Number 1

Gunning for number 1
Gunning for number 1
Where I'm from we get it done
Counting money in sun

Gunning for number 1
On my boss shit like I'm a Don
Snakes in the grass gotta mow the lawn
You acting strange nigga where you from
Where I'm from we get it done
Counting money in the sun
Niggas dance with them drums
Hear the bands when they come
Bout to go dumb till I go numb
Fuck the world till I cum
Birth a rapper he my son
I'm riding shotgun
Going for a long run
I don't stop till it's done
Man this ain't no hit and run

Ima take off
Brush em off and shake the hate off
They hating just like Adolf
Get that money Ima peel off
THC I break the seal off
Gotta a 10 to take the feel off
Way too faded I can't see y'all
Too sick check into the ER
Dropped a bag that's just on PR
Swipe that visa like a key card
Might take a trip to DR
Screaming Bird Gang it's BR
Ima go up and beyond
I'm that nigga like Mulan
I just do this shit for fun
I just do this shit because
Cause I can
Up on ya mans
I gotta burner he got a tan
He gotta bitch she gotta friend
Might just take em both France
I like how she dance shaking that ass
She a hoe I don't care bout her past
She a pro head of her class
Told her I want face no mask

Gunning for number 1
On my boss shit like I'm a Don
Snakes in the grass gotta mow the lawn
You acting strange nigga where you from
Where I'm from we get it done
Counting money in the sun
Niggas dance with them drums
Hear the bands when they come
Bout to go dumb till I go numb
Fuck the world till I cum
Birth a rapper he my son
I'm riding shotgun
Going for a long run
I don't stop till its done
Man this ain't no hit and run



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Writer(s): Tara Britt
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