On 1

Lyrics

[Intro] (Stupid Dog, I ain't gon' lie, this bitch hard) [Verse 1: BabyTron] Bitch, I'm working magic, pouring potion at The Hip Hop Lab Turtle Pie hit for six hunnid for the Ziploc bag 7.62s make his ass hit a TikTok dance Road running, only G station, ain't no pit stops, man Shooter versus shooter? Bitch, I got a hunnid slips on stand Them ain't Mike Amiris, bitch, you had to nerve to rip yo pants? Talking foreign cars, you ain't never went to drift no land Out here rapping knowing damn well you don't get no bands A plus, bitch, I'm talking excellent Back then for the giffies, would've walked to Lexington B22s nowadays, I'm walking elegant Brodie off some medicine and kill you off adrenaline Pocket full of dead prezis, wrist got a skeleton In Louisiana, team scoring like the Pelicans Bitch asked do I win, shit, do the Devil sin? 10K or better if you ever catch me sell a BIN [Chorus: BabyTron] Huh, shit, we on one Should we hop up in the booth or go and road run? SBDSM, bitch, we got out own guns Keep our name up out yo mouths, bitch, you don't know none Always posting sticks on the 'Gram? Bitch, blow some Always talking pape' in yo raps but never show none You want a bad bitch but can't afford to get her toes done? Shit, you on one [Verse 2: StanWill] OT on some shit you can't afford to do 2021, Solo cup, 1942 Four hunnid in the coffee cup, this some Morton juice Niggas be my sons, boy, don't make bring Maury through Got the gift, boy, yo baby lit like a Christmas tree Big balling, walking outta Saks with the biggest sneaks Pushed the buffs up my nose, I'm the biggest geek He was crushed when he found out all these bitches cheat I'm the alphabet, all these X's, all these double G's Mister Leave A Bitch Where I Met Her, I'ma fucking leave Drop a flame in yo bitch DM, bet I fuck with ease They be asking 'bout that one opp, he in a Russian Cream Ha-ha, that nigga too dead Bitch talking 'bout she love me? I was too dead Only thing better than yo bitch neck is too heads Sayonara to my old hoes, I'm counting new bread [Chorus: BabyTron] Huh, shit, we on one Should we hop up in the booth or go and road run? SBDSM, bitch, we got out own guns Keep our name up out yo mouths, bitch, you don't know none Always posting sticks on the 'Gram? Bitch, blow some Always talking pape' in yo raps but never show none You want a bad bitch but can't afford to get her toes done? Shit, you on one [Verse 3: TrDee] How you out with no money? You a different breed Used to be ahead, I know they sick we done took the lead Tron Sleeve Nash 'cause he rich and he look like Steve Tryna be somebody you not is not that P Life hit you with a left hook when you least expect It's about how you take the hit then swing right back Acting high off that reggie bush? You ain't Ling Ling, Jack Hutch piece, I look like Bling Bling if he was black Grinding like a skater or a whip with some bad brakes Ricky Bobby, don't nobody care who came in last place Put the hoes down 'cause I had to get my bag straight You can give a bitch the world and she'll wanna have space Ducked in my duffy till it's time for me to pop out Ain't no double back, you send a shot? You getting boxed out Stan pieces hit like, come here, Floyd, come get knocked out ShittyBoyz, we the ones they used to try to talk 'bout [Chorus: BabyTron] Huh, shit, we on one Should we hop up in the booth or go and road run? SBDSM, bitch, we got out own guns Keep our name up out yo mouths, bitch, you don't know none Always posting sticks on the 'Gram? Bitch, blow some Always talking pape' in yo raps but never show none You want a bad bitch but can't afford to get her toes done? Shit, you on one