Bruce Lee

(álbum: Only One - 2023)

Woah, woah
Woah, woah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Uh, huh, huh
Uh, huh, huh
Uh, huh, huh, huh, huh

I'm dripping from head to toe, rocking Gucci
I like my girls bad and boujee
I hit my dance, do the Uzi
Karate whip, call it Bruce Lee
Feeling like Gunna, man, it's too easy
You is my son, know you wanna be me
Mama, that's your baby boy on your TV
All black whip, no, you can't see me

(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Pull up and pop out
You don't get money, don't know what you talking 'bout
He is a lame, I think he finna opt out
All black truck, they be scared when I hop out
Say they want smoke, then we gave 'em a hotbox
I got my money flipping, playing hopscotch
You capping, you not hot
Coppers can't catch me, I do a hundred on the freeway on my B-day
And I keep a stick by my side, yeah, that's a key play, ain't no she say
Oh, I heard you not getting money and you a cheapskate with your cheap weight
When I get on the stage, they screaming my name
Tryna run it back, where the DJ?
I want a hundred bands
Chop make 'em do the running man
Boo, telling you, I ain't running in
I'm skrrting off in that Cullinan
Money blue, Jim Sullivan
Red hair like Republican
Racks sitting in the double M
I get that bag that you fumbling

I'm dripping from head to toe, rocking Gucci
I like my girls bad and boujee
I hit my dance, do the Uzi
Karate whip, call it Bruce Lee
Feeling like Gunna, man, it's too easy
You is my son, know you wanna be me
Mama, that's your baby boy on your TV
All black whip, no, you can't see me (Zaytoven)

Yeah, I'm at the top, I don't care what is under me
Pockets so fat, swear they weighing like a ton apiece
Black and yellow Lamb', swear it's looking like a bumblebee
If it ain't about the money, don't even talk to me
How they gon' hate on me, then still follow me?
Why your main chick in my DM tryna swallow me?
Money not gon' stop growing 'til it's tall as me
If he talk down, I'ma hit him like it's archery (Woah, woah, uh, woah, woah)
We making money and you making nada
That boy a goofy, we laughing like, "Haha"
Shoutout to tana, I'm flexing that Prada
Hitting on this girl, had to tell her, "Bye-bye"
I got 'em still wondering how I do it
How you got a gun and you not gon' shoot it?

(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Pull up and pop out
You don't get money, don't know what you talking 'bout
He is a lame, I think he finna opt out
All black truck, they be scared when I hop out
Say they want smoke, then we gave 'em a hotbox
I got my money flipping, playing hopscotch
You capping, you not hot
Coppers—