One Take (feat. Aymock, Lil Hickey, Big C.O, Lil Stevie, Dr. Phil, Sno'Cone, Lil Bray Bray, Wags, JaQuois & Krispy Kris)

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Yung Carti

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Aymock
Big C.O on the beat
Hey Yung Carti I noticed you guys were out for the weekend
I'm still on that new track right
Well I guess I could send it to you guys just give me a call back
It's Krispy Kris by the way
Alright bye

With the boys sitting by the lake
We getting drunk and we don't care about what people think
Cause we finish a drink
Then we get another
Yeah we feeling insane
A night like no other
Rest In Peace to kris
Wish I could give him a kiss
He's gone way to soon
Yeah what a fucking baboon
Hanging out through the day
Then all night we play
We getting drunk and high
Until we touch the sky
Riding on the seadoo going round and round
Maybe we'll fall off but we'll never drown
Hoping to get lit with my man Aymock
Downing all these drinks you know we're not just talk
Got the whole squad you know that this a banger
Don't throw it on the shelf like it's a clothes hanger
We only get one shot and your gonna see
Why all these people bumping that new Yung Carti

Pour some milk crack some eggs shake some salt and pepper
Pour it in the pan and then start up the fire
Stir it around until it's good to go
And just like that you got some scrambled eggs bro
Chilling with the boys playing smash bros
Three two one none there your stocks go
All the homies know that I am cracked at punch out
I learn their moves and then I go in for the knock out

Warm tea
Fuzzy socks
Soft blankets
Cozy sweaters
Crackling fires

Run an easy race
Count ten play an ace
Listen now it's my place
You is just a waste of space
Stephen big man smelling you could say it's diabolical
Connor cracking jokes in the wing always comical
Cottage lads never flopping keep that shit in private mode
Money digits running high
Keep it silent that's a code
Steady action
Never blasting
Pistol packing
Make it happen
Can't explain what we makin
Just know we ain't capping
Deep in the water know the roots Harry Potter
Yung Carti looking fine you sure he ain't a daughter
But now my time is running out
Pass the mic to the god now I'm hitting log out

Hey Kris
You will be missed
Travelled to Quebec to become an anarchist
Burn down the city with your fiery piss
look out Ottawa cause Parliament's next
But here in the kitchen things are a little different
I make a big sandwich with a big piece of chicken
My ball hairs
On the stairs
I don't care
About them
And my balls
At the mall
I don't pull
Them out then
And my pool
Is one thing
I never
Take shits in
And Stevie on the beat
You know I don't doubt him
Mario

Ayo
Donda didn't drop
I'm so fucking pissed
I threw my flip flop
We chillin' on the roof
Looking at the stars
Floating so high we heading to mars
Yung Carti on the top cherry
We outside shooting cans Jerry
In the booth cooking up some soup
Kris films himself taking poops
Aymock on the beat
Philly brings the heat
And when Brayden gets down he's sucking on this deek
Now my time is up and I hand the torch to Phil
His bars are way too hot so they call him Phil the thrill

Me and the boys sitting on the porch
Laying in the dark so we don't get scorched
Jacob with the zapper hunting for mosquitos
Sake in his hand munching on Tostitos
Dads call me pussy slayer ready for hire
A new girl a night bent down at the fire
Pancakes in the morning sipping on Bacardi
Party through the night with my boy Yung Carti
Mosquito bit my ass it flew up my crotch
Ian on my right gulping down some scotch
Brayden's dick is small but mine is bigger
That's cause Brayden's a little black

Warm tee
Fuzzy socks
Soft blankets
Cozy sweaters
Crackling fires

Holy shit it's hot in here
Flames we be spitting
Give me a damn beer
I wrote this while I'm shitting
I can't seem to think in all this fucking heat
At least outside it's raining on the street
You know we out there trying to make a fire
I got tax returns to burn
And Connor's got attire
Just threw Jacob off the jetski
Sitting in the water yelling please help me
I don't care
I never cry
Ay somebody come and help
This little guy
Ayo Carti
You seen my rum
Reminds me of Kris
It's a shame he wouldn't come

Yo it's big bray bray on the mic
I drove us to the cottage in a car not a bike
Took us 2 hours 20 over the limit
Fast and Furious shoulda put me in it
They call me Dom Torretto cause family comes first
Now get me some whiskey it'll quench my thirst
My homie Ian ya he's making a movie
I'd love to watch it with a strawberry smoothie
I play the role of a Cuban drug lord
I only use my rifle won't catch me with a sword
The only way I'll leave the stew
Is to take a fucking poo

Smoking at the cottage
The boys are having fun
Hold up let me get my bottle for a giant coke and rum
Shooting some cans no more ammo in my Glock
Got no other option but to whip out my cock
Shocked by a fence that was electrically wired
Walked all the way home man you know my feet were tired
Saw a little kid
He was swimming in the sea
Then I ran him over in my fucking jet ski

Chilling with my homie's ya we going for a swim
Swam across the lake because we never skip the gym
Hide and seek in the house you know I'm gonna win
Don't try and challenge me I'll toss you in the bin
Looking round the kitchen man all we got is coke
Throw you in the lake and let that boy pussy soak
It's getting pretty wild the boys are in a funk
At the cottage we don't skinny dip
We chunk dunk

Warm tee
Fuzzy socks
Soft blankets
Cozy sweaters
Crackling fires

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