One Last Time (feat. TJAYY)

Uh, yeah, yeah, uh

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Woah, uh huh

Uh, huh, uh, huh

Huh, uh, huh

What, uh, huh

We finna tap the function

Seven Six Two finna turn him to nothing

Yeah, I be smoking on that Runtz

Gas so good feel it in my lungs

You wanna talk on the gang then you done

You steady flexing a motherfuckin' gun

We steady uping them glocks

And I keep a stick, so you better run

Choppa on me finna blow up

I got the VVS, got the Begets

Hating on me, but I whip out a check

All this love shit, I don't even know what is love

And I need your love right now

Need it one last time

You steady hitting my phone

We finna run up a tec, what you on?

Hit that lil' bitch from the back, yeah she moan

She finna leave me, like I ask you "come"

Past hour, Smoking this gas ima pass out

She come to my crib while her back out

Yeah i'm bout it brodie, I don't lack now

Say you better then me, I don't give a fuck

Talking on me, then you out of luck

You love me for me, or you love them bucks?

I need your love, tired of this lust

Taking my pain, and mix it with the drugs

She not my wifey, yeah, I cannot cuff

I'm deep in my thoughts, yeah, i'm feeling stuck

I'm getting my bread, yeah, I run it up

We finna tap the function

Seven Six Two finna turn him to nothing

Yeah, I be smoking on that Runtz

Gas so good feel it in my lungs

You wanna talk on the gang then you done

You steady flexing a motherfuckin' gun

We steady uping them glocks

And I keep a stick, so you better run

You better run

Sipping that drink, I be pouring it up

I've been taking these pills but it wasn't enough

I've been feeling your vibe, and I think i'm in love

I don't wanna fuck, I don't wanna fuss

I just need someone to trust

You know i'm not tryna rush

I'm just tryna feel your touch, oh

Yeah, I'll never stop it

These **** hate, cause these racks in my pocket

I see the top on the roof, and I dropped it

I see a piece in the store, and I copped it

My flow is too hot, and it feel like Wasabi

And that **** he mad, cause his hoe on my body

But I heard that boy was talking down on the gang

So my forty get to punching like it's Karate

I be sipping that drink, I don't know how to act

You was talking on gang, so we smoking his pack

And that boy think he tough, but he know it is cap

And I spend me a band, and i'm making it back

I just be making the music

Hop on the beat and you know I abuse it

SRT, you ride in the Buick

And lil' shawty she Spanish, she speaking it fluent

We finna tap the function

Seven Six Two finna turn him to nothing

Yeah, I be smoking on that Runtz

Gas so good feel it in my lungs

You wanna talk on the gang, then you done

You steady flexing a motherfuckin' gun

We steady uping them glocks

And I keep a stick, so you better run

Choppa on me finna blow up

I got the VVS, got the Begets

Hating on me, but I whip out a check

All this love shit, I don't even know what is love

And I need your love right now

Need it one last time