One Me

(Sosa 808) yeah, yeah, yeah, Glizock
Yeah, yeah, yeah (808 Mafia) yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah)

Countin' blues, sippin' red (yeah), lookin' out for opps and 12 (yeah)
I duck the feds, stack my bread (yeah), so much money, it'll make you scared
I get straight to it when I jump out the bed
Got money on my mind and a bag on his head (bah)
These - some snakes, I can see them shed
If that - a snake, then cut off his head (yeah, cut off his head)

Hol' up, let me take my meds
Lil' - come through steppin' they pledge
Lil' - hit a block, them boys fled
Put a brick on his head just like Craig
Yeah, can't no - do me like Red (uh-uh)
I don't shake hands, I don't like germs (uh-uh)
Send them boys through, yup, like Big Worm

Work a - just like an intern (yeah), only thing I love is this paper (this paper)
Before the rap game, I been turnt (been turnt), these - ain't talkin' 'bout Nathan
Slam yo' -, Blake Griffin (yeah), knock it out the park, ninth innin' (yeah)
So wet, might float when I'm in it (yeah)
She don't love me, she love how I hit it (yeah, yeah)

Uh (yeah), half a million worth of jewelry on, no pendant (uh)
- want me to come over impendent (yeah)
I don't leave the house without my semi (yeah)
Glizock him, don't care 'bout the critics (uh-uh, nah)
Ten millimeter shoot like Mike Bibby (baow)
Demon lil' -, but she act like she Christian (yeah)
When I wake up, it's a money-makin' mission (yeah)

You ain't talkin' 'bout money, then zip it (shut up)
Money talkin' right now, need to listen (hush)
- talk too much, I keep my distance (yup)
- talkin', gossip more than - (damn)
I be stackin' and flippin' my digits (yeah)
(I be stackin' and flippin' my digits, yeah)

- play, light him up like an incense (buh)
Glizock who yo' main - been with (yeah)
Glizock be the one, get yo' wig split (buh)
Glizock be the one get yo' man's hit (yeah)

Glizock switch his watch like Ben 10
Glizock don't give a - about no - (nah)
Glizock ain't lovin' these - (no)
Glizock prolly sold his soul (no)
Glizock not a hit, it's a go (go)
Glizock not your average Joe (no)

Why the - you buy two Rolls? (Two Rolls), low-key, I'm workin' on three (on three)
I was 14, mouth full of gold (gold), me and lil' Rob was smokin' OG (OG)
Eighth grade, 380, all chrome (all chrome), and I kept that - on me (on me)
Cutthroat, I'll serve my auntie (auntie), G-L-O-C-K, it's only one me (Glock)

Uh (yeah)



Credits
Writer(s): Markeyvuis Cathey, Brandon Lavonta Parker, Montana Corleone
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