One, Two Lyrics

One Two Demi coming for you

Three Four whatcha gon' do

Five Six you finna' get hit wit every bullet that I load in this clip

No play ground shit when I slide through

Playing hide-n-seek tryna find you

When I do like a candle ima light you

Face too pretty to be out here tryna fight you

Bitches ain't got no good reason not to Like you

Can't even breathe around me got these bitches turning light blue

Can't get past me this a wide load

If you ain't dyin by yo word what you lie for

You worse than them Instagram working out bitches that really be getting lipo

Never thought that being fake would ever be a life goal

Back in high school bitches got ran thru I was passed up

I'm thanking God even when I'm last up

Cause I ain't sold no pussy just to get my cash up

All them bodies in yo body bitch you need a pastor

Do better if you knew better

Now I gotta wet you up

Do better if you knew better hoe

Don't let these bitches set you up

Do better if you knew better

No time to be envious

Do better if you knew better hoe

Before I come dress you up

Try me I will have my niggas in your lobby

Just in case that I miss but that's very unhighly

Make the Ricky hit yo body

Did you hear me do you copy

Trying to find a reason why you'd try me

Keep coming up empty

Something like yo pockets

It's finna be a murder scene leave you chalked in

From the wood that's the city next to Compton

6 feet deep leave you boxed in

My bitches be quick to get it poppin'

My niggas chopped and screwed

Don't let them pull up behind you

Must I remind you

That I'm the thriller the killer the one standing right behind you

Told you that I would find you

If I were you I'd probably wanna hide too

End your life short like a haiku

Do better if you knew better

Now I gotta wet you up

Do better if you knew better hoe

Don't let these bitches set u up

Do better if you knew better

No time to be envious

Do better if you knew better hoe

Before I come dress you up