ON 1 Lyrics

(Yeah yeah yeah yeah)

In my town I'm Superman uh

So fresh so super clean uh

I don't talk ima see you when I see you

My gang fly you could never just be us

I got them secrets I can't share 'cause I don't want you to know

I'm so pristine I got this money that you can't even blow

And this bitch gon' make my heart drop

I think she a heartthrob

Drip too sick I might throw up

Don't call me when I blow up

I've been on that rich boy like type stuff

I've been going too brazy like psycho

Everybody keep your hands going like high low

Just rock with me (yeah)

It's that young rich phe-no-menon

Bitch I'm the new Elon can't give a fuck what you be on

Pussy boys talking they peons

Feel like Celine Dion and fuck all the bullshit you feed on

Man of the year I don't need a introduction

Blowin' up to the moon that's mass eruption

She tryna get it with me that's mass seduction

And fuck your kickback that's not the function

You be talking all that shit 'cause it don't cost none

On my grind for 2 years now I'm on one

You a bitch only hit me when you want some

How many times you broke out? Yeah not once

In the burbs but I still make the trap jump

I dropped 2 of them ones like Brunson

You ain't got no racks yeah that's tough love

And everybody hating on me just shut up yeah

And everybody hating on me just shut the fuck up

I'm a big bad wolf I'm a bad muhfucka

I ain't never stayed down bitch I really just came up

Ever since I started rapping had to fuck the whole game up

I've really gone mad bitch I might go berserk

Young L Young M told me Put in all the work

Yeah you stupid talking on me like is you off a perc?

They ask me if I'm the greatest had to tell them all For sure

Tell 'em green fuck boy every time that I shoot boy

If you fuck with my crew I'm Rihanna I'm a rude boy

How you say that you a stepper? You ain't been up in my shoes boy

I done sacrificed everything how the fuck could I just lose boy?

I could never tell a lie everything I said true boy

I done caught them by surprise and they saying that they knew the boy

You a joke muhfucka get smoked like a Newport

At the end of the day YRP 2-0-2-4

Big racks pick 'er up like a gentleman

To fuck with me you gotta write a whole settlement

For this music shit I'd probably fuckin' kill a man

I might rock all pink like I'm Killa Cam

When they talk about Graves they say he the man

I'm known around the fuckin' world I'm in high demand

How you telling us to spin why you hiding man?

Hit a muhfucka with the 1-2 Ja Morant

Bitch I'm a G like 5-9 suicide boy ima ride in the coupe bitch you know I'm making noise

I be riding with my crew I be ballin' with my boys

How you crying that you broke? Uh-huh that's a choice

I can't fuck with you blokes you some damn bitch boys

Ridin' round with mandem bitch I'm sippin' on La Croix

If I shoot ima score like I'm Randy Foye