For One
(It sounds like Nyge)
Look, for one, when we step in the sun
I didn't care 'bout the money, when they drew us out
I was risking the lot, I wasn't gone
Thanks to the Gods
Get us a load and we chop it in rocks
Chop, chop, chop, chop
Here and I'm here for the better
Me, it's just me and my—
Fuck to the opps and fuck what they did
Word to my bro, when they come out, they're pissed
Pick up my phone
I love when it ring, ring, ring, straight to the quid
Don't let 'em fool you, they threw it and missed
So many words, but don't believe a thing
Look, so many chitters and chatters
Why weren't you there when it mattered?
So many chitters and chatters (Chatters)
But niggas weren't there when it mattered ('Llow it)
All of these shootings and all of these stabbings
I scored on an opp, now I'm bragging (Rrr-rrr)
Cover my eyes when I go on a glide
'cause both of them boys be tatted (True)
This beamer is looking metallic
An opp just dropped, tragic (Sad)
For one
All them niggas are bums (No)
They ain't fucking with us
For two
All my niggas are true
Man, we say what we do (Do)
I mean do what we say, but you know what I mean
Swear down, man, you're catching my tune (Catching my drift)
My guys do lean and shoot (Bah)
Shoutout K2, man, he's way too loose
Look, look, lean on a fucker
So spread out my butter
Shop for you and drop it (Drop it)
I inhale tropic
Cookie smoke on a plug, ain't got it
Come from the gutter, makin' me suffer, baby, lock it (Lock it)
You way too toxic, still put dank on a scale, I'm boxin'
Look, I be fuckin' with the keys like a locksmith (Ooh)
Shorty tellin' me that I'm way too toxic (Too toxic)
Bring out the Magnum (Grrah)
Juice got spilled like wine, oof, tonic (Blah, blah)
Let's just be honest (Ooh)
The whole of your group ain't fuckin' on it (On it)
I swear that I'm livin' today (Uh)
'cause you know tomorrow ain't promised (True)
For one, when we step in the sun
I didn't care 'bout the money, when they drew us out
I was risking the lot, I wasn't gone
Thanks to the Gods
Get us a load and we chop it in rocks
Chop, chop, chop, chop
Here and I'm here for the better
Me, it's just me and my—
Fuck to the opps and fuck what they did
Word to my bro, when they come out, they're pissed
Pick up my phone
I love when it ring, ring, ring, straight to the quid
Don't let 'em fool you, they threw it and missed
So many words, but don't believe a thing
Look, so many chitters and chatters
Why weren't you there when it mattered?
It's Cali I smoke (Mm, mm)
It's Cali I'm smokin'
This Cali, I blow it
I let 'em know when it's gone (Mm, mm)
Two guns in the ride (Mm, mm)
You know that we rollin'
Two guns when we rollin'
We let 'em know what we got (Mm, mm)
I'm down for my bros (Mm, mm)
You know I ain't foldin'
I'm down for my niggas
I'll do it now for my niggas (Mm, mm)
This Cali I smoke (Mm, mm)
These opp boys I'm smokin'
These oppers I'm smoking
I fling 'em all in my pot
Look, for one, when we step in the sun
I didn't care 'bout the money, when they drew us out, I was risking the lot, I wasn't gone
Thanks to the Gods
Get us a load and we chop it in rocks
Chop, chop, chop, chop
Here and I'm here for the better
Me, it's just me and my—
Fuck to the opps and fuck what they did
Word to my bro, when they come out, they're pissed
Pick up my phone, I love when it ring, ring, ring, straight to the quid
Don't let 'em fool you, they threw it and missed
So many words, but don't believe a thing
Look, so many chitters and chatters
Why weren't you there when it mattered?
(It sounds like Nyge)
Look, for one, when we step in the sun
I didn't care 'bout the money, when they drew us out
I was risking the lot, I wasn't gone
Thanks to the Gods
Get us a load and we chop it in rocks
Chop, chop, chop, chop
Here and I'm here for the better
Me, it's just me and my—
Fuck to the opps and fuck what they did
Word to my bro, when they come out, they're pissed
Pick up my phone
I love when it ring, ring, ring, straight to the quid
Don't let 'em fool you, they threw it and missed
So many words, but don't believe a thing
Look, so many chitters and chatters
Why weren't you there when it mattered?
So many chitters and chatters (Chatters)
But niggas weren't there when it mattered ('Llow it)
All of these shootings and all of these stabbings
I scored on an opp, now I'm bragging (Rrr-rrr)
Cover my eyes when I go on a glide
'cause both of them boys be tatted (True)
This beamer is looking metallic
An opp just dropped, tragic (Sad)
For one
All them niggas are bums (No)
They ain't fucking with us
For two
All my niggas are true
Man, we say what we do (Do)
I mean do what we say, but you know what I mean
Swear down, man, you're catching my tune (Catching my drift)
My guys do lean and shoot (Bah)
Shoutout K2, man, he's way too loose
Look, look, lean on a fucker
So spread out my butter
Shop for you and drop it (Drop it)
I inhale tropic
Cookie smoke on a plug, ain't got it
Come from the gutter, makin' me suffer, baby, lock it (Lock it)
You way too toxic, still put dank on a scale, I'm boxin'
Look, I be fuckin' with the keys like a locksmith (Ooh)
Shorty tellin' me that I'm way too toxic (Too toxic)
Bring out the Magnum (Grrah)
Juice got spilled like wine, oof, tonic (Blah, blah)
Let's just be honest (Ooh)
The whole of your group ain't fuckin' on it (On it)
I swear that I'm livin' today (Uh)
'cause you know tomorrow ain't promised (True)
For one, when we step in the sun
I didn't care 'bout the money, when they drew us out
I was risking the lot, I wasn't gone
Thanks to the Gods
Get us a load and we chop it in rocks
Chop, chop, chop, chop
Here and I'm here for the better
Me, it's just me and my—
Fuck to the opps and fuck what they did
Word to my bro, when they come out, they're pissed
Pick up my phone
I love when it ring, ring, ring, straight to the quid
Don't let 'em fool you, they threw it and missed
So many words, but don't believe a thing
Look, so many chitters and chatters
Why weren't you there when it mattered?
It's Cali I smoke (Mm, mm)
It's Cali I'm smokin'
This Cali, I blow it
I let 'em know when it's gone (Mm, mm)
Two guns in the ride (Mm, mm)
You know that we rollin'
Two guns when we rollin'
We let 'em know what we got (Mm, mm)
I'm down for my bros (Mm, mm)
You know I ain't foldin'
I'm down for my niggas
I'll do it now for my niggas (Mm, mm)
This Cali I smoke (Mm, mm)
These opp boys I'm smokin'
These oppers I'm smoking
I fling 'em all in my pot
Look, for one, when we step in the sun
I didn't care 'bout the money, when they drew us out, I was risking the lot, I wasn't gone
Thanks to the Gods
Get us a load and we chop it in rocks
Chop, chop, chop, chop
Here and I'm here for the better
Me, it's just me and my—
Fuck to the opps and fuck what they did
Word to my bro, when they come out, they're pissed
Pick up my phone, I love when it ring, ring, ring, straight to the quid
Don't let 'em fool you, they threw it and missed
So many words, but don't believe a thing
Look, so many chitters and chatters
Why weren't you there when it mattered?
(It sounds like Nyge)
Credits
Writer(s): Harlee Bashir Laguda Milne, Ninian Martin Agyemang Fosu, Nyandoro Kelly
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