1 2 3 GO Lyrics

One, two, three, hit em with the 4-5

Two fiends fussin' tryna get the last rock

AP bussin', she can't even tell time

Faze keep clutchin', he'll break a nigga mind

One, two, three, hit em with the 4-5

Two fiends fussin' tryna get the last rock

AP bussin', she can't even tell time

Faze keep clutchin', he'll break a nigga mind

Faze keep clutchin', all he know is how to drill

Brodie lost his mind from gettin' high and poppin' pills

I got used to all the killin', when you died, I got the chills

Put the Glock-y to his face, just so he know that I'm for real, yeah

I can't let you slide, cause that's a slippery slope

I know she fuck with the opps, but that's a slippery throat

I got tired of creepin' up, I had to change my whole approach

Had to peace meet with the opps, then it was rest in peace to both, uh

Tinted vans sliding with the ARPs tucked, uh

Bitch, we in the Bity, better put them threes up

Told her she can get whatever once I get my re-up

If he try me about some cheddar, bullets rip his tee up, uh

Cold stone stunner, I'm a cold stone thug

Better pick a side, cause you gon' die if you with them

Only fuck with dimes, yeah, I want Brixley in the Benz

Runnin' out of time, we send some bullets to his chin

Big deal stepper, I been on that forever

I'm fuckin' on your bitch, seem like her pussy gettin' wetter

He died the twenty-fifth, we put some blood on his sweater

And she said she in love, I said, I don't know what to tell ya

I'm a pimp, baby, not a simp, baby

I slut you out, but I never pay your rent, baby

Bro bang on shit, I'm talkin', jumpin' out the gym, baby

I bang your bitch, I had her jumpin' her skin, baby

One, two, three, hit em with the 4-5

Two fiends fussin' tryna get the last rock

AP bussin', she can't even tell time

Faze keep clutchin', he'll break a nigga mind

One, two, three, hit em with the 4-5

Two fiends fussin' tryna get the last rock

AP bussin', she can't even tell time

Faze keep clutchin', he'll break a nigga mind

Told her, shake that ass, shake that ass, shake that ass

Shake that ass, shake that ass, shake that ass

Told her, shake that ass, shake that ass, shake that ass

Shake that ass, shake that ass, shake that ass

Nigga, this a stick up, you know how that go

Told him, give it up, smooth, or we gon' leave him bled through

Know they hate how I be shittin', bring my Glock-y to the bathroom

Bitch, I need my money, this a different type of tantrum

Don't got too many niggas, known to back door

Swim in that pussy, said, she love the backstroke

Say, I got warrants, so I keep the mask on

We X' shit out just like it's tic-tac-toe

She said she like when I be fuckin' from the side

She said she feel like I be fuckin' up her spine

Girl, keep it classy, I ain't tryna meet your mom

Just play your role, I need a ho' that keep in line

One, two, three, hit em with the 4-5

Two fiends fussin' tryna get the last rock

AP bussin', she can't even tell time

Faze keep clutchin', he'll break a nigga mind

One, two, three, hit em with the 4-5

Two fiends fussin' tryna get the last rock

AP bussin', she can't even tell time

Faze keep clutchin', he'll break a nigga mind

Told her, shake that ass, shake that ass, shake that ass

Shake that ass, shake that ass, shake that ass

Told her, shake that ass, shake that ass, shake that ass

Shake that ass, shake that ass, shake that ass