Chief Keef – 2nd Day Out Lyrics
2nd Day Out Lyrics By Chief Keef
“Second Day Out Lyrics”
Chief Keef is here with another brand new tune titled “2nd Day Out” and we are happy to drop the lyrics to the song below.
Pu$$y kept on talking he got f**ked up
Big black Glock and a cup of purp
You already know I’m finna sipp some sizzurp
I’m back off in the kitchen working with the pa$$
Say you need a half of brick give me twelve-five
Fifty pounds of Gross several pounds of Midge
Tadoe just brought a pretty f**king fifty
My gun need a mag he happy then he mad
Someone leave real soon, so he send his a$$
Hop out of that van where I tote the mags
And if a niqqa try me Imma do his a$$
I’m counting up the paper in my office room
And I’m witch bit*h, please don’t make me spark the broom
Guns in every little cut, like a f**king savage
He’s with a SWAT team, come you gotta f**king have it
Man I’m tired of [?] I need a rocket launcher
You ain’t trynna criminate it, B!tch stop the camera
I used to drive the foreign through my backyard
Hit the dough and Imma blow you like a s3x car
Sosa back bit*h, yeah I’m back bit*h
Done his stuppid a$$, dirty a$$, black b*tch
This that new sh*t, the f**k the jail sh*t
F**k niqqa, no, that it ain’t no in my heritage
You on my sh*t list, you like a biscuit
Granny say if it ain’t broke don’t trynna fix it
I got a sick wrist, it cost like six-six
Zero zero zero niqqa, come and get this
I got a stupid swag please don’t touch my Louis bag
Pull up on me niqqa you gon’ make me do you bad
Bit*h my Louis bag, that bit*h Scoobie snacks
I need an elephant, giraffe and a coo coo cat
[Verse: 2] Bit*h I end my day ten…
Bit*h I end my day ten in the morning
You can sneak d!ss this B!tch still is going
We gon’ hit his block, pull up, hit the horn
I ain’t talking in the wip, this bit*h is blowing
Stick a s!lly niqqa now he’s sillicony
Granny what you doing? She say I’m wiping corners
I just bough a chopper bit*h just to shake the store
Pull up to [?] him and shake the dorm
Say you can’t stand me pu$$y take the seat
Call the McDonalds ‘cuz he faking beef
Hit the back block and then take the street
Piss on his grave I got to take a lead
Standing on the curb and I’m flaming dope
Seventeen years old I was strangling hoes
Had to grow up and make a bankroll
.40 get to singing, she gon’ take your soul
My auntie need some strips, sister need a crib
Told her tie your shoes lil’ baby and don’t even trip
I hopped up in that truck with a double cup
And it can’t spill I make that bit*h buckle up
I count up bodies as they f**king drop
Niqqa think he had them streets we had to break his law
He got a hot fame we got to shave his [?]
Car so loud Vroom Vroom, I wake the block
Four portions out elevens, it’s like eight b*tches
It’s a horse on the seat they trynna take pictures
And these pu$$y niqqas scared you know I hate chickens
He didn’t call it domestic it’s the state business
Make them see the light in this bright white
Young boy brown as sh*t but my ice white
They spying on the spot with fvcking drons
Tell them helicopters get the f**king on
Baby I’m lowkey if I’m f**king you
I can f**king don’t say sh*t this what I do
Smoke them like a Kay like my cousin Ku
Bullets popping out like a f**king Boo
[Outro] Ayy, ayy, ayy, yeah
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Second Day out! Ayy!
Second Day out! Ayy Ayy!
Second Day out!
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