"Day 1" lyrics
Fuck, fuck
Fuck, fuck
Wake
Wake up on them drugs
Day one, I run up my funds
Tripped up, you know I got guns
Scam you for yo' shit, I won
Havin' pharmacy, X in stock
Fast Gang army, we havin' chops
I already know how that shit gon' go
Know how that shit gon' go
Trappin' in the hood 'cause them boys on the road
I got micro in my bag
Niggas be cappin', need to start flaggin'
Weavin' all the time, my gun gon' blast
I see through cap shit just like glass
Hit the bitch, fucked up her lash
Uncy keep takin' somethin', front LD somethin', nigga, he might be on crack
I got shooters robbin', they D1, whole gang leave that splat
All these fuckin' guns around, security ain't no fuckin' use
Public area, I can't smoke, I been geeked off my juice
Spent a couple thousand on my shoes
Do a money spread with the blues
Choppin' shit down like some food
Snap me up right here in the middle of the store
Nigga never seen a couple baddies on them boats
Bet me a dub, I won't get out
Bet me a dub, I won't run out the car
Really from the trench, but I turned to a star
I got a pile of fuckin' drugs, I get this shit off quick
Wake up on them drugs
Day one, I run up my funds
Tripped up, you know I got guns
Scam you for yo' shit, I won
Havin' pharmacy, X in stock
Fast Gang army, we havin' chops
Fuck, fuck
Wake
Wake up on them drugs
Day one, I run up my funds
Tripped up, you know I got guns
Scam you for yo' shit, I won
Havin' pharmacy, X in stock
Fast Gang army, we havin' chops
I already know how that shit gon' go
Know how that shit gon' go
Trappin' in the hood 'cause them boys on the road
I got micro in my bag
Niggas be cappin', need to start flaggin'
Weavin' all the time, my gun gon' blast
I see through cap shit just like glass
Hit the bitch, fucked up her lash
Uncy keep takin' somethin', front LD somethin', nigga, he might be on crack
I got shooters robbin', they D1, whole gang leave that splat
All these fuckin' guns around, security ain't no fuckin' use
Public area, I can't smoke, I been geeked off my juice
Spent a couple thousand on my shoes
Do a money spread with the blues
Choppin' shit down like some food
Snap me up right here in the middle of the store
Nigga never seen a couple baddies on them boats
Bet me a dub, I won't get out
Bet me a dub, I won't run out the car
Really from the trench, but I turned to a star
I got a pile of fuckin' drugs, I get this shit off quick
Wake up on them drugs
Day one, I run up my funds
Tripped up, you know I got guns
Scam you for yo' shit, I won
Havin' pharmacy, X in stock
Fast Gang army, we havin' chops
