1 On 1

He so brazy (I)
Okay
Yeah, yeah
Okay, okay

Got a nigga on the way, and he call for a one-on-one (Okay, okay)
Got a little birdie in the flat, and I hope that the Jakes don't come (Okay)
I done gave nine K to K, came back with a— Oh, my God
Had a drop-top Merc' and a kid by twenty-one (One, one)
I ain't tryna throw hands with no one's son (Son)
Bag full of big, big rums (Rums)
I'm eating her good, make her— Oh, my— (Hahaha)
Might fuck around and swim to her (Phew)
Molly on, Molly on, Molly on, Molly on, Molly on, Molly on tongues

Got a whole lot of racks on me, got a whole lot of racks on me
Few milli' gonna fix your pain, gonna live your fantasy
Wanna suck the skin off me, wanna lick the tats off me
Pussy so good, wanna buy you a house, wanna move your family
She can not see the bad in me, this weed creeping, it's attacking me
In a speed Demon, and I'm doing one-eighty while she in my passenger seat
Go, go yard, tell her, "Make it in pink"
Right now, you're making me think
Turn on the bros, that's not the way, not the code
That's not the way that we live (Okay, okay)

Got a nigga on the way, and he call for a one-on-one (Okay, okay)
Got a little birdie in the flat, and I hope that the Jakes don't come (Okay)
I done gave nine K to K, came back with a— Oh, my God
Had a drop-top Merc' and a kid by twenty-one (One, one)
I ain't tryna throw hands with no one's son (Son)
Bag full of big, big rums (Rums)
I'm eating her good, make her— Oh, my— (Hahaha)
Might fuck around and swim to her (Phew)
Molly on, Molly on, Molly on, Molly on, Molly on, Molly on tongues

Please don't ask in the Hearse, if you know it kills you, you won't make this worse, yeah
I'm on the road still, on the same curb, gotta make a swerve, yeah
I tell her, "What you prefer? Virgil or Birks? Let's make a purchase"
You can do Isabel, not Michael Kors, that shit's the worst, yeah
She wanna be the fur, she is the fur
I roll on Miami, I'm making it burn
Newest edition, I came in the purse
Smoke from the tires, I'm letting it burn, bitch
I'm back in the Rollsy, baby girl, nice and cozy
Red seats like a nosebleed
I'm just deeping what you told me
I told my girl to order some racks, go get it on global
I told my jeweller to pattern me ice, I'ma get it tomorrow
I told my nigga to pour me a four, and it's straight out the bottle
I told my bitch, "It's a Urus, it ain't no Gallardo (Okay, okay)

Got a nigga on the way, and he call for a one-on-one (Okay, okay)
Got a little birdie in the flat, and I hope that the Jakes don't come (Okay)
I done gave nine K to K, came back with a— Oh, my God
Had a drop-top Merc' and a kid by twenty-one (One, one)
I ain't tryna throw hands with no one's son (Son)
Bag full of big, big rums (Rums)
I'm eating her good, make her— Oh, my— (Hahaha)
Might fuck around and swim to her (Phew)
Molly on, Molly on, Molly on, Molly on, Molly on, Molly on tongues