My Ones (feat. Xklusive & Oxnard Pugz)

One day

You gon

Run out of luck

Fuck the fame

Switching lanes

I'm minding mines &

My Ones

My Ones

Mobbing with

My Crew

That's my guns

Shit won't change

Switchin lanes

We on the grind

Till the sun

Sun

Vineyard hit the bridge

i'm on my shit and slappin dirty bops

speakers get to shakin

cops just waiting on my every knock

i bump bump blast

hear me yelling out duke deuce

word to pookie blowin

out proportions in my new coupe

shortys at the circle k late night give the deuce to

i ain't with the set ups

get you wet up if you choose to

playing on that checkboard

it ain't nothin to getting use to

but if you play the jester don't feel sad when you get used to

so keep point word to young nasty we active

por favor we ain't never going back to no crab shit

tonight i celebrate for the homies that passed

whippin bangers out the trunk

every block feel me passin

little chi town baby

we just born with the action

Everybody got somebody with a body on that tip

play yo role and keep it player we just run to the cabbage

word to memo mafioso go gettin the baggage

One day

You gon

Run out of luck

Fuck the fame

Switching lanes

I'm minding mines &

My Ones

My Ones

Mobbing with

My Crew

That's my guns

Shit won't change

Switchin lanes

We on the grind

Till the sun

Sun

Block holding not folding

I been waiting just to trip

Glock loading I done told them

I was made to let it rip

Got your chick inside the crib

she texts she waiting on the dick

And she packs my extra clip

im fucking with a gangsta bitch

I been on my gangster shit

Since a youngin I been packing tools

Backyards house parties

Jumping checking & smacking fools

Run your mouth but when Im out

You acting like we cool

Still checking suckers for lunch money

Like we back in school

Fuck the world fuck my enemies

And last hoe

Let him talk shit

I have him running out the back door

Still ten toes down

Pussy where you at though

Pistol with your name

It ain't nothing to let the mac go

Still free my brother drowsy

out the clink

If you tripping then I'm trippin

let the devil do his thing

If you aint come correct

your gonna feel that burner sting

Hope your click is feeling ready

for the shit that murder brings

One day

You gon

Run out of luck

Fuck the fame

Switching lanes

I'm minding mines &

My Ones

My Ones

Mobbing with

My Crew

That's my guns

Shit won't change

Switchin lanes

We on the grind

Till the sun

Sun

Who you think put them straps in the set

I put product I got power

ill really die 4 this Shyt

We got powder we got tree

cross the border connects

The feds watching

I'll probably get indicted life's uh risk

They down talkin that's the problem

they just running they lips

Lil homies is like the flu

cus they stay with the Shyts

Against us they come in last

like uh graveyard shift

My Shyt bang in the whip

like uh ar clip

Tryn to take them and they ppl

out like adolf

Play wit me l it get serious

like the playoffs

Where i'm from we

dump and cause Kaos

Slip and you'll be talkin

to the dead like a seance

Members only when we

mobbin like the mafia

Quick to sink ships

If it get fishy like tilapia

20 years my click

still up like insomnia

street shit ain't religious

like your organs it's inside of ya

One day

You gon

Run out of luck

Fuck the fame

Switching lanes

I'm minding mines &

My Ones

My Ones

Mobbing with

My Crew

That's my guns

Shit won't change

Switchin lanes

We on the grind

Till the sun

Sun

I never been one to speak piece

I let the heater spark

Banging on the net

But got me banging in your speaker box

Spitting dope raps since the traps

Was serving tweakers rocks

Im getting money off these streets boy

I bleed the block

Really put in work in my city boy

I bleed the ox

Call me Mr. Clean how I pull up

Pop and leave you mopped

I'll leave you dropped

Have your momma pray to jesus

And the way that you was talking

Better pray that you don't see us

Have us pull up with ninas

Hoping he dont believe us

Hit him and leave him holy

Shit turn him to a believer

Nah Mean

My shit reach long like yao ming

I aint joking what you smoking

We toting them loud things

Gangster for the net on

the set yall clout fiends

I really use to flood the whole block

 to drown fiends

Won't stop until

i'm up on the throne

The crowned king

On my momma ready for

any drama the crown bring

One day

You gon

Run out of luck

Fuck the fame

Switching lanes

I'm minding mines &

My Ones

My Ones

Mobbing with

My Crew

That's my guns

Shit won't change

Switchin lanes

We on the grind

Till the sun

Sun