One Bullet
Niggas claim that they be dissing, but they never in yo face
The ones closest, be the one that always hate
I just come and spread the message, for the niggas that relate
I came in, now I'm about to set it straight
Catch you talking shit about mines
Pop out with these bands or with that .9
Steady waiting in the dark for my shine
Shooters in the cut, for a buck
And they ain't tryna wasting no time
Finger inching when they creep up from behind
Glock .22 impregnanted, clip built like a belly
I'm by the Deli, tryna score some before I let them come test me
Come through thuggin', got me preaching like the new Makaveli
Stop by the telly, like I'm ready, turn his noodles spaghetti
I'm like
He ona stretcher
Bitch I pop out now or it's never, so I come though lil' fresher
Boofin' big backwood in traffic, changing the weather
You think I'm slippin', Ian' tripping, pop out dumping brettas
I'm way to clever for a lecture, bullets sending like letters
You steady claiming that you this, but let fuck niggas come test ya'
I'm trying keep them all together, keep applying that pressure
Them bullets steady hot like peppers, tryna see who is yo steppers
Another day, another dollar, never switch on my partnas
If you my brudda, you my caller
Steady close to them choppas
Diamonds dancin', drip like Fiji
It ain't no regular water
My forces white just like them walkers, standing out when I'm walking
Niggas said that they want some smoke?
Well let them have it
21 up in this clip, now that's what I call a savage
We running around with automatics, trying let a bitch have it
Young nigga tryna live his dream, one bullet makes it all vanish, hah
Yeah, they can make it all vanish
Young nigga tryna live his dream, one bullet makes it all vanish, ha
And I can't let them come have it, uh
That's why it's static when I ride with this ratchet
She said "Them niggas tweakin' crazy, we gon' pop 'em?"
Naw bitch, this toink be solving my problems
They said "Lil Moeski run the city, we gon' stop him"
Bitch never mind, we send him back to the doctor
Named them choppas violins, they be aimed at yo neck
Cup filled with Tec', pay yo debt or niggas come get you stretched
I'm taking off like Superman, them Gucci snakes on my chest
I get the backend, then I flex, then it's on to the next
I'm steady hot, and you cool, I can't fuck with them dudes
Smoke me a thoink, fuck a school, bitch you know what's my mood
You steady broke, then you a fool
How you sit there and lose?
I'm counting M's, stacking blues
Ride this beat like cruise
Just a young nigga, OG's come give me advice
They tell me life is just a gamble, you just shooting yo dice
I'm hittin' 7s and 11s, like I'm living up twice
And praying that them .223s don't end up taking yo life
Pop out with that heater, shoot a nigga once
It made 'em freeze
Watch these bullets they gon' bless you (Grrt, Boaw)
Like you sneezed
Fuck a broski, you my twin, can't no bitch get in between
I'm chasing what I ever dreamed, I get that bag then I leave
I've been addicted to this money, they must think I'm a feen
Might overdose off this lean, who knows where would I be
I thank the lord on my knees, tryna make this shit ease
.22 up on this lap, It's steady gripped to my jeans
Bitch
The ones closest, be the one that always hate
I just come and spread the message, for the niggas that relate
I came in, now I'm about to set it straight
Catch you talking shit about mines
Pop out with these bands or with that .9
Steady waiting in the dark for my shine
Shooters in the cut, for a buck
And they ain't tryna wasting no time
Finger inching when they creep up from behind
Glock .22 impregnanted, clip built like a belly
I'm by the Deli, tryna score some before I let them come test me
Come through thuggin', got me preaching like the new Makaveli
Stop by the telly, like I'm ready, turn his noodles spaghetti
I'm like
He ona stretcher
Bitch I pop out now or it's never, so I come though lil' fresher
Boofin' big backwood in traffic, changing the weather
You think I'm slippin', Ian' tripping, pop out dumping brettas
I'm way to clever for a lecture, bullets sending like letters
You steady claiming that you this, but let fuck niggas come test ya'
I'm trying keep them all together, keep applying that pressure
Them bullets steady hot like peppers, tryna see who is yo steppers
Another day, another dollar, never switch on my partnas
If you my brudda, you my caller
Steady close to them choppas
Diamonds dancin', drip like Fiji
It ain't no regular water
My forces white just like them walkers, standing out when I'm walking
Niggas said that they want some smoke?
Well let them have it
21 up in this clip, now that's what I call a savage
We running around with automatics, trying let a bitch have it
Young nigga tryna live his dream, one bullet makes it all vanish, hah
Yeah, they can make it all vanish
Young nigga tryna live his dream, one bullet makes it all vanish, ha
And I can't let them come have it, uh
That's why it's static when I ride with this ratchet
She said "Them niggas tweakin' crazy, we gon' pop 'em?"
Naw bitch, this toink be solving my problems
They said "Lil Moeski run the city, we gon' stop him"
Bitch never mind, we send him back to the doctor
Named them choppas violins, they be aimed at yo neck
Cup filled with Tec', pay yo debt or niggas come get you stretched
I'm taking off like Superman, them Gucci snakes on my chest
I get the backend, then I flex, then it's on to the next
I'm steady hot, and you cool, I can't fuck with them dudes
Smoke me a thoink, fuck a school, bitch you know what's my mood
You steady broke, then you a fool
How you sit there and lose?
I'm counting M's, stacking blues
Ride this beat like cruise
Just a young nigga, OG's come give me advice
They tell me life is just a gamble, you just shooting yo dice
I'm hittin' 7s and 11s, like I'm living up twice
And praying that them .223s don't end up taking yo life
Pop out with that heater, shoot a nigga once
It made 'em freeze
Watch these bullets they gon' bless you (Grrt, Boaw)
Like you sneezed
Fuck a broski, you my twin, can't no bitch get in between
I'm chasing what I ever dreamed, I get that bag then I leave
I've been addicted to this money, they must think I'm a feen
Might overdose off this lean, who knows where would I be
I thank the lord on my knees, tryna make this shit ease
.22 up on this lap, It's steady gripped to my jeans
Bitch
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Writer(s): Mohamed Ahmed
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