One Of A Kind
Ay its traze turn it up
Ay, me and my brother in the yo (Ina yo)
We flippin' pounds we shippin' dough
We sendin' rounds right at yo nose (Boh)
These niggas clowns these niggas hoes
These niggas steady gettin' exposed
Bitch we got choppas' on the floor (Floor)
We finna' let them niggas know (Thrrahh)
Ay, its only seven teners in this bitch
Put that on rodney i aint never switch
We steady slidin' round with bookoo sticks
Brodie grind the weed up
Bouta' smoke some dead opps in this bitch
Brodie roll the weed up
Gotta smoke nigga goin' through so much shit (Fuck)
But they dont even know bout' us (At all)
Ay, they dont eve know i got it tucked (Nah)
Ay, gotta' keep the pole on me (Boh)
Ay, if i catch a opp let it bust
Ay, the demons controllin' me (Damn)
All black we tinted up
Got glocks with fuckin' beams
We spin on opps and send em up (Thrrahh, thrrahhh)
Everybody know we steady fuckin' slidin' on em
For rodney ima die for em
They testify and lie on us
Them seven teners fuckin' different
They one of a kind homie
Them seven teners fuckin' different
Nobody cried for me
Im runnin' to that gwuap
Im runnin' nonstop
Im runnin' to that gwuap
Im runnin' nonstop
Im runnin' im runnin' im runnin'
Im runnin' im runnin'
To that mother fuckin' gwuap
Im runnin' im runnin' im runnin'
Im runnin' im runnin'
To that mother fuckin' gwuap
Ay, me and my brother in the yo (Ina yo)
We flippin' pounds we shippin' dough
We sendin' rounds right at yo nose (Boh)
These niggas clowns these niggas hoes
These niggas steady gettin' exposed
Bitch we got choppas' on the floor (Floor)
We finna' let them niggas know (Thrrahh)
Ay, its only seven teners in this bitch
Put that on rodney i aint never switch
We steady slidin' round with bookoo sticks
Brodie grind the weed up
Bouta' smoke some dead opps in this bitch
Brodie roll the weed up
Gotta smoke nigga goin' through so much shit (Fuck)
But they dont even know bout' us (At all)
Ay, they dont eve know i got it tucked (Nah)
Ay, gotta' keep the pole on me (Boh)
Ay, if i catch a opp let it bust
Ay, the demons controllin' me (Damn)
All black we tinted up
Got glocks with fuckin' beams
We spin on opps and send em up (Thrrahh, thrrahhh)
Everybody know we steady fuckin' slidin' on em
For rodney ima die for em
They testify and lie on us
Them seven teners fuckin' different
They one of a kind homie
Them seven teners fuckin' different
Nobody cried for me
Im runnin' to that gwuap
Im runnin' nonstop
Im runnin' to that gwuap
Im runnin' nonstop
Im runnin' im runnin' im runnin'
Im runnin' im runnin'
To that mother fuckin' gwuap
Im runnin' im runnin' im runnin'
Im runnin' im runnin'
To that mother fuckin' gwuap
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Writer(s): Jatwanie Lee
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