One Shot (feat. BlokkBoy OJ & ItzLilCed)

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Uh, Let's Go
Aye, Gang Gang Gang Gang Gang Gang

Got one shot, use it on you I'm off the gas
I'm in the stu'
I got a case? Show me the proof
Won't f*ck ya bitch, heard that bitch loose
Heard that bitch loose, that bitch is a goose
I'm stompin' his head in Timberland boots, I'm tired of feds not having the proof
I leave her on read can't tell her the truth
Yeah her pussy wet, yeah she got the juice
We getting 'em gone it's something like poof, she singing my song she lookin' like "oouu"
We fucking for long 'cause bitch a group'

We switching them lanes, we blowing his roof
When I got the pole you know imma shoot
He talking that shit but where is the proof? it's still booku gas while I'm in the stu'
And I'm makin' these plays but ain't nothing new, if you runnin' up then you better shoot
I lay up the break, dunk two in the hoop
I'm doing my dance she liking my moves

They say "where your key?"
Bitch this shit new, I'm pushin' to start you know how we do
I'm hitting the gas while I'm in the stu' if he actin' tough I'm shootin' his coupe
I'm getting it gone I sell it school, I'm doing her wrong she sayin' I'm cruel, I'm beatin' it Down watchin' it move
Show me the money, Bitch show me the loot (Bitch show me that cash)

Bitch show me the cash, we in the back and she shakin' her ass
She be like "Johnny don't do it to fast"
I'm going back in then I'm doing the dash

I'm doing the dash, I'm playing the blues like I f*ck with the Javs
F*ck all the opps 'cause I'm chasin' a bag
I stay in first place I could never be last

We get you gone in no time, put my Glock in my pants when it's show time
Got a Glock with a stick shoot you four times, run it in do my dance when it's score time

Got one shot, use it on you I'm off the gas
I'm in the stu'
I got a case? Show me the proof
Won't f*ck ya bitch, heard that bitch loose
Heard that bitch loose, that bitch is a goose
I'm stompin' his head in Timberland boots, I'm tired of feds not having the proof
I leave her on read can't tell her the truth
Yeah her pussy wet, yeah she got the juice
We getting 'em gone it's something like poof, she singing my song she lookin' like "oouu"
We fucking for long 'cause bitch a group'

We switching them lanes, we blowing his roof
When I got the pole you know imma shoot
He talking that shit but where is the proof? it's still booku gas while I'm in the stu' (On God)

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