One Time

Swish
Yeah EPO peace boy

Go round there and say one time
Imma tug on my block
Man cut through countless times
You can get touched, chat shit and deny
How many man on your team been dipped like fries?
They say I can't lie but I gotta take risks and try
Man stepped with two young G's, that's Didz and Eyes

Man dump on beats and still take trips sometimes
If you slip on your block then we gotta make siblings cry
My team's that peak and beat off streets
Don't scream, we ain't searching right
Man creep on your block
Cah we step with with book on bikes get X in the big moonlight

Things and stuff get popped when doors get bussed
So more time we're searching right
And he ain't known in the bizz but chats 'bout the bitch like bright
Man you know that the ting's onsight
When he got dipped, he was walking dead like Dwight
The beef gets peak and it's been that way, no bright

Look
Bally on me, you're a blacked out T
I'm back, I'm swinging my arms in chief
Test my right hand, you know about beef
If you 'ear that kit, it's a violent sneeze

Look
Step back, no patience cah retaliation be applied as see
If you pop L's, what's poppin' my G?
Ain't no way man's squashin' the beef
Back up my shank and dug up your your last
I suggest you fall back
Slap that gauge in the dinga, my drilla been aiming at hats

Burst in small cah your squad is my favourite hobby
Man best step from the wap
Mind out where you steppin'
Hats gon' run then we burst off waps
This block back gets ringing
Still tryna burst off backs
Stuff them shells in the skeng, reverse it back at that batch
If you roll with your yat and you're buckin' the gang
Tell your bitch don't lack
We still rise up, tryna burst up hats
No point tryna deny your face in the vids
You can still get dipped in the back, don't lack

Shit the niners done it again
Two point two in the ding dong waze
The bitch shoulda cooked that skeng
This shit ain't done for the clout
Lowkey we properly ride, fuck them
They saw us crash and they dashed on ten
Ten toes on their flat
If you roll with their batch
Don't lack if you seen with them

Don't think 'cause I did mans rap that I'm feelin' the beat of the wap
Behind closed doors we're beatin' back
Fuck if you come out of jail, we bang them shells
Where your riders at?
Pull up and creep
We don't speak, we're the silent batch

Bitch boy fuck all your chit and your chat
We supply that blem, bell
Rise at them
Bruk down two's or we bruk down four's
We can pop at them
Fuck

Free up the guys in pen
We supply that blem, bell
Rise at them
Bruk down two's or we bruk down four's
We can pop at them
Fuck
Free up the guys in pen



Credits
Writer(s): Amish Dilipkumar Patel, Samuel Ahana, Daniel Richie Lena
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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