One & Done (feat. Dre Hommy)

One of one
i'm a one of one
They don't understand where we coming from
These niggas ain't from where we coming from
I turned the bag into luggage then Khaled the commas turned one to another one
No time to go back and forth with these niggas they know if we slide its a one and done
Told that bitch you won't find you another one
I'm one of a kind i'm a one of one

I lost some family and I lost some homies these L's that I took got me going numb
Ran up some money and ran the numbers put my niggas on now we going dumb
Climbed from the bottom these ho's see we popping we going way up and they wanna Come
Getting that cake and they can't get a slice where was you when this shit was a bunch of Crumbs
Pockets was linted I had to go get it I did it I made a way
They wanna cut this shit short had to add the extended cause niggas wanna take away
I came from grinding outside with the shakers and movers and shooters don't play with Dre
Keep it real with these bitches they take it offensive I give them good D til they fade away
Turned to a savage
You walk around like you cut from that cloth send the shooters to soften your fabric
They hate the jewels that I drop got the autos and franks in the attic
I'm in a whole nother bracket
And that bitch on my side that's a bad jawn
Oh you niggas still broke that's a bad jawn

They don't understand where we coming from
These niggas ain't from where we coming from
I turned the bag into luggage then Khaled the commas turned one to another one
No time to go back and forth with these niggas they know if we slide its a one and done
Told that bitch you won't find you another one
I'm one of a kind i'm a one of one

You cant understand where i'm coming from
You cant understand where i'm coming from
You cant understand where i'm coming from
Youngin he come from the fucking slums
But you know he don't do one on one's
I give her hard dick and bubblegum
I run up a bag and another one
If he run up its a one and done
I was broke I had to make a way
Youngin run up with the fucking kay
I'm like Kobe with the fadeaway
He wont live to see another day
I'm just living going day by day
And my shooters yeah they shoot like Klay
I'm just tryna get all up in his bae
If he run up then I'm spraying the kay
Tell that boy that he better not play
Cause he can fucking die today



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Writer(s): Victor Pickens
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