1 of Them Ones

Lyrics

[Intro] Pullin' up, kids like, "Mama, it's a Wraith, look" These hoes really livin' for some likes on Facebook You the type to up it just to get your K took Five-eleven, with the blicky, I feel eight foot When they pull us out the car, I shouldn't have to say, "Shush" Get up out the way or you get straight mushed A thousand watts in the zapper, get your brain cooked With the slimers, fuck around and get your chain took Huh, fuck around and get your rank took Ain't no keys up in the whip, bitch, I done came push Wanna join the team? Then show me how your game look He done missed every shot, doggy came rook' Same me still hangin' with the same crooks Puttin' cuffs on these sluts, they tryna play hook' Schedule busy than a fuck, like, let's see how the day looks [Verse] Up that pole and make him strip, no homo Shit, I'm workin' on myself right now, I can't do no promo I'm in a rush, sorry, I can't do no photos It takes a team to win, you can't be solo-dolo I just wanna take a deuce and pour it, you know it You can't really fake it, it's gon' show if you focus Told lil' bro if he miss the load, he demoted It's on the floor if he catch it, he gon' get promoted I put my all into this shit, I been devoted If my double cup fallin', I'ma get heroic Only motion, it's time to go forget emotions I ain't just sayin' shit, I think I'm really chosen Hit his top for triple, hell nah, this is not a dilly bonus Why you playin' with your life? You know we switchy totin' Ain't no duckin', ain't no runnin' when that glitchy blowin' And we over-doin' shit, it got a Mickey on it I can make a stack in a minute, sixty moments Bitch, ain't hip to BabyTron, she thought she seen a hippy blowin' Fire bombed his spot, shit, no, that ain't the chimney smokin' Even all my hoes from high school knowin' that Jimmy goated ShittyBoyz, yeah, they probably pissed that we been goin' up Pinpoint the bag and send the lo', I bet I'm showin' up Shrooms, juice, three yerkies, OMG, I'm throwin' up Take your wood and unravel it, pussy, you ain't roll enough Take your dirty Sprite and throw it out 'cause you ain't pour enough You the type to up the roll on the 'Gram while O and up You might get killed for that Tryna get up where I'm at, you gon' need stilts for that I heard what you did, you know you ill for that Cutty servin' oranges, play with him and you get peeled for that All the pain, I got pills for that Tryna be the king? You gon' have to climb the hill for that They thought they broke me down, but shit, I'm still intact Playin' with the gang? Gon' need a will for that Dog Shit Militia, how ironic, I just killed her cat Tryna keep up with the team, you ain't got skills for that I heard it's war, I got bills for that Nah, for real, a hundred on me, got a Wilt for that Tuh, all that cap, you got milk with that? Ghost Glocky, 3D printed, we just buildin' straps Doggy died off a chest shot, is that still a hat? Swingin' 'round in the jungle where the 'rillas at Put him in a grave for that shit, I wasn't diggin' that Time is money, truth is, you cannot get a minute back Yeezy collab if I'm in some Gap Ain't no way you make it through the function, boy, I'm in the back They like, what he in? In the Scat'? In the Cat'? In the Track'? In the TRX, shit, in the Lamb'? I done gave a lot of shit out, but I won't give a damn Twenty hours on that road, both calves getting cramped Sent her in the store with punches, all I said was "Get 'em, champ" Treat the brick like an envelope, this fucker gettin' stamped We in the kitchen, go and get some pans It's too much work in here, can I please get a hand? Ain't no sunbooths in here, but the— gettin' tan Find a lane, find a run, then that bitch gettin' spammed Ain't shit changed, boy, I'm still gettin' bands Bitch, you better eat the whole dick if you get the chance Goin' with the flow, the victories ain't gettin' planned We sell QPs and up, hell nah, you can't get a gram I was doin' all the hammin', you was probably gettin' scammed You was blowin' up her phone, she was in here gettin' rammed One, two, three, ding, ding, ding, gettin' slammed Bitches tryna get a ring, out here tryna get a ham I'm a fuckin' king, you a peasant at the best I can hear him wheezing, gangnem steppin' on they neck Shit, you ain't even got to question if we blessed I think doggy bone twelve, got more questions than a test [Outro] Hey, ShittyBoyz, Dog Shit Militia, Long Live $cam T double H-L, you know? Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey (Damjonboi)