Artist: Young Nudy Album: First Day Out (S) Song: First Day Out Typed by: AZ Lyrics (Nope) I ain't going back to jail nigga fuck 12 Tryna hold me down pussy yeah I paid bail Pussy nigga snitchin' so they tried to give me 12 (years) 12, Plus a mother fuckin' L Elbow, hell nah I got those Jugged a mothafucka for a elbow Caught his ass down bad right on Gresham Road Did his ass real bad right at the Texaco Then I split that shit off right on Bouldercrest Road Right there at the mother fuckin' Texaco Yeah... at the Texaco... at the Texaco Bitch I'm Bouldercrest shawty Gotta keep a 40 These niggas claim they bout it where's yo 40? Nudy got that 30 hanging out the end of yo 40 I ain't never seen you walking with that Glock 40 That 40 with that 30 with that extension is you with it? You know I like them 30's you can call me king extension And all my money stenchin' yea it take a long distance To try to touch a nigga like me is you tripping You must ain't got not heart Pussy nigga I ain't got no heart You must think you the one thought you was gon' pull my card You must got me fucked up aye boy do I look like your broad Mother fucker do I look like a dildo I ain't no toy I will do you down bad I will do you wrong You better stay in the child's play cause little boy you not grown I pull up to yo house yeah I'll take shit straight to yo home And you know I'm bout that Georgia shit yeah I'm takin off yo dome (Load up another one fuck that! We gon' spray all this shit up I don't give a fuck!) I hate these fake ass niggas (all that fake ass gangsta shit... pussy!) First of all... They wanna be a gangsta then they turn into a bitch They wanna be a shooter but they turn into a snitch They got money on my head but nigga I ain't scared of shit They claimed they tried to off me nigga I ain't dead yet Where the fuck the checks at Where the fuck yo shooters at Where the fuck them gangsters at that you talking bout Where the fuck them shooters that claim they pulled up at my house Well they won't pull up right now Still the same young nigga with that 30 hanging out Still the same young nigga that'll shoot yo mamas house Clock that mother fucker with a hundred round drum I don't give a fuck I'll spark that bitch up Have that bitch looking just like the Fourth of July 420 bitch smoke that blunt cause I stay high Nigga you not built like I You more like that mother fucker named T.I I'm more like Gucci pussy yea I love shooting Don't make me catch a body bitch at my slime Nudy I don't care bout bitches I just fuck all these groupies And treat them hoes like speds cause all these hoes stupid Nigga shoot at my van bitch I'm bussing back I ain't put 12 on no nigga ion know nothin bout that Nigga shoot my grandma house so bitch I'm bussin' back I ain't put 12 on no nigga ion know bout that Mama ain't raise no hoe Mama raised me a kick door Mama told me as a young nigga Better go get you some dough So first thing came to my head I need a Glock that hold 30 more Soon as I kicked my first door I found bout a brick or fuckin' more They ain't know I ain't know Shit, so fuck em They ain't gotta know If they ain't know, then we don't know neither Fuck all them mother fuckas All them mother fuckas telling First nigga talk gansta be the last nigga to go fuck with 12 Boy you's a bitch!