1v1 ft. h6rrell Lyrics

Bro get the rock he passing it

Dumb ah boy got shot cause he flashing it

Him getting bread I couldn't imagine it

I brought the Glock out my sleeve like this shi was magic yuh

Talk down this shit get tragic

Feeling like uzi I copped a new patek

Bad lil bitch got the Glock in her fanny

That ain't my slime that ain't part of my family

When the fuck they gon give glory a Grammy

Came wit a rula like I was santanny

I'm at the top I'm the last man standing

Slide wit a demon they think I'm satanic yuh

Hanging wit slime and that boy too cut throat

Think that he up that nigga is butt tho

Slide down send 8 shots like ocho

Shoota on go that boy ain't got no chill

Fuck my cup go crack me a new seal

I been on drugs everyday it's a new pill

Fuck nigga ran from smoke he don't want war

Smoking on gas while he smoking on newports

Jump out the house everyday it's a new porch

Riding in the big body Benz I don't do porche

Bro said he done wit the bitch get a new whore

If I up chop on yo ass it's a new score

Me and my twin ball hard we don't play sports

I just sent fye on god they gon get torched

If you talk down on the gang you gon get yours

Bro slide down like John Cena he don't where jorts (you can't see)

Bro slide down like John Cena he slamming shit

My bitch a gem like pearl and amethyst

Look at my watch that bitch too glamorous

Look at ya bitch I know she a fan of this

If I pop out wit dem boys they gon handle it

If he talk down on the gang get a candle lit

I'm sipping syrup like I was in Canada

If she talk on god imma damage her

New at this shit think I need me a manger

5.56 bullets I'm shooting I'll blam at ya

Talking that shit lil bitch I ain't hearing it

Swerving the v cuz the way that I'm steering it

I send a shot he run off on some scary shit

I see a opp he get popped like a cherry bitch

Won't pass the rock cause that boy he gon cherry pick

I got the team on my back ima carry it

I got a Glock in my lap like I'm 21

Don't send that boy my location we on the run

I got a rack in my pocket I got a ton

Hit that lil boy in his back just for talking dumb

Ima pop out and slide down wit a Tommy gun

Feel like im gunna lil bitch im a one of one

You can get shot in ya face if you wanted some

Me and dion in this bitch it's a 1 on 1

Racks in my pockets it's racks in my jeans

Can't fuck wit that bitch if she fuck wit the team

I got me a Glock and came wit a beam

He talking the shit left him dead on the scene

Switch for the hoes that's embarrassing

If I catch a fn I slide wit a fin

Free all my brothers that's locked in the pin

If you not on my side you not gon win

I'm sending a shot that bitch go in

Don't fuck wit that bitch cause that hoe too mean

I'm stacking my bread I'm counting my green

My yougins need help they counting on me

These niggas on dick talk down on me

My neck too wet think it's drowning me

I'm tryna smoke me a pound in peace

My young shooter white look like Austin Reaves

I'm keeping it tucked that bitch in my sleeve

Im taking ya car they think im a theif

You still talking down get put on a tee

I feel like im carti a vamp I bleed

I feel like im carti bitch ima die lit

How he talking down but his mans in spliff

I'm hitting up Neimans he hitting the thrift

Said he scared of heights get thrown of the cliff