Lyrics

[Chorus]
I look at myself
I say that you know you the one
My mind is a weapon, a gun
Bitch, you know that I'm 1of1
Yeah, the one and the only
You was tryna stop me, why you hold me?
Got it up, ****, now you know me
We can connect and play like it's Sony
We was in a 5-star restaurant, eating fish and chips
She going crazy, she blowing my phone and shit
I told her, "Baby, calm down, get a grip"
I'm drinking on potion, it's Hi-Tech when I sip
I feel I got perfection like a drink of simple
I call the gang, the squad, they all assemble
You see I'm blowing, I'm popping like a pimple
You think I'm spazzing but to me this is simple
I beat all the odds, I beat all the doubts
About to stuff these racks in my Goyard pouch
A whole lot is coming that I'm going to announce
Got em' ducking and dodging, I make the opps crouch
Yes, it's Tokyo, number nine the blouse
Get this lil' hoe jumping, jumping out the house
She gon' give me top, up up on the couch
Got it out the mud, lil' dog from the south
[Verse 1]
No no, baby, photos not allowed
Walk up in the spot smelling like some loud
Bitch, I'm trying to surf, jump up on the crowd
Chilling with my woes and they like to howl
Told that lil' hoe push up, take her out of town
Red dot your nose, ****, you a clown
I walked in your, came out safe and sound
And if it's a issue, I'm bussing these rounds
[Chorus]
I look at myself
I say that you know you the one
My mind is a weapon, a gun
Bitch, you know that I'm 1of1
Yeah, he one and the only
You was tryna stop me, why you hold me?
Got it up, ****, now you know me
We can connect and play like it's Sony
We was in a 5-star restaurant, eating fish and chips
She going crazy, she blowing my phone and shit
I told her, "Baby, calm down, get a grip"
I'm drinking on potion, it's Hi-Tech when I sip
I feel I got perfection like a drink of simple
I call the gang, the squad, they all assemble
You see I'm blowing, I'm popping like a pimple
You think I'm spazzing but to me this is simple
I beat all the odds, I beat all the doubts
About to stuff these racks in my Goyard pouch
A whole lot is coming that I'm going to announce
Got em' ducking and dodging, I make the opps crouch
Yes ,it's Tokyo, number nine the blouse
Get this lil' hoe jumping, jumping out the house
She gon' give me top, up up on the couch
Got it out the mud, lil' dog from the south
Written by: Hardrock, Matthew Testerman
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