On One

She checking my drip out
She like how I dip out
Foreigns to get round
The city I been lit
Compared to that nigga
I been rich
Leavin the stow wit like 10 fits
Thinking like damn am I Ben 10
Stepping out in my Christians
Chrome hearts
These prescription
Smoking on gas to get lifted
She loving my life
How i'm living
Damn it's a helluva feelin
When you winning
I'm winning
Damn it's a helluva felling
Just kno I been it
Yeah

You Buyin her birkins
You think she deserve it?
Why?
I just hit it that's my purpose
Don't text back on purpose
I'm
Too busy too determined
On the road I'm burning Woods
And I'm yearning for
The cash I'm earning.
I
Fell back now her heart burning
Leavin me wasn't worth it
Tried to replace me
It ain't working
Now my line don't ring
I'm splurging
Made a hundred calls
I curved them
That shit stopped making sense
Touch some grands
Then we can talk
Until then I'm gon ball
Hoes looking at the mall
Got her number I'm not gon call
Her
For about a month
If she reply I got her hooked
Got games I can teach the monks
Got range like Jamie foxx
Bhu$$ yeah that's my dawg
Just know that we gon ball
Yeaaa
Yeah
I know that we gon ball
No way that we can lose
Got a homie that keep a tool
Chop a nigga and then
He screwed
In the function me and my crew
When I Approached shawty
I already knew that

She checking my drip out
She like how I dip out
Foreigns to get round
The city I been lit
Compared to that nigga
I been rich
Leavin the stow wit like 10 fits
Thinking like damn am I Ben 10
Stepping out in my Christians
Chrome hearts
These prescription
Smoking on gas to get lifted
She loving my life
How i'm living
Damn its a helluva feeling
When you winning
I'm winning
Damn its a helluva fellin'
Just kno I been it
Yeah

My pockets big like Girbaud Jeans
Exotic pop
Mixed with the green
Mgp we need the whole thing
Shit lately I been sipping lean
Don't wanna talk
Wanna air it out
Boy you know if it's smoke
Ain't no Larry nah
And my bitch she the baddest
It's scary now
Boy this shit like a movie
I'm Harry Potter
Got a problem I line yo ass up
Not a barber
But I'm cutting up
How I feel
That's that shit ion discuss.
Getting money
Them
Hunnits I touch
Yea
Bitch wanna fuck
That's on god bro
She been my little slut
Speed the foreign
Ain't losing my touch
Sport mode up
On the gas fuck the clutch
These niggas sus
Get the bit
Yeah I load up the punch
I been eating this shit
Just like lunch
Got a problem
Then nigga it's up
That's no kizzy my tactics in tact
Thru so much
I been stabbed in my back
I'm tryna bounce back
Like shake weights
Bought a ton on my back
I'm still the same nigga
But you know shit change
I was forced to run it up
Crazy how they switched lanes
Trynna still come around
Know they can't come around
They might catch a big K
I'm stacking commas now



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Writer(s): Brendan Johnson
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