JT First Day Out

J.T., I-I'm ready for you to come home, man Okay, Pee I remember when you first, like, went off on us about making music We turned out made two whole, like, albums You know what I'm sayin' You done turned hoodrats into some superstars, man For real, hahahaha Verse: JT When I was countin' down, these bitches counted me out Yeah Now I'm back, I got 'em shocked, these bitches droppin' they mouth Mouth Lil' Runaway, my friend mama helped me out I don't give a fuck about no bed, I'll sleep on the couch Couch Now I'm up But I can write a book about the rainy days Facts I don't gotta throw shade to get a fanbase I been a real bitch way before the fed case Yeah Yung Miami held me down, that's a bitch ace Period And if a bitch try her, it's a cold case Get yo ass snatched up like my new waist Yeah Pulled in and out of prison like a drive-thru Audemars waitin' on me 'cause the time flew Ice I went from boots to khakis to Louis tennis shoes Sendin' prayers to my people sittin' in the SHU The blogs, they made me mad, they made me motivated Yeah, I left the chain gang, bitch, I graduated Been the most important bitch, yeah, I'm celebrated Yeah Lil' baldhead bitch, still the most hated Most hated Bitch, I'm right on time for the season change Yeah Y'all hoes real salty, bitch, it's seasons change Yeah Might make my side nigga cop me a Range And put it up for my bitch, she got the best brain Pull up by myself, Miss Pearly don't need no army, bitch Yeah I ain't got no love for these niggas, I ain't Ronnie, bitch Embarrass a bitch on stage, I'm on some Maury shit Any bitch in my way, you gon' be sorry, bitch I wish I would let one of you hoes try me I'll be back in khakis, blue shoes, walkin' through R&D How y'all gon' end City Girls when y'all ain't half of me Don't play with Yung Miami, ho, that's the other half of me Had the whole world waitin' on me like I'm a virgin So it's time to pop this cherry This cherry, get this pussy workin' Ayy New Rolls Royce, in the back it was a Birkin Now that City Girls shit, bitch, that's for certain Period This really my first day out, I ain't wait a day Ate that time up like it's cake, JT Anna Mae Two bad bitches 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 Facts Now I'm back to the millions, bitches in they feelings I was in grays playing spades, Miami making children But we ain't killin' blessings just to please the public Nah So when y'all say, City Girls over, just change the subject How you know Y'all hoes always bringing up old shit Damn Go get a sugar daddy, suck a old dick Get some old dick Bitches get exposed everyday But I'm from Dade, I'ma do it anyway I don't care If I wasn't who I was, they wouldn't fuck with me But I am who I am, and y'all can't fuck with me Yeah Went platinum on my bunk, sis can't come for me What's up Like a ten-minute move, you better run for me I did my time like a G Man, motherfuck the B-O-P Man, fuck the B-O-P Man, motherfuck L-P Fuck 'em I keep some fours that'll match your I.D Y'all hoes want smoke, bring a match Match, let's go Left prison with a pimple, not a scratch Scratch Point, blank, period, won't see me back Unless I'm pullin' up just to see Max Ow Oh, and one more thing before I go How y'all gon say a made bitch was pregnant from a C.O. I don't fuck with cops or blockers, you bitches slow Stop with all the rumors, and tell your nigga I'm home And it's on Period Outro: Yung Miami You bitches could never