On One (feat. AD)

Only the strong can survive

Cali is where I reside

Hustlers with flashy rides

Bitches with big behinds

Vigils, candle lights

Artillery oversized

The element of surprise

Robberies, homicides

I'm mane-y, I'm mannish

I'm cutting up

I'm having my dough

Or should I say pie crust?

I never move slow

'Cause I'm always in a rush

You threaten me ho

I'm gonna have you touched up

You think I won't go my ****?

Then try your luck

We can go toe to toe

And bet I fuck you up

I got moolah, chalupa

Bust your medulla

Never funk with a ****

That got gouda

The everyday attitude

Of a “Bay Boy”

The wrong side of the bed

I woke up today boy

We'll get on your head

And split your toupee boy

You let that bitch get in your ear

Just like an Android

I be on one

Better do what I say

Right away

I be on one

Don't try to get in my way

I ain't playing

I be on one

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah

I be on one

Whoa, whoa

Whoa, whoa, whoa

I be on one

I be on one my ****

All I think about is money

Pussy and liquor

Clientele and climbing

Tryna to get 10 figures

Try to wipe me out

And I’ma get in your business

I say what I say

And mean what I say what I said

When I get a speeding ticket

Go to class I don't pay it

I'm a stingy motherfucker

'Bout my chicken and bones

White boy wasted

Bowls and bongs

Black boy faded

Backwoods and cones

Hen’ and vodka

High as a drone

I've been balling since a teen on the scene

Me and my team

Soil living

Hot water, cornbread and Navy beans

Beverly hillbilly

Roosters, horses and goats

Got family in the The Boot

Louisiana got kinfolks

Bicoastal, not local

Shop at Cavalli on Soho

My pistol on split your tamale

G-27, 4-0

I be on one

Better do what I say

Right away

I be on one

Don't try to get in my way

I ain't playing

I be on one

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah

I be on one

Whoa, whoa

Whoa, whoa, whoa

I be on one

2,3,4,5

Northern California where this hustler reside

Don't say I didn't warn you

Hella people done died

Funking over corners

**** losing their lives

This world is small

And it's cold and it's smirk-ish

Lotta these suckers is bogus

Losing they mind and they focus

I don't know if you notice

I don't know if you notice

The loudest talkers

Is always the brokest

Roast you with the toasters

Leave you stinking like halitosis

Raised in the rubble, the struggle

Gravel, the tar

Where they play with them drums

And they’ll pluck you like a guitar

His bitch wanna cuddle

She tryna get us in trouble

She tryna make us a item

She want us to be a couple

I be on one

Better do what I say

Right away

I be on one

Don't try to get in my way

I ain't playing

I be on one

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah

I be on one

Whoa, whoa

Whoa, whoa, whoa

I be on one