Im the One
Yeah she know I'm the
She know I'm the one
She know I'm the one
Aye she know I'm the one Popping pills like a geek
You can till I keep the streets in the streets like I'm Meech
I take your soul any time I'm on the creep
It was me, Lil' J, Dirty B, Lil' B and Lil' D
He tried to slide but he died, man they hit him
He tried to slide then he died, man they hit him in the head
Oh yo man he survived but he act like special ed
You got lucky that time, just know we still coming
Opps im in, we bumming, text the bitch I'm coming
Fuckin' on this lil' freak bitch, she was not my woman
Made him put the chopper down, you was not Dex
You doing too much talking, nigga, you gon' die next
She set the play, I popped a nigga, ooh, know I got one
Murder on my mind like I'm Melly, it's a rare run
Oh you just got off? Oh you talk Cause you hit the clock
And you got your gun with you Let me set it off
Your brother acting tough
Caught his ass coming out the crib
All that internet thugging, hit him where it hurt
You was thinking with your dicks sent my bitch just to lurk
We couldn't catch you, your brother gang, we put him in the dirt
Dead ass nigga Coney Island
She know I'm the one
She know I'm the one
Aye she know I'm the one Popping pills like a geek
You can till I keep the streets in the streets like I'm Meech
I take your soul any time I'm on the creep
It was me, Lil' J, Dirty B, Lil' B and Lil' D
He tried to slide but he died, man they hit him
He tried to slide then he died, man they hit him in the head
Oh yo man he survived but he act like special ed
You got lucky that time, just know we still coming
Opps im in, we bumming, text the bitch I'm coming
Fuckin' on this lil' freak bitch, she was not my woman
Made him put the chopper down, you was not Dex
You doing too much talking, nigga, you gon' die next
She set the play, I popped a nigga, ooh, know I got one
Murder on my mind like I'm Melly, it's a rare run
Oh you just got off? Oh you talk Cause you hit the clock
And you got your gun with you Let me set it off
Your brother acting tough
Caught his ass coming out the crib
All that internet thugging, hit him where it hurt
You was thinking with your dicks sent my bitch just to lurk
We couldn't catch you, your brother gang, we put him in the dirt
Dead ass nigga Coney Island
Credits
Writer(s): Quentez Mckinney
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