ANOTHER ONE

Lyrics

[Verse 1: LaRussell] Live Nation gave me M's to do my dougie on you hoes Keep your comments to yourself, I made this for the bros I start writin' once it drop, I ain't even let it load You take Hit-Boy, you take Mali, you add me and you got gold Really do this shit for real, boy, don't ask me what I sold I'm like Wade to KP, they hit me to break the code Every time I hear a beat, I hit seven on the dice Wanna do a song with me? Why you playin' with your life? Flow water but it's room temp, I ain't got no ice Made a hunnid, proud to pay— I ain't even set no price I wake up and live my life Smoke my weed and make some hits Sell out everywhere I go, could a give fuck about your list Know the voice when you best Close your eyes and take a guess I be trying not to flex, but I shot this with my left Nigga, stop fuckin' playin' All this time been takin' less Hit-Boy play a beat and I'ma eat 'til nothin' left Bitch, I grew up near the Crest, College Park to be exact Niggas say they from where I'm from We like, "Nigga, where you at?" Hit LA for some days, I might come back with a plaque Ain't gotta ask me I'm from, you hear the beat, The West is back [Chorus: LaRussell] Ran up a M, I need another one I do what I want, yeah, I'm my mother's son Bitch, I'm really him, I ain't the other one Hit-Boy made a blap, we got another one Ran-ran up a M, I need another one I do what I want, yeah, I'm my mother's son Bitch, I'm really him, I ain't the other one Hit-Boy made a blap, we got another one Huh, we got another one Huh, we got another one Huh, uh Wow, we got another—, we got a—, we got a [Verse 2: Big Hit] We got another one Shipment comin' 'cross in a hundred drums, uh Chuck a hundred bands Like a hundred pounds of trash while they bouncin' ass I'm smackin' in these lil' niggas face Fuck a gram, I take an eighth to the face I'm sittin' on mountains of the cake blowin' cake Stakin' up my stakes, have you laid up in a lake Got a chip on my shoulder, banana chips in my holster Gone off Banana Kush, blowin' like a roadster Look both ways 'fore you cross me Washington and Fair Oaks, I'm a dangerous cross-street Play with somethin' safe, don't play with your fate Big Hit and LaRussell, out'chea playin' with cake I been playin' these pianos, real Black Sopranos Pops is black Rambo, poppin' bands is mando [Chorus: LaRussell] Ran up a M, I need another one I do what I want, yeah, I'm my mother's son Bitch, I'm really him, I ain't the other one Hit-Boy made a blap, we got another one Ran-ran up a M, I need another one I do what I want, yeah, I'm my mother's son Bitch, I'm really him, I ain't the other one Hit-Boy made a blap, we got another one Huh, we got another one Huh, we got another one Huh, uh Wow, we got another—, we got a—, we got a