Number One

Lyrics
[Verse 1: Cities Aviv] John Proof, presidential lock city Thursday Tell the blunt they should run quickly On sight catch a buck fifty No means, nigga, move swiftly That's true story if you try'na be the first motherfucker to die Shout peace mode, ravers have some clothes in my eye Laid up and between two voluptuous thighs I forgot all the persuasion, I can't even describe So beautiful, so spiritual, unusual O2 caddy scraping over San Coover Money out the sunroof like I'm Larry Hoover With no affiliation, shout to my relation [Hook] I'm trying hard each day to find a way To get back to being number one If I can make it sweeter to you You'd have no need to run [Verse 2: Action Bronson] Step in the building like I own this shit I can see it in the vows like Ivona bitch You know who you rolling with, betta be careful who you showing shit I'm just a role model with a polo neck Come to the party on some solo shit Leave with the dark bitch from Total Pose for photos Risotto made with the ink of the squid The rims on the Lincoln spin Eighty million on the pinky ring Got these bitches bouncing like a slinky man Tear faced in the winter Flipping pancakes in the rental I swear this shit is sentimental to me I swear this shit is sentimental to me Pick up the pieces I've left from all the past pain I'm still living in the fast lane In the streets where they flash flames Yo, it's all about the cash man It's all about the cash, man [Hook] [Verse 3: Oh No] They say I'm number one on the speeding bullets Something wrong with that trigger, pull it Another run like you're Genna Mullet I'm on track, olimpian shit, light the torch No fire pass, murder smoke from the front porch I'm in my own league, like fuck a sporter Sport that white T I need that Gogol like I'm Ice T It's like I'm always on the heist, G Just tryna pill with that light B I'm moving at light speed Fuck that bitch if she ain't liking me Because her best friend invited me And she wanna ride on me The Frankie Lymon to the Chichy Simonds I get 'em higher than a drunkard pilot I'm flying this inside of privates Flying inside of privates I tell you, I ride that pink booty like it's piracy Here's a name and a frame, light it like diamonds Tell a bunch of clients, run when you hear the sirens [Hook]
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Credits
- Producers
- Mr. Flash