N1 (feat. $STEEN)

I'm going fast on the gas on the n1 (Zoom)
Gimme an L I can't hold one
You started the war but I end one
I trust 100 percent in no one

All of my favors you owe one
She met me once and she want some
I get the deal then it's all done
All of you niggas is my sons

I'm going fast on the n1 (Zoom)
Gimme a l I can't hold one
You started the war but I end one
I trust 100 percent in no one

All of my favors you owe one
She met me once and she want some
I get the deal then it's all done
All of you niggas is my sons

I go retarded
look where we started
Humble beginnings we parted
Gimme the paper I sign it
I sign my name after the dot
Niggas want to be on my level
Nigga you not
Pull up to the spot and I
Pull up to the spot and I
Run up the numbers we fuck up the summer
No matter the weather you niggas can't catch up
I pull up I'm stunting I'm hitting my 3s
Like curry vs thunder no stopping my spree
Load up the metal a hit man for free
Don't be minding me I'm just ending these niggas career
It's all on me
I put a hoax on my ops
Like a ewe I meaning I be cursing these niggas
Cursive I turn on these niggas
I'm curving the bitches they leaching on niggas
Started the wave they can't cover it up like a durag
I brush you I'm cutting these niggas I'm so mad
They crossing the line no barber to fix that

I'm going fast on the gas on the n1
Gimme an L I can't hold one
You started the war but I end one
I trust 100 percent in no one

All of my favors you owe one
She met me once and she want some
I get the deal then it's all done
All of you niggas is my sons

I'm going fast on the n1
Gimme a l I can't hold one
You started the war but I end one
I trust 100 percent in no one

All of my favors you owe one
She met me once and she want some
I get the deal then it's all done
All of you niggas is my sons

All you niggas my sons in this
Bitch
Don't try to run up you shoot you gone miss
Stay in his niche
It's better he does
(Hashtag rip and a dove)

I'm shitting on beats but I'm takin piss
Remember them days tryna run up Chris
Don't try to scare me with yo gun
Behind that gun is a
Stick figure a bitch nigga a snitch nigga
(You not that guy My Nigga)
Just like mbappe got niggas Paris
Pack up your bags we going to France
Amazon get what I want on demand
Said amazon twice I guess that I'm primed
I took off his watch cause he's wasting my time
(Richard Millie shit)
Got connects in the city I'm not from city
You give me a ten I flip it to a twenty
And then to a 50 And then to a M
Said my ABC
But I skipped over L
THE ATM neva gave me an L
So who are you tryna hand me an L
Like what the hell I can't even tell
He's under my spell



Credits
Writer(s): Alan Yartey
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