One Of Dem Ones lyrics

by

3o$ama



[Intro: 3o$ama]
Listen, I been banging n*gga, ask the men (Lemme tell you something AJ)
I been banging, banging hard on Ahk grave
f*ck all this other goofy-ass sh*t y'all b*tch-ass n*ggas got going on
f*ck everybody, I'm still dissing, I'm real active (b*tch!)

[Chorus: 3o$ama]
I shoot guns, I shoot dice
You see me better shoot on sight
And I've been one of them ones, back then when I was young stealing bikes
A n*gga spoke on Whites, that's the reason why Brodie earned him a flight
And I ain't have no f*cking training wheels, I been in the field
I been earned my stripes, hopping out, with that mini-Mic'
Late night fishing, riding in them strikers, we tryna takе a life
And you know I f*ck with Life, that's my dog, I just got him tight
And you know I stay on endz, wе gone down the _, we hop out for ice

[Verse 1: 3o$ama]
If your wrist look icey, you better cherish that sh*t 'cause I like ice
And if you really like it, you better hide that sh*t 'cause B3 shiesty
If I see some sh*t I like, watch how I hop out and take it
And [?] throwing me off, I want her bad but I ain't gon' chase it
And Wick, he high as sh*t, yellow with the purple like a Laker
And I'm an active rapper, I hop out them cars and then I chase you
Chase your b*tch-ass down, you try to outrun me the laser trace you
And I'm PG n*gga, back then when he played for the Indiana Pacers
All my opps, broke as sh*t, I just cut my hand, sh*t swimming
And if you don't see me with him, than his ass ain't active, he ain't no killer
I don't sugar coat, and if you ask B3 baby I ain't on sh*t
Lil' Loco ain't never kill sh*t, keep talking 'bout he spinning, when you spin my rip?
Tell the opps to group up
I'm 'bout to sign a deal, it's time for y'all to team up
I got the power of a whole army, 'bout to grab the youngings, crack you for some V-Bucks
As soon as we punish this n*gga, we hopping out and we blowing his V up
As soon as we punish this n*gga, sit back and laugh and roll the f*cking weed up
[Chorus: 3o$ama]
I shoot guns, I shoot dice
You see me better shoot on sight
And I've been one of them ones, back then when I was young stealing bikes
A n*gga spoke on Whites, that's the reason why Brodie earned him a flight
And I ain't have no f*cking training wheels, I been in the field
I been earned my stripes, hopping out, with that mini-Mic'
Late night fishing, riding in them strikers, we tryna take a life
And you know I f*ck with Life, that's my dog, I just got him tight
And you know I stay on endz, we gone down the _, we hop out for ice

[Verse 2: Yung Threat]
Man, free the whole Northwest, two down 1901 thugging n*gga can't tell us nothing
Hey listen, I'm scared of the dark 'cause at night I be seeing them n*ggas I cracked
I'm paranoid, Tubi guns in they spot
I ain't tryna go back, three hats and a cap
Me and Dizzy be living that sh*t that we rap
Headtaps, tryna knock me an opp off the map
I dropped out of school but the streets had perfect attendance
I know a n*gga got hit with that hot and start yelling so loud but that K made him shut up and listen
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