One Of None
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
VIER
Im on that road again, getting that dough again, diamonds my ropes again, yeah yeah
Back in LA again, rodeo make a mess, she wanna date again, yeah yeah
Shine like a chandelier, speak in the devil ear, i hope i make it year, yeah
Pop my shit everywhere, they feel when im in there, turn up we outta there, yeah yeah
We the real money gang, been turnt before the fame, 600 murda gang, yeah yeah
Pop out bitch I'm flyer than a plane
This that shit I can fuck your main
Talkin crazy get turned to a strain
Six double O up the score in the game
Overstep get put in a tomb
Real street niggas they kno im the truth, stopping at sacks before i hit the stu
I call up stacks, tell em we can not lose, Everything I do for misguided youth
They think I'm the leader, but, bitch, I'm troop
R.I.P. PnB, we just had Roscoe's they hate to see yung niggas eat
You looked up to Michael jordan, i want get a hunnit i looked up to big Meech
Who let these gangsters up in the room
I aint seen shorty might fuck in the booth
It's me and Keez we got hoes in the coupe
It's me and Oz, we got birds in the hoop
Standin on bidnezz, so I'm out the loop
If she a bad bitch then I might just swoop
I like my bitches bad coming in groups
I like lil steph and lil lilly cant choose
Wearing all black, YNT, some villains, yeah, yeah yeah
Car a spaceship, got stars in the ceiling, yeah, yeah yeah
Catch you on your day shift, leave no witness, yeah, yeah yeah
Put you in your graveyard want attention, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah,
Yeah, yeah
Im on that road again, getting that dough again, diamonds my ropes again, yeah yeah
Back in LA again, rodeo make a mess, she wanna date again, yeah yeah
Shine like a chandelier, speak in the devil ear, i hope i make it year, yeah
Pop my shit everywhere, they feel when im in there, turn up we outta here, yeah yeah
We the real money gang, been turnt before the fame, 600 murda gang, yeah yeah
Pop out bitch I'm flyer than a plane
This that shit I can fuck your main
Talkin crazy get turned to a strain
Six double O up the score in the game
Overstep get put in a tomb
Real street niggas they kno im the truth
VIER
Im on that road again, getting that dough again, diamonds my ropes again, yeah yeah
Back in LA again, rodeo make a mess, she wanna date again, yeah yeah
Shine like a chandelier, speak in the devil ear, i hope i make it year, yeah
Pop my shit everywhere, they feel when im in there, turn up we outta there, yeah yeah
We the real money gang, been turnt before the fame, 600 murda gang, yeah yeah
Pop out bitch I'm flyer than a plane
This that shit I can fuck your main
Talkin crazy get turned to a strain
Six double O up the score in the game
Overstep get put in a tomb
Real street niggas they kno im the truth, stopping at sacks before i hit the stu
I call up stacks, tell em we can not lose, Everything I do for misguided youth
They think I'm the leader, but, bitch, I'm troop
R.I.P. PnB, we just had Roscoe's they hate to see yung niggas eat
You looked up to Michael jordan, i want get a hunnit i looked up to big Meech
Who let these gangsters up in the room
I aint seen shorty might fuck in the booth
It's me and Keez we got hoes in the coupe
It's me and Oz, we got birds in the hoop
Standin on bidnezz, so I'm out the loop
If she a bad bitch then I might just swoop
I like my bitches bad coming in groups
I like lil steph and lil lilly cant choose
Wearing all black, YNT, some villains, yeah, yeah yeah
Car a spaceship, got stars in the ceiling, yeah, yeah yeah
Catch you on your day shift, leave no witness, yeah, yeah yeah
Put you in your graveyard want attention, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah,
Yeah, yeah
Im on that road again, getting that dough again, diamonds my ropes again, yeah yeah
Back in LA again, rodeo make a mess, she wanna date again, yeah yeah
Shine like a chandelier, speak in the devil ear, i hope i make it year, yeah
Pop my shit everywhere, they feel when im in there, turn up we outta here, yeah yeah
We the real money gang, been turnt before the fame, 600 murda gang, yeah yeah
Pop out bitch I'm flyer than a plane
This that shit I can fuck your main
Talkin crazy get turned to a strain
Six double O up the score in the game
Overstep get put in a tomb
Real street niggas they kno im the truth
Credits
Writer(s): Javier Robles
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