First Week Out Freestyle by TRB Remi Lyrics
I just went got me a Glock
Know that bitch came with extensions
We ain’t gunna have no problems
Just keep my name out your mentions
I just came home on parole
Still keep a gun even fresh out of prison
When I was stuck down that road
Ain’t no one send me no letters ain’t give me no visits
No that I’m finally home
Everyone dapping me up tryna be my mans
I don’t really want no friends
I just wanna run my sack up and count my bands
Had to come up with a plan
The problem I’m having right now how to make the shit happen
Lotta y’all broke that’s crazy
How you ain’t got no money but you say you trapping
Keep that bitch I don’t want her
I cannot fuck with the hoe cuz your boy got standards
They keep saying what my girl did
Man I just did 2 calendars
How come you ain’t send no money?
You ain’t drop off not a dime you can ask my bunkie
You ain’t even pick up the phone
Even when I got free calls from GTL on Mondays
But they ain’t as real as they say they is
But they do know how to play the role
Up on Jpay messages I done seen the papers boy I know you told
Ain’t really shit to get them exposed
Imma keep it quiet till I came home
Long talks on them pay phone
They the only one that’s picking up
We gone kick in the door we gone stick em up
I don’t care what he got he best give it up
I been mixing the Henny with 7up
Man my pants getting heavy can’t lift me up
You can’t be what I am you ain’t did enough
I’m a different type I’m a different cut
It’s the same night with a different cup
I need a bitch with the biggest butt
I need a pole with the biggest drum
I was locked down 23 and 1
I was watching my life go by in a cell
But my bro rode it out we done went threw hell
Plug was sending them packs get em in the mail
40 cents for a Xanax
We ain’t saying shit free my bro Flex
But my name holding weight like a Bowflex
Making plays off a burner leave no texts
I been up for 2 days without no rest
Fuck it off on these hoes it make no sense
How he keep talking bout all of the shit that he did but ain’t got shit to back it
And when bro and then wanna load up take a trip outta state I was in my room packing
N I’m known for keeping that pole on my waist
And keeping that chop in the mattress
But before I come shoot it I’ll gladly come give him these hands if he wanna come catch it
Made a couple of bands in a week
So it ain’t gunna hurt if I smoke up the extras
We be off inna club, fuck up a dub
Now all these hoes was sext us
It’s my first week out
Man they fucked up when they let me out
Caught my case damn near maxed me out
Free all my guys in the cage right now
But the jokes on you
How he your mans n he told on you
Keep that bitch me n her old news
He want a pack team him come and get 2
I get a pack get it gone by noon
Need 33 for the both of em
Got out my lil bro let me hold some
I just did 2 straight got no loving
I just did 2 straight this my homecoming
I just did 2 straight this my homecoming
I just did 2 straight
Know that bitch came with extensions
We ain’t gunna have no problems
Just keep my name out your mentions
I just came home on parole
Still keep a gun even fresh out of prison
When I was stuck down that road
Ain’t no one send me no letters ain’t give me no visits
No that I’m finally home
Everyone dapping me up tryna be my mans
I don’t really want no friends
I just wanna run my sack up and count my bands
Had to come up with a plan
The problem I’m having right now how to make the shit happen
Lotta y’all broke that’s crazy
How you ain’t got no money but you say you trapping
Keep that bitch I don’t want her
I cannot fuck with the hoe cuz your boy got standards
They keep saying what my girl did
Man I just did 2 calendars
How come you ain’t send no money?
You ain’t drop off not a dime you can ask my bunkie
You ain’t even pick up the phone
Even when I got free calls from GTL on Mondays
But they ain’t as real as they say they is
But they do know how to play the role
Up on Jpay messages I done seen the papers boy I know you told
Ain’t really shit to get them exposed
Imma keep it quiet till I came home
Long talks on them pay phone
They the only one that’s picking up
We gone kick in the door we gone stick em up
I don’t care what he got he best give it up
I been mixing the Henny with 7up
Man my pants getting heavy can’t lift me up
You can’t be what I am you ain’t did enough
I’m a different type I’m a different cut
It’s the same night with a different cup
I need a bitch with the biggest butt
I need a pole with the biggest drum
I was locked down 23 and 1
I was watching my life go by in a cell
But my bro rode it out we done went threw hell
Plug was sending them packs get em in the mail
40 cents for a Xanax
We ain’t saying shit free my bro Flex
But my name holding weight like a Bowflex
Making plays off a burner leave no texts
I been up for 2 days without no rest
Fuck it off on these hoes it make no sense
How he keep talking bout all of the shit that he did but ain’t got shit to back it
And when bro and then wanna load up take a trip outta state I was in my room packing
N I’m known for keeping that pole on my waist
And keeping that chop in the mattress
But before I come shoot it I’ll gladly come give him these hands if he wanna come catch it
Made a couple of bands in a week
So it ain’t gunna hurt if I smoke up the extras
We be off inna club, fuck up a dub
Now all these hoes was sext us
It’s my first week out
Man they fucked up when they let me out
Caught my case damn near maxed me out
Free all my guys in the cage right now
But the jokes on you
How he your mans n he told on you
Keep that bitch me n her old news
He want a pack team him come and get 2
I get a pack get it gone by noon
Need 33 for the both of em
Got out my lil bro let me hold some
I just did 2 straight got no loving
I just did 2 straight this my homecoming
I just did 2 straight this my homecoming
I just did 2 straight