CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : One
Let's talk bout' it
I'm finna jump in the whip and then hop out it
He get some money, now he think he somebody
That's what the hatin' a** n***as say bout' me
Knock off his cap, I'ma keep it a hunnid'
It's the origin, b*t*h, this is starting this summer
All my diamonds, they cost me a arm and a lung
It's a 3 and a 2 but, b*t*h I am the 1
They say I'm getting fat, it's the lean in my gut
Bet a XD-45 put that boy in a choke
I'm off the gas, and it smell like a Skunk
And that n***a is a** throw that sh*t in the dump
If I shoot at his feet then that boy better jump
And no l ain't missing a headshot
N***a I got a shooter in Dallas, he throwing you off I ain't talking bout Prescott
(Yeah, uhm, we finna uh, we finna, damn)
We finna run in your crib it's the motive
N***a I got your b*t*h in the back, choking
He said I'm broke, man, he gotta be, joking
Had to touch all my diamonds
I know that sh*t soaking
I'm getting bands every day it's my payday
How I cut that hoe off he would think I'm a melee
Play with the money them racks had a playdate
Active shooter in this b*t*h its a mayday
That n***a got hit with a whole semi-auto
They cloning, see me do some sh*t and they follow
I pop a perky like Demi Lovato
1500 we all in the mix no apallo
If that boy want a problem, then we finna solve it
He not in my column, he not in my bracket
I got a new tennis chain like a racket
G-Glock got a flash and a beam for attachments
I hate it
They said that they proud of me, that sh*t belated
They said that they day ones, but they never portrayed it
Now they coming back, once they see that I made it
Nah, where you was at when I was broke
When they all hated me you ain't never, had hope
Now I'm on so I know that b*t*h gotta, feel dumb
It's a 3 and a 2 but, b*t*h I am the 1
I'm finna jump in the whip and then hop out it
He get some money, now he think he somebody
That's what the hatin' a** n***as say bout' me
Knock off his cap, I'ma keep it a hunnid'
It's the origin, b*t*h, this is starting this summer
All my diamonds, they cost me a arm and a lung
It's a 3 and a 2 but, b*t*h I am the 1
They say I'm getting fat, it's the lean in my gut
Bet a XD-45 put that boy in a choke
I'm off the gas, and it smell like a Skunk
And that n***a is a** throw that sh*t in the dump
If I shoot at his feet then that boy better jump
And no l ain't missing a headshot
N***a I got a shooter in Dallas, he throwing you off I ain't talking bout Prescott
(Yeah, uhm, we finna uh, we finna, damn)
We finna run in your crib it's the motive
N***a I got your b*t*h in the back, choking
He said I'm broke, man, he gotta be, joking
Had to touch all my diamonds
I know that sh*t soaking
I'm getting bands every day it's my payday
How I cut that hoe off he would think I'm a melee
Play with the money them racks had a playdate
Active shooter in this b*t*h its a mayday
That n***a got hit with a whole semi-auto
They cloning, see me do some sh*t and they follow
I pop a perky like Demi Lovato
1500 we all in the mix no apallo
If that boy want a problem, then we finna solve it
He not in my column, he not in my bracket
I got a new tennis chain like a racket
G-Glock got a flash and a beam for attachments
I hate it
They said that they proud of me, that sh*t belated
They said that they day ones, but they never portrayed it
Now they coming back, once they see that I made it
Nah, where you was at when I was broke
When they all hated me you ain't never, had hope
Now I'm on so I know that b*t*h gotta, feel dumb
It's a 3 and a 2 but, b*t*h I am the 1
