2nd Day Out lyrics - Chief Keef

Starting off my day with a blunt stuffed

Pussy kept on talking he got fucked up

Big black Glock and a cup of purp

You already know I'm finna sip some sizzurp

I'm back off in the kitchen working with the pies

Say you need a half of brick, give me twelve-five

Fifty pounds of gross, several pounds of midget

Tadoe just brought a pretty fucking fifty

My gun need a mag, he happy then he mad

Someone leavin' real soon, so he send his ass

Hop out of that van with like two little mags

And if a nigga try me I'm 'a do his ass

I'm counting up the paper in my office room

And I'm witch, bitch, please don't make me spark the broom

Guns in every little cut, like a fucking savage

Hear the SWAT team, come you gotta fucking have it

Man I'm tired of buying jocks, I need a rocket launcher

You ain't tryna incriminate then bitch stop the camera

I used to drive the foreign through my backyard

Hit the dough and I'm 'a blow you like a Saks card

Sosa back bitch, yeah I'm back bitch

That little stupid ass, dirty ass, black bitch

This that new shit, that fuck the jail shit

Fuck nigga, no, that it ain't in my heritage

You on my shit list, you like a biscuit

Granny say if it ain't broke don't try to fix it

I got a sick wrist, it cost like six-six

Zero zero zero nigga, come and get this

I got a stupid swag, please don't touch my Louis bag

Pole on me nigga, you gon' make me do you bad

Bitch my Louis bag, that bitch Scooby snacks

I need an elephant, giraffe and a Cougar cat

Bitch I end my day ten...

Bitch I end my day ten in the morning

You can sneak diss this bitch still is going

We gon' hit his block, pull up, hit the horn

I ain't talking the whip bitch, this bitch is blowing

Stick a silly nigga now he's silicon

Granny what you doing? She say I'm whipping corn

I just bough a chopper bitch, it'll shake the storm

Pull up auditorium and shake the dorm

Saying you can't stand me, pussy take a seat

Call 'em McDonald's 'cause he faking beef

Hit the back block and then take the street

Piss on his grave, I got to take a leak

Standing on the curb and I'm flaming dope

Seventeen years old I was strangling hoes

Had to grow up and make a bankroll

.40 get to singing, she'll take your soul

My auntie need some strips, sister need a crib

Told her tie your shoes little baby and don't even trip

I hopped up in that truck with the double cup

And it can't spill, I make that bitch buckle up

I'm counting up bodies as they fucking drop

Nigga think he had them streets, we had to break his lock

He got a high fade, we had to shave his top

Car so loud vroom vroom, might wake the block

Four Porches, nine elevens, and like eight bitches

It's a horse on the seat, they tryna take pictures

And that pussy nigga scared, you know I hate chickens

He done caught a domestic, it's the state business

Make them see the light and it's bright white

Young boy brown as shit, but my ice white

They spying on the spot with them fucking drones

Tell them helicopters get the fucking on

Baby I'm low-key if I'm fucking you

I can fucking don't say shit this what I do

Smoke them like a kite like my cousin Ku

Bullets popping out like a fucking Boo

Ay, ay, ay, yeah

Phew, phew, phew

Phew, phew, phew

Phew, phew, phew

Second day out! Ay!

Second day out! Ay ay!

Second day out!

Phew, phew, phew

Phew, phew, phew

Phew, phew, phew

Phew, phew, phew

Phew, phew, phew

Phew