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Al Chapo - Second Day Out Lyrics

[Intro]
( [?] You ain't talking bout Glocks you ain't talking bout nun [?] )
(Chapo)

[Verse]
30 deep gang, we pop out with them killas
You the man in the middle, you can't talk you too little
GF till I die when we riding too illegal
GF till I die, BL till I die
We ride on the block with that fye, I go grab a fye then we coming outside
Paranoid as the fuck, I keep looking through the blinds
Good fella 10 letter you know I'm gon slide
Nigga said he want smoke so pop out with 9
Babylife Ki pop out with that iron
We reroute the drank and we serve it like wine
Eat nigga faces but you know we not dining
Huh, Young nigga livin' that life
Do bitches bad make em start fuckin dikes
Tiger hunt nigga I just got some stripes
Young nigga fucked up I pour the whole pint
Think that I'm pussy I catch em on sight
Think he the shit then I'm fuckin his wife
Free baby slaughter he bang to the right
Fucked her head up just to fuck for 1 night
No stop and go catch his ass at that light
Sit yo ass down if you think I'm gone fight
First day out nigga don't play with my life
She asked do I love her I like what I like
Sock in a lock man you know it get Shiesty
Did him down bad cause he think he almighty
Took his ass off but I won't be no pilot
Top tier red bottom tip till nigga start riot
Shot 76. and I think I got tired
Know I get active don't think I'm no liar
BL pistol packing ion think they like fire
Keltec got him runnin he sing like the choir
Hoe I gotta go you keep fuckin up my timin
I Broke that hoe off while she kept doin all that whinin
That young nigga beat the case just john gotti
That nigga wanna play he got chopped like wassabi
I would fuck yo bit' but that hoe she got mileage
Playin with me knock em out just like rocky
Come on' you know this mob shit colossal
I had to be patient I ain't wanna be no doctor
These niggas don't play with BL they play possum
Left his ass bad I ain't talkin bout no schlossers
Black hollow tips in the beam look like coffee
I know a white bit' who gon go for some molly
Free sumo we don't tote no more shottys
Free King 30 we go body for body
In the Tahoe we whippin [?] like Miyagi
First day out fuckin shit up I ain't sorry (I ain't sorry)