No Introduction (First Day Out)

[Verse]
You know me, I don't need no introduction
In this bitch not for that paper
I'm a UFO, abduct a nigga bitch
I'm the dog, I might fuck around and hump a nigga bitch
We keep a dog, go in and bite and take a chunk off niggas' shit
Now, please listen
My whole gang on Tokyo, I'm off the supermarket
Deep pussy, boney bitch, built like a supermodel
In tenth grade, me and Lizzle had on that Superdry
And if you want beef, bullets here'll really supersize
You think you sliding on this block? That shit is suicidal
All these freak bitches in my trap, look like a bridal shower
I keep that heat, I keep them hoes, I ain't no firefighter
When my little brother touch that knife, he think he Micheal Myers
They was screaming, "Free Flock 'til he free"
A nigga home now, I need me a Hadid (GiGi)
Feel like the ambassador of Glizzy, but I ain't Shy or 3
My bitch been scared lately 'cause she ain't seen this side of me
You spent your re-up on them clothes, that shit ass backwards
I pick and choose the yellowbones, I think I'm Ash Ketchum
I like my chopper small and light, so the stock, I detach 'em
The shot you heard across the street wasn't nothin' but a distraction
7.62's guaranteed to make that body drop
As soon as his heart stop, that's when that body fall
I'm a 187 soldier, I talk that body talk
Put a half a gram on my hand, she lick that molly off
Fully automatic chopper, watch it get to chewing
All this kickback, it seem like I don't even know what I'm doing
I don't shoot baskets I shoot niggas, fuck a Patrick Ewing
Chocolate bitch, pussy fatter than a pair of Ewings
When I'm Jhi hungry, i'm at Hooters with them shooters
I'm glicking hard, so if you smart, you better keep your Ruger
This perky got me in my jam, feel like I'm hula hooping
We bring 'em hammers to your home, but this ain't home improvement
This Draco like a flamethrower, I call him Charizard
We call my nigga Ave the doc', he chop off body parts
FN Five-seveN, that's my bodyguard
And it's stuffed in these skinny jeans, they fitting tighter than a leotard
Big Flock, I'm a general, I ain't no Collin Powell
Remember when I ain't have shit just like a new arrival
I got your BM in my basement, and she kirking out
We specialize in torture, Ave, go get the curling iron
And bitch, your ass is way too loud, you need to simmer down
She making all this fucking noise, we might just kill her now
I really grew up in them prisons, I been in and out
Since I put dick up in his bitch, I just can't get it out
You heard them stories, now you see me in the flesh
Both of them dogs that's on my waist is F&S (John Wallin')
Better use your brain, you better not come down second left
'Cause it'll be seconds left before we see that lil' ghost float out your chest
The vest that's on my chest the same one worn by ATF
The mop I got don't clean shit up, it's just gon' make a mess
The wood that's all around this K is like a meeting desk
Barred, get a good look at his face before you meet with death
My youngins started out with hundreds, not no three-eighties
The type of shit that catch on fire and get you cremated
They loyal to me, but more loyal to the streets, baby
Don't play hard ball, that get your little brother G Baby-ed (Damn)

[Outro]
Man, they can't wake that nigga up, man
Say gon' get his lil' brother G Baby-ed, that mean he can't get up, man
That mean he gone, man
He clocked out, man
That mean a nigga motherfuckin' date came up
And it's time for him to go in the damn casket
With a suit on, a baggy wrinkled jawn
On the hood, on my mama
You know what I'm say? I'm joced though