1v1

(Ooh shit, that's a Danny G beat)
Okay
Yeah, okay

Pull up on me, got this one scammer, you don't need credit
They won't check shit when I pull up Louis V steppin'
Pull up, cut into the lil' bitch, ain't doing C-section
I can make a twenty easy off of two or three debits
We'll crop you out with the chopper, do a clean edit
I be wondering why I take them L's, bitch, you need lessons
Winter 2017, I got so many free X's
High as hell on the road, I had to backtrack three exits

I need to DoorDash a pizza, let me call Tron
We in the studio blowed, bitch, we all fried
Catch you talking on the net'll get you [?]
RIP [?] ain't been the same since my dawg died
I got a condo out the way but you can't have the addy
I'm in this bitch getting cake, I ain't talking patty
Them three years on the bunk got me business savvy
Don't touch me if you see me out, bitch, you ain't gotta tap me
Ayy, or catch a bullet to your throat
Call you "red bottom", boy, yo blood dripping on the floor
If you tripping, let me know so I can trip with you
Young rich nigga but I got a big pistol
RIP Skinny, man, that boy was in a 9-11
But I ain't tripping 'cause he up there with the guys in Heaven
He sent some bullets in that work so he gon' die eventually
Now I think it's time for me to teach you boys a lesson

Turnt in and made 5K off of ten giffies
Catching plays, swinging sticks, bitch, I'm like Ken Griffey
Funny how she came in with you but she left with me
The opps got lil' money, this month I spent fifty
First class cool but I really want a private jet
Ball now, back then I had no pape' inside my Mexx
You gon' beat yo bitch ass if you look inside our texts
Made fifty in the same pair of Crocs and Nike Tech
Think it's time to run it up, I been jogging lately
Up now, if I was down, they wouldn't call yo baby
Strong shit, this some Turtle Pie, get high off eighthy
This is really what I do, that's why I talk so crazy

That's why I talk so lazy 'cause I be high as fuck
Exotic 'Wood, the Cookie blunt don't get me high enough
I'm in the store for Off-Whites, I'm tryna buy 'em up
Ayy, I watch the work jump back while it's drying up
I'm out in public, see me out with a killer or two
Get to shooting, bullets open the middle of you
Ayy, choppa busting, no telling what it'll do
Ayy, contemplating in my head which bitch I'ma screw

Burning off rubber while I drift, tripping in the coupe
Bro still quick with the stick, sipping on the juice
Course I'ma shoot, I don't even dribble when I hoop
Pent house view, bitch, I'm doing business on the roof
Bitch, I'm with Bigg, ShittyBoyz with the BandGang
Knew she was easy, she was choosing off the Lab chain
Every time I do a scam I say that it's the last day
Every time I drop a check I say that it's the last bank