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Lyrics

[Intro: *sample*] "Ch-ch-ch-Cha-Chase Moore" [Chorus: Illmac] Hating low-key they like 'fuck Ill' See me in the spot then it's love still I'm just tryna show how them drugs feel She just wanna show me how that tongue feel Game of one-on-one Uh, and bitch I'm one of one Yeah, she want a one-on-one Ooh, bitch I'm one of one, one of one [Verse 1: Illmac] Yeah, got the lab looking like a bake-off The plug hit me up for that weight loss Got 'em feeling higher than a space pod Now I got 'em hooked, uh, R.I.P. Nate Dogg In my own lane now I'm ready for the takeoff They just follow e'erybody else like The BasedGod Bitch I'm 1D Uh, bossed up, got jumped, still ain't take a L, nah bitch I'm Lil B Money to make, about my funnel cake You want my spot then come and take it, I'll pump ya' brakes I fuck Eve in the garden, but it's fuck a snake She bring a friend I'm bringing Henn', that's a double date Ay, no one-on-ones nah, this ain't what you want now Bitch I'm one of one mobbing down the 101 Got, drugs up in the trunk never put 'em in the front This is hustle 101 yeah [Chorus: Geechi Gotti] Yuh, hating low-key they like 'fuck Gotti' He mad 'cause his bitch let me fuck probably Foreign whip, riding in the Maserati And I'm solo, 'cause I don't trust nobody Yeah, banging one of one Bitch I'm one of one, she want a one-on-one Bitch I'm one of one, bitch I'm one of one [Verse 2: Geechi Gotti] Yeah, yeah I'm number one like Penny I fuck ya' bitch off the Henny, she get dick then Denny's Can't spend a night with me Hell nah this ain't a joke I want the money and her throat She call me Gotti or the GOAT I got the juice with no pulp, that just mean that I'm a shot-caller I fuck her once and I do not call her You niggas broke you are not ballers My money grew I feel a lot taller Yo' pockets short, you done got smaller Yeah, yeah, and they hate Gotti like the government Shut ya' mouth I put my gun in it, her stomach with my son in it After the head I was done wit' it I fucked her shit for the fuck of it Rumors they can run wit' it Name a drug I done smuggled it Ay what's your price 'cause I can double it, it's Gotti nigga [Chorus: Geechi Gotti] Yuh, hating low-key they like 'fuck Gotti' He mad 'cause his bitch let me fuck probably Foreign whip, riding in the Maserati And I'm solo, 'cause I don't trust nobody Yeah, banging one of one Bitch I'm one of one, she want a one-on-one Bitch I'm one of one, bitch I'm one of one Yeah, yeah [Chorus: Illmac] Hating low-key they like 'fuck Ill' See me in the spot then it's love still I'm just tryna show how them drugs feel She just wanna show me how that tongue feel Game of one-on-one Uh, and bitch I'm one of one Yeah, she want a one-on-one Ooh, bitch I'm one of one, one of one, yeah [Outro: Illmac] LS, Left Side Connect