NLE Choppa - Beat Box “First Day Out” (Official Music Video)

Walk him down straight to the ground, we make sure that he don't get up Call the Reverend and his mama, tell him, come and pick him up I'ma smack you with this fowdy, askin' is my glizzy tuck Only like it sloppy, she gon' beatbox when she suckin' me Told her, bring a friend, if she ever think about fuckin' me Touchin' who?

Touchin' me to God, where your ass gon' be?

Leave him stuck and send

Before we hit the street, I'm hoppin' out on feet Get up close so I can see his teeth, but I'ma keep it brief Asked if he remember me to introduce him to my heat Start off the block, you followin' this coyote, we'll be cream cheese Ain't no bush to beat around, you not duckin' a hundred rounds Whole hood been down for the count, cause we just beat it down Ain't gotta spin back around, because my target hit the ground Cross that line, you out of bounds, they gon' find you up in the crowd Nappy ass dreadlocks, black sports

I'm in Miami, she givin' me head on ocean drive While that nigga outside sucked me so good I thought that I died But when I nutted, I had come back alive Skid on her face, it got in her eyes Now she tellin' me she legally blind Gave her a towel and told her she fine She kept suckin' till she started cryin' Point him out, shoot him out I spotted him, I got him He started runnin', so I caught him Bag on his head, I bought him Told my shooter, do everything that I taught him Let me know if there's a problem Like a schoolboy, I be super quick to solve it Thinkin' my shooter retarded, he take a pill

Then snorted right off his father, snorted right off his gun Shot a hunnid, then paid a hunnid for a bun Sendin' this, I won't respond Slam dunk a nigga like a nigga with LeBron Leave a nigga where he stay, same place that I met him, I made him late Let a nigga come and play, he gon' tell his mama, playin' his funeral date I got the power like Nelson Mandela, you need a umbrella whenever I spray Leave him shittin' like Nutella, he gon' need a pepper if he survive this cake Me and my niggas, we down for whatever, we step on whoever in retro drapes Will it stick like a thorn, call it Bella, make him Cinderella if he betrayed Bitch

Aye, walk him down straight to the ground, we make sure that he don't get up.

Call the Revin and his mama, tell him come and pick him up.

I'ma smack you with this fowdy, askin' is my glizzy tuck.

Y'all good?

Y'all good?