One Of Us lyrics

[Intro: Big Sad 1900]
Ayy
We in LA, man
1900
7:34 PM
It's Tuesday, n*gga, I got court tomorrow, n*gga
You know, I'm on that
n*ggas on that, you know, I'm on that
(RonRon, do that sh*t)
I live on that sh*t

[Chorus: Big Sad 1900]
Runnin' with them weak n*ggas, claimin' that you beef with us (Huh?)
b*tch, you wanna beat n*ggas, I'm on it when I see n*ggas (b*tch, I'm on it when I see n*ggas)
Push the gas in the S coupe when I leave n*ggas (Skrrt, skrrt)
Every day, you internet thuggin', like who is these n*ggas? (f*ck is these n*ggas?)
Drove the foreign, went out of town, got my money up
Walkin' down the block on Bedford street, throwin' the bunny up (Yeah)
Tough n*gga runnin' his lips, so I humbled cuz (So I humbled cuz)
He ain't kill nothin', he a rapper, he ain't one of us

[Verse 1: Big Sad 1900]
This b*tch only like me 'cause she see a n*gga rapping
I'ma f*ck hеr in the car and I'ma bust all in a napkin
Weren't thеre when I lost Tiny P and I was out trapping
Ain't got a million dollars, I can't sleep, do no relaxing
What the business is? Yeah, tell me what the business is
When bro walked down on n*ggas, y'all was witnesses
Been buyin' diamonds and foreigns, you n*ggas witnessed it
Told you she a nasty lil' ho and you went and kissed the b*tch
Ask them old n*ggas that fell off, yeah, I been the sh*t
1900 pay me checks, they say I went legit
I'll pull your ass out the car and get ignorant
Them boys got di*k in they mouth, so they ain't feelin' this
n*gga, you a rapper, just rap, why you throwin' signs?
You ain't never been in the hood, you got them people blind
Thinkin' I'll go Bentley or Lamb', but I can't make my mind
Free bro and them, they caught them bodies, then they caught that time
[Interlude: Big Sad 1900]
Free bro and them
Straight up, n*gga
They caught them bodies, then they caught that time
Free bro and them
If you a rapper, n*gga, just rap
If you a singer, n*gga, just sing, n*gga
Don't be what you not, n*gga

[Chorus: Big Sad 1900]
Runnin' with them weak n*ggas, claimin' that you beef with us (Huh?)
b*tch, you wanna beat n*ggas, I'm on it when I see n*ggas (b*tch, I'm on it when I see n*ggas)
Push the gas in the S coupe when I leave n*ggas (Skrrt, skrrt)
Every day, you internet thuggin', like who is these n*ggas? (f*ck is these n*ggas?)
Drove the foreign, went out of town, got my money up
Walkin' down the block on Bedford street, throwin' the bunny up (Yeah)
Tough n*gga runnin' his lips, so I humbled cuz (So I humbled cuz)
He ain't kill nothin', he a rapper, he ain't one of us

[Verse 2: Philthy Rich]
Uh-huh, look
Carl, Ben, Gary, Wafi
Johnny, Hutch, Avianne
I'm frontline, so them n*ggas gon' slide behind me
I went federal, but I ain't finesse nor money bag
They took thirty thou' from me, can't get that money back
Got family in Inglewood like too much in D-O-E
b*tch flew in from OT, I need my trap C-O-D
Been to a hundred funerals, but I ain't been to one wedding
Presidential 41 bust down, flower setting
New Orleans, Hawaii, Houston up in one week
b*tch made twenty thou' off boosting up in one week
That broke b*tch only had nineteen hundred
Big 59 and Big Sad 1900
It's Philthy
[Chorus: Big Sad 1900]
Runnin' with them weak n*ggas, claimin' that you beef with us (Huh?)
b*tch, you wanna beat n*ggas, I'm on it when I see n*ggas (b*tch, I'm on it when I see n*ggas)
Push the gas in the S coupe when I leave n*ggas (Skrrt, skrrt)
Every day, you internet thuggin', like who is these n*ggas? (f*ck is these n*ggas?)
Drove the foreign, went out of town, got my money up
Walkin' down the block on Bedford street, throwin' the bunny up (Yeah)
Tough n*gga runnin' his lips, so I humbled cuz (So I humbled cuz)
He ain't kill nothin', he a rapper, he ain't one of us

[Verse 3: Just Bang]
Ayy, payday
Got some good n*ggas down in LA
March 27th, I got shot up on the way-way
Driver and a shooter, if I slide, it ain't no play-play
Knife in the front the flashlight up on this AK
Throw the hood up, the homies think I'm bangin' Neighborhood
I ain't wavin' no flag, this ain't my neighborhood
Rappin'-ass n*ggas think they shooters, but they missing
Sittin' at the breakfast table, MAC and a biscuit
Horsepower Polo
Big bread, Togo's
n*ggas in the field, they throwin' bullets, better go long
Sucker n*ggas big mad
In LA with Big Sad
Old n*ggas hatin' from my hood, my ex stay mad
[Chorus: Big Sad 1900]
Runnin' with them weak n*ggas, claimin' that you beef with us (Huh?)
b*tch, you wanna beat n*ggas, I'm on it when I see n*ggas (b*tch, I'm on it when I see n*ggas)
Push the gas in the S coupe when I leave n*ggas (Skrrt, skrrt)
Every day, you internet thuggin', like who is these n*ggas? (f*ck is these n*ggas?)
Drove the foreign, went out of town, got my money up
Walkin' down the block on Bedford street, throwin' the bunny up (Yeah)
Tough n*gga runnin' his lips, so I humbled cuz (So I humbled cuz)
He ain't kill nothin', he a rapper, he ain't one of us