One of One

(Aha, I miss you, Bryce)
Yeah, smoking on your dead man
(Y2, is that you?)

Skrrt, we doin' drugs,  no
We don't give a fuck
I got my pistol out, I know she ready to fuck
I get a whole lot of bills
She pop a whole lot of pills
She know that them drugs kill and
I know how you feel
I'm learning how to love
All I know is good luck
We don't do no one on one
That lil' boy a buster
I told her to suck some
Chicken chicken, we gon' pluck, uh
We gon' slide and dump some
Put him in a rush, uh

Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, yeah
Smoking on your dead man
These niggas so fed, man, they
Not gettin' no bread, man
That lil' bitch a peasant
I don’t like spaghetti
I'm outside like a FedEx
That lil' boy ain't ready to die
So many nights I cried
I'm tired of movin' sad
I'm bleedin' with my guys
We pull up, they surprised
Lil' boy, yeah, we be outside
She like, "What's that on your fit?"
Told that bitch it's Number (N) ine
He not spider, he not my kind
Is you proud of what I become?
Don't you doubt it, we one of one
She got mileage, that bitch a dub
Think I'm fucking, bitch, are you dumb?
Bitch, I got a whole lot of slugs
And I got a whole lot of sons
Pick a side, nigga, be one
Hold my fire, can't go for none

Skrrt, we don't drive, no
We don't give a fuck
I got my pistol out, I know she ready to fuck
I get a whole lot of bills
She pop a whole lot of pills
She know that them drugs kill and
I know how you feel
I'm learning how to love
All I know is good luck
We don't do no one on one
That lil' boy a buster
I told her to suck some
Chicken chicken, we gon' pluck, uh
We gon' slide and dump some
Put him in a rush, uh