One In (feat. Rickster)
It's Red The Artist
One in the chamber ten in the clip
I'm on the scene thinking this is it
She sipping henny right straight thru the fifth
She tryna pour it up for the kid
She popped a xan I'm packing the weed
I'm stuffing hundreds all up in my jeans
Up in the foreign busting the piece
I got some shooters ready to squeeze
I got some shooters rolling with me
Just hit my line and bring 'em with me yeah
All of my bands is on me
Up in the foreign up in the streets yeah
I got a hole in my jeans
I'm on the grind ain't fucking with me yeah
All of my bands is on me
Just hit my line and bring 'em to me yeah
Just want the bag I'm signing the max
These niggas they mad cause I kill every track
My ex girl is sad cause she can't get me back
She said that I'll make it I look and I laugh
Know that I'm glowing up one day I'm blowing up
Bitches they notice us when we are pulling up
True colors show man I felt that that's energy
If you are mad then my nigga be mad at me
Remember the days when they kept on just doubting me
Feel like an athlete from how they are scouting me
I got the image I got the voice
Voice like an AK I'm making some noise
All of that fake shit you know I avoid
The Roses split up so I made up a choice
That I wouldn't give up keep pursuing this shit
Feel like I'm Jordan can't lose in this bitch
You see what I'm doing I keep on improving
I turned to a pro I'm just used to this this shit
I gotta be humble cause as we all know
If your ego is huge it may ruin some shit
Niggas don't know me but act like they know me
You don't even know what I been through and shit
She do what I say so on go like Diego
I'm blessed like a halo increasing the payroll
One in the chamber ten in the clip
I'm on the scene thinking this is it
She sipping henny right straight thru the fifth
She tryna pour it up for the kid
She popped a xan I'm packing the weed
I'm stuffing hundreds all up in my jeans
Up in the foreign busting the piece
I got some shooters ready to squeeze
I got some shooters rolling with me
Just hit my line and bring 'em with me yeah
All of my bands is on me
Up in the foreign up in the streets yeah
I got a hole in my jeans
I'm on the grind ain't fucking with me yeah
All of my bands is on me
Just hit my line and bring 'em to me yeah
Up in the foreign switching the lanes
You see the diamonds up in my chain
I got the benjis I got the cake
Nigga you phony you can't relate
I just been scheming up for the team
Counting the blue and you counting the green
I'm sipping henny and smoking the weed
I got the bread yeah I got the cheese
I got some shooters rolling with me Just hit my line and bring 'em with me yeah
All of my bands is on me
Up in the foreign up in the streets yeah
I got a hole in my jeans
I'm on the grind ain't fucking with me yeah
All of my bands is on me
Just hit my line and bring 'em to me yeah
One in the chamber ten in the clip
I'm on the scene thinking this is it
She sipping henny right straight thru the fifth
She tryna pour it up for the kid
She popped a xan I'm packing the weed
I'm stuffing hundreds all up in my jeans
Up in the foreign busting the piece
I got some shooters ready to squeeze
I got some shooters rolling with me
Just hit my line and bring 'em with me yeah
All of my bands is on me
Up in the foreign up in the streets yeah
I got a hole in my jeans
I'm on the grind ain't fucking with me yeah
All of my bands is on me
Just hit my line and bring 'em to me yeah
One in the chamber ten in the clip
I'm on the scene thinking this is it
She sipping henny right straight thru the fifth
She tryna pour it up for the kid
She popped a xan I'm packing the weed
I'm stuffing hundreds all up in my jeans
Up in the foreign busting the piece
I got some shooters ready to squeeze
I got some shooters rolling with me
Just hit my line and bring 'em with me yeah
All of my bands is on me
Up in the foreign up in the streets yeah
I got a hole in my jeans
I'm on the grind ain't fucking with me yeah
All of my bands is on me
Just hit my line and bring 'em to me yeah
Just want the bag I'm signing the max
These niggas they mad cause I kill every track
My ex girl is sad cause she can't get me back
She said that I'll make it I look and I laugh
Know that I'm glowing up one day I'm blowing up
Bitches they notice us when we are pulling up
True colors show man I felt that that's energy
If you are mad then my nigga be mad at me
Remember the days when they kept on just doubting me
Feel like an athlete from how they are scouting me
I got the image I got the voice
Voice like an AK I'm making some noise
All of that fake shit you know I avoid
The Roses split up so I made up a choice
That I wouldn't give up keep pursuing this shit
Feel like I'm Jordan can't lose in this bitch
You see what I'm doing I keep on improving
I turned to a pro I'm just used to this this shit
I gotta be humble cause as we all know
If your ego is huge it may ruin some shit
Niggas don't know me but act like they know me
You don't even know what I been through and shit
She do what I say so on go like Diego
I'm blessed like a halo increasing the payroll
One in the chamber ten in the clip
I'm on the scene thinking this is it
She sipping henny right straight thru the fifth
She tryna pour it up for the kid
She popped a xan I'm packing the weed
I'm stuffing hundreds all up in my jeans
Up in the foreign busting the piece
I got some shooters ready to squeeze
I got some shooters rolling with me
Just hit my line and bring 'em with me yeah
All of my bands is on me
Up in the foreign up in the streets yeah
I got a hole in my jeans
I'm on the grind ain't fucking with me yeah
All of my bands is on me
Just hit my line and bring 'em to me yeah
Up in the foreign switching the lanes
You see the diamonds up in my chain
I got the benjis I got the cake
Nigga you phony you can't relate
I just been scheming up for the team
Counting the blue and you counting the green
I'm sipping henny and smoking the weed
I got the bread yeah I got the cheese
I got some shooters rolling with me Just hit my line and bring 'em with me yeah
All of my bands is on me
Up in the foreign up in the streets yeah
I got a hole in my jeans
I'm on the grind ain't fucking with me yeah
All of my bands is on me
Just hit my line and bring 'em to me yeah
One in the chamber ten in the clip
I'm on the scene thinking this is it
She sipping henny right straight thru the fifth
She tryna pour it up for the kid
She popped a xan I'm packing the weed
I'm stuffing hundreds all up in my jeans
Up in the foreign busting the piece
I got some shooters ready to squeeze
I got some shooters rolling with me
Just hit my line and bring 'em with me yeah
All of my bands is on me
Up in the foreign up in the streets yeah
I got a hole in my jeans
I'm on the grind ain't fucking with me yeah
All of my bands is on me
Just hit my line and bring 'em to me yeah
Credits
Writer(s): Vaughn Stewart
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