One Two Three!

Lyrics

[Intro] (Rio) (Census, what you cookin'?) [Chorus: TyFontaine] Yeah, one, two, by the third, I'm faded One, two, by the third, she naked One, two, three pairs of Chanaynays One, two, three bitches is a parade One, two, three lil' thots on the rocks and they not tryna talk, man, just tryna party She think she too good for me, I'm too good for her, lil' stuck-up Barbie Way too swagged out, way too bagged out, walkin' with the tags out, yeah Way too rockstar, way too popstar, gettin' to my head now Yeah, can't take life too serious, 'cause it might be a let-down Still get it with the, get it with the, get it with the, get it with the, get it with the band now [Verse: Lil Dude] Trapnanana, I'm in the spot and I'm beatin' the trap down, beatin' the spot down Hundred-round drum, yeah, we keepin' the shots 'round Designer one-of-one, this shit can't be found Uh, he was havin' some motion, he lost it You brag on these bitches, but I just be flossin' You play with the gang, your life, gon' cost you Sip so much lean, got a nigga sleepwalkin' Celine and the drip, I be buyin' that shit Take his bitch soon as I put my eyes on that bitch Brodie whippin' that drop, yeah, it's all in the wrist Just might leave the trap after this last flip Bah, slime gon' up off the hip Faceshot gang, we don't talk out the lip Might whack me a nigga and then take me a trip Leave his ass DOA, nigga, we don't do no attempts Niggas be hatin' We got them shooters, they don't know the rotation Niggas be tellin', but they always fakin' I'm countin' them Benjamins, Benjamins Shots out the stick 'cause the gang wasn't feelin' him I'm havin' this shit and these niggas be mad at it Money man, got him a stick and a bag with him These niggas ain't gang, so they can't side of me Risk it all gang, keep heavy artillery in traffic [Chorus: TyFontaine] Yeah, one, two, by the third, I'm faded One, two, by the third, she naked One, two, three pairs of Chanaynays One, two, three bitches is a parade One, two, three lil' thots on the rocks and they not tryna talk, man, just tryna party She think she too good for me, I'm too good for her, lil' stuck-up Barbie Way too swagged out, way too bagged out, walkin' with the tags out, yeah Way too rockstar, way too popstar, gettin' to my head now Yeah, can't take life too serious, 'cause it might be a let-down Still get it with the, get it with the, get it with the, get it with the, get it with the band now