笨小笨Day 1歌词由Hotboy Wes演唱，出自专辑《Left For Dead， Vol.1》，下面是《Day 1》完整版歌词！
Day 1歌词完整版
Day 1 (Explicit) - Hotboy Wes
Lyrics by：Alex Peshkov Nikolaevich/Alex Pinette/Edgar Ruiz/Wesley Lewis
Locked in a cell when I met my miss
I was down bad on my a*s I was different
I ain't no prisoner I ain't had no letter
Couldn't lay stone ain't had no cheddar
Shotgun hollows ain't had no exit
Fresh outta county I ain't had no whip
Straight from the block can't stop my blitz
Polestar coupe pullin' up in my section
How you call a n***a your day one dollar one
But ever since you caught no commissary
How you call a n***a your day one dollar one
Put a key in his back got your partner buried
How you call a n***a your day one dollar one
Time for this bin you ain't get in the car
How you call a n***a your day one dollar one
Time for a stimmie and he ready for war
My brothers my brothers my people my people
My opps are my opps
If you beefin' with him and we beefin' with them
And they're clickin' up you can get shot
Trap out hard in my section
In the foreign car came back corrected
At my mama house it was hectic
Tapes in the VCR watchin' Billy
They don't know about the pain young n***a had to cope
Thuggin' in the bottom stealin' dollars from my mama
Steady poppin' pills so I can deal with my conscious
Every day I'm thinkin' 'bout my youngin' he went under
Drop top coupe give a f**k about the four kill ya
Glock in my jeans young n***a need no man
We're gonna bring the beef to the door like DoorDash
Can't stop lie I'ma grind need mo' cash
I'm with the shooters ain't no recrutin'
I'm with the same crew
B***hes gon' change too n***a gon' change too
Benjamin change blue
B***hes gon' change too n***a gon' change too
Benjamin change blue
Don't let it change you
Don't let it change you
Young n***a trappin' out the breezeway
Turned the traffic stop into a speed chase
Trackhawk get lost speed race
Keep a gunner out up on in three states
Can't catch me SRT
Super lead in my gasoline
You can check out with that vaseline
Locked up in that cell with a bag of beans
I'ma turn me a trap to a trampoline
If I throw up a four that's my faculty
If you reach for my throat that's a casualty
In these trenches I'm not what a rapper be
All I had was a Glock 19 and a bag full of rocks and an AT&T
Young n***a started from the bottom with his
Hands on a chopper now he choppin' out an Airbnb
These n***a flock hollerin' 'bout how they gonna 'rob em
When they see me on the scene they don't need much speed
Signed a record deal still trappin' this street
Real street n***a get a brickfor a fee
Locked in a cell when I met my miss
I was down bad on my a*s I was different
I ain't no prisoner I ain't had no letter
Couldn't lay stone ain't had no cheddar
Shotgun hollows ain't had no exit
Fresh outta county I ain't had no whip
Straight from the block can't stop my blitz
Polestar coupe pullin' up in my section
