One of One (feat. Dampa)

Heard that man go again

Ay, uh, ay, uh

You can't jump inside this whoop if you ain't, ay

You can't jump inside this whoop if you ain't

Dumpin' nothing, dumpin' something

Yeah, I catchin', please, catchin' nothing bottom

Never walk into that chick, ain't musta round him up

I like my bitches like my chick, I like my shit put up

And you can't find no **** like me, bitch, I wanna one

Yeah, I wanna be 'em, but they ain't one of us

Them **** cappin', they be lyin', that's a fishin' friends

They call me Clifford, a big dog, I ain't no low pop

Pocket full of money, I don't know how much they make

I said, ridin' with my heat, I said, bitch, L.A.D. weed

I can work, or I can clear the block, no matter, just get paid

No, I always gotta come up, no, I keep a thousand weeds

Touch my first bag, and I ain't never been to see him

Flip my first bag, I ain't never been to see him

I might be flyer than a pilot in a plane, I got a side and a mean

I ain't gonna lie like in a trap, I do my thing

I be fresher than a motherfucker

Get to talking to them wrecks, they say, "Hello, B, I love you"

A lot of sound, no, the beep like, that the money coming

You know money coming

And it be all different colors and different angles

Bitch, I in my bag, I in my duffel

It ain't about no bread, be like, no, I don't want no convo

****, I done gone and round my check, I buy the score a triple double

Got gorillas on my sneakers, I got LV on my buckle

Never walk into that chick, ain't musta round him up

I like my bitches like my chick, I like my shit put up

And you can find no **** like me, bitch, I'm one of one

Yeah, I wanted him, but he ain't wanted us

Them **** capping, he be lying, that's a fish and friends

They call me Clifford, a big dog, I ain't no low pop

They getting peeped like it's a must, yeah, that's all they touch

Like a toilet bowl, all they know is flush

All they ****, all I know is flush, ain't nothing to talk about

I don't wan' hit by nothing in the past, so send your pocket now

I got a must card from Josh, that **** see he parking down

N-n-n-**** stop lying, where you at? I ain't coming down

I don't like selling hood, things ain't a lot about sit down, dude

And she asking me to peer right now, about his bet you're frontal

****, I ain't tryna front you, I barely even trust you

He asked me, am I really on the wish? Shit, I'm about to be

And don't compare me to these ****, they can't fuck with me

Especially in that kitchen, I just turn one to three

And then a lot of pedigree, this dog can walk on any street

Give his ass a sack, my tail is ass to call me

I'm burning out this money, it ain't nothing to a real one

You told me that you love me, a million times, I still don't feel nothing

If I sign a major deal, I need an M, I'm tryna feel something

****, that's the real one, not the D1