JT First Day Out

When I was countin' down

These b**ches counted me out

Now I'm back

I got 'em shocked

These b**ches droppin' they mouth

Lil' runaway

My friend mama helped me out

I don't give a f**k about no bed

I'll sleep on the couch

Now I'm up

But I can write a book

About the rainy days

I don't gotta throw shade to get a fanbase

I been a real bi**h way

Before the fed case

Yung miami held me down

That's a b**ch ace

And if a b**ch try her

It's a cold case

Get yo' a** snatched up

Like my new waist

Pulled in and out of

Prison like a drive-thru

Audemars waiting' on me

Cause the time flew

I went from boots to khakis

To louis tennis shoes

Sendin' press to my people

Sittin' in the shoe

The blogs they made me mad

They made me motivated

Yeah I left the chain gang

B**ch I graduated

Been the most important b**ch

Yeah I'm celebrated

Lil' baldhead b**ch

Still the most hated

B**ch I'm right on time

For the season change

Y'all h**s real salty b**ch

It's seasons change

Might make my side n**ga cop me a range

And put it up for my b**ch

She got the best brain

Pull up by myself

Miss pearly don't need no army b**ch

I ain't got no love for these n**gas

I ain't ronnie b**ch

Embarrass a b**ch on stage

I'm on some maury s**t

Any b**ch in my way

You gon' be sorry b**ch

I wish I would let one of

You h**s try me

I'll be back in khakis

Blue shoes walking' through r&d

How y'all gon' end city girls

When y'all ain't half of me

Don't play with yung miami hoe

That's the other half of me

Had the whole world waiting' on me

Like I'm a virgin

So it's time to pop this cherry

Get this pu**y workin'

New rolls royce

In the back it was a birkin

Now that city girls s**t b**ch

That's for certain

This was my first day out

I ain't wait a day

Ate that time up like it's cake

Jt anna mae

Two bad b**ches

And they kissin' in the wraith

Kissin'- kissin' in the wraith

Kissin'- kissin' in the wraith

Went in the same day drake dropped

In my feelings

I was in prison on my bunk

Really in my feelings

Now I'm back to the millions

B**ches in they feelings

I was in grays playing spades

Miami making children

But we ain't killin' blessings

Just to please the public

So when y'all say

City girls over

Just change the subject

Y'all h**s always bringing up old s**t

Go get a sugar daddy

Suck a old d*ck

B**ches get exposed everyday

But I'm from dade

I'ma do it anyway

If I wasn't who I was

They wouldn't f**k with me

But I am who I am

And y'all can't f**k with me

Went platinum on my bunk

Sis can't come for me

Like a ten-minute move

You better run for me

I did my time like a g

Man motherf**k the b-o-p

Man motherf**k l-p

I keep some fours

That'll match your I.d

Y'all h**s want smoke

Bring a match

Left prison with a pimple not a scratch

Point blank period

Won't see me back

Unless I'm pullin' up just to see max

Oh and one more thing before I go

How y'all gon say a made b**ch

Was pregnant from a c.o.

I don't f**k with cops or blockers

You b**ches slow

Stop with all the rumors

And tell your ni**a I'm home

And it's on

Period

You b**ches could never