33 Bars / Free J Money (First Day Out)

[Intro]
Let me talk my
Let me talk my shit, just came off a hit
I don't give two shits (Ayy, TMusik)
Let me talk my shit
Pow, pow, pow, pow (DT Beatz)

[Verse]
Let me talk my shit, just came off a hit
I don't give two shits
She wearin' them tight, she slim and thick
I did five years, I'm tryna hit (Bitch)
Look at my wrist, it's lit as shit
His watch is fake, it looks like shit
I got my clips stuffed in my blick
It's stickin' out, it's thick as shit (Gang)
Got raw, hard, soft, white, Fetty Wap, pure keif (Woo, woo, woo, woo)
Weed, rock, molly, Perc'
Knock on the trap, whoever come first
I'm the boss, it's freelance work
He ain't got no name, what happened at birth? (What the fuck?)
He was a human, but now he a shirt
We turn opp into some merch (Pow, pow)
Uh? Like what's the time, okay, let me check my Rolex
And why the fuck would I call you Rolex? Nigga, you ain't got no Rolex
And why the fuck would I call you OG? Nigga, we all got honeys
And why the fuck would I call you a killer? Nigga, you ain't got no bodies
And I ain't gonna lie, my shoes Balenci', but I ain't Illuminati
I'm rollin' up them two lil' niggas that was leavin' the party (Jway)
But they got hit in the lobby (Sealand)
Her shirt is Abercrombie (Blow)
I told that bitch, "Get off me" (Stupid)
You broke as fuck, you out of luck (Uh)
I got that load, put it in the trunk (Huh)
We hit him in his head, his body was stuck (Pow, pow, pow, pow, pow)
They took him to the hospital in a rush
His Lamb' chop broke, got hit in his gut
But he woke up, so he was fucked
'Cause we came back, we got him touched
We spinnin' back, it's forever up, like, "What the fuck?" (Pow, pow, pow)