit his Bitch, but I rip, thru her shit, I

Shot her with a hundred clip, my nigga lo, robbin' Shit, my nigga Dom hittin' licks

My cousin really boomin' shit, I'm steady playin' With a blick, all you niggas ain't

On shit, I'm steady fuckin' killin' shit, I love my Fuckin' 50 clips, something like

Spaz, cause I dug his ass and wrecked his shit, upin All the hoodies, just in case

I see the one, up the fuckin' sheisty, up the fuckin' Gun, hit him in his face

With a fuckin' punt, I'm a gifted nigga, never finna Run, all them opps is bitches

Never on the gun, ayy, ayy, ayy, never on the gun, This the second day out, but I'm

Really in the trenches, I ain't never lackin' with a Glock, play with Smith & Wessons

Give it all up for a fuckin' piece of rock, use a Fuckin' crash dummy, stop lurkin

With a Glock gang