One In The Chamber

(It's Swidom) (R14) Yeah, it's one in the chamber, so you know that we hittin' 'em Yeah, we ain't lookin' for strangers, these niggas hittin' civilians Whether we make the money, take the money, I'm finna get me a billion And I just subtract the paper from (mhm) the balance and pay out the (mhm) hitters for gettin' 'em I told my young boy, "Step then bark, don't do documentaries" Leave that phone, go around, get drenchy Uff-uff, two rambos, ski with a scarf like Benji I just dodged a mazeen, might ring up and call my Frenchie Bad B in a Bentayga, Bentley Big drip, no Brené, I'm feelin' so trendy (uff) Back then was Mackenzie In the bando, wan' tour, man grip on Givenchy Still gotta do what I do for the block, I'ma ball nonstop with my tool, don't tempt me Step, one, two Ruger or the Winches' lookin' all lengthy Rest up Sheggy We still slap corn 'til we smoke on the Henry The shot (hey) shells plenty (grrt, baow, baow, baow, baow) Man, I'm still on this paper route (mm-mm) Used to trap out the vacant housing I was just tryna make it out with my dog Now I'm shoppin' for Audemars with the frost on it Hear this .9 millimeter, soundin' like exhaust, don't it? (Pew, pew, pew, pew) And if he a problem, we gon' put a cost on him, boy, I tell ya So we get the heaters out in the winter Put 7.62s inside the Sprinter We givin' 'bout 50 shots like it's liquor This lil' F&N a real head splitter Top of the league, ain't no one harder than me in my city, boy, I tell ya So I'm oversea, tryna find someone who be fuckin' with me, T, I'm tryna tell you, nigga Listen, them yutes love chat and we do not speak Unleash, switch tunes with my kick, why bleach? The opp try back up, I still got reach He's a neek, he don't know 'bout streets No, I'm in D-X-B, I can't smoke no trees My name's too hot, I can feel the degrees Benji, where the G's? I might haffi ring Bundog for the Canada leaf Long Rambs and the dirty katana can chop, don't skeet Opps ran off and lost their keys They talk too raggo, the smoke's on lease Two waps and they're both guaranteed Pff, I been too bad, so I'm no nominee You know the clip-back really drops to my knees My tugs on badness, free up my brodies 'cah that's my ski (ski, glee, mmm) Yeah, it's one in the chamber, so you know that we hittin' 'em Yeah, we ain't lookin' for strangers, these niggas hittin' civilians Whether we make the money, take the money, I'm finna get me a billion And I just subtract the paper from the balance and pay out the hitters for gettin' 'em And I just subtract the paper from the balance and pay out the hitters for gettin' 'em I was just tryna make it out with my dog Now I'm shoppin' for Audemars with the frost on it