Chief Keef – 2nd Day Out lyrics

Chief Keef – 2nd Day Out lyrics

Starting up my day with a blunt stuffed
P—- kept on talking he got f—– 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 pass
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—— 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 n—- try me Imma do his a–
I’m counting up the paper in my office room
And I’m witch b—-, please don’t make me spark the broom
Guns in every little cut, like a f—— savage
He’s with a SWAT team, come you gotta f—— have it
Man I’m tired of [?] I need a rocket launcher
You ain’t trynna criminate it, b—- stop the camera
I used to drive the foreign through my backyard
Hit the dough and Imma blow you like a s– car
Sosa back b—-, yeah I’m back b—-
Done his stuppid a–, dirty a–, black b—-
This that new s—, the f— the jail s—
F— n—-, no, that it ain’t no in my heritage
You on my s— list, you like a biscuit
Granny say [?] don’t trynna fix it
I got a sick wrist, it cost like six-six
Zero zero zero n—-, come and get this
I got a stupid swag please don’t touch my Louis bag
Pull up on me n—- you gon’ make me do you bad
B—- my Louis bag, that b—- Scoobie snacks
I need an elephant, giraffe and a coo coo cat

B—- I’m in my [?] in the morning
B—- I’m in my [?] in the morning
You can sneak diss this b—- still is going
We gon’ hit his block, pull up, hit the horn
I ain’t taking in the wip, this b—- is blowing
Stick a silly n—- now he’s sillicony
Granny what you doing? She say I’m wiping corners
I just bough a chopper b—- just to shake the store
Pull up at to [?] and shake the dorm
Say you can’t stand me p—- 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 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 out the truck with a double cup
And it can’t spill I make that b—- buckle up
I count up bodies as they f—— drop
N—- think he had them streets we had to break his law
He got a fat [?] we got to shave his [?]
Car so loud Vroom Vroom, I wake the block
Four portions of elevens, it’s like eight b——
It’s a horse on the seat they trynna take pictures
And these p—- n—– scared you know I hate chickens
He didn’t call domestic it’s the state business
Make them see the light in this bright white
Young boy brown as s— but my ice white
They spying on the spot with f—— drons
Tell them helicopters get the f—— on
Baby I’m lowkey if I’m f—— you
I can f—— [?] this is what I do
Smoke them like a [?] like my cousin Ku
Bullets popping out like a f—— Boo

Ayy, ayy, ayy, yeah
Phew, Phew, Phew
Phew, Phew, Phew
2nd Day out!
Phew, Phew, Phew
2nd Day out!
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Phew, Phew, Phew
Phew, Phew, Phew
Phew, Phew, Phew
Phew, Phew, Phew
Phew, Phew, Phew
Phew, Phew, Phew

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