Ones

Huh, huh, yeah

On, alright, ona yea

That's on Saint

Huh, we right here, we right here

Ayy, gettin' money fun, ain't no one-on-ones

Have you ever been jumped out by seven pair of ones

I don't need no friends, pussy, I just need the funds

I was beatin' niggas ass, then I fell in love with guns

We was hoodies up, all black, lookin' like some nuns

We was out front, out back, forest can't run

We was ridin' in a Stoli, so we had to get it done

We was ridin' with some stupid shit, we had to fuck him up

We gon' hit you in your tummy, pussy, got a tummy tuck

We gon' kill you anyway, so you ain't gotta give it up

Pussy, I ain't got no kids, so yeah, I'm finna live it up

Brody sippin' on a lean, he got it in a sippy cup

Lil' bro caught a fuckin' body, high five, give me some

Bitch, I'm walkin' with a fully-toned kid, sandy some

Told a nigga to a phantom, bet he feel like Danny, huh

Check his toys like I'm Sid, yeah, he feel like Andy, huh

I miss nurse bae, the most gave a nigga granny love

Pussy nigga lame, be the type like, where my hug

Brody don't sip liquor, only red, only mud

If it's bout some paper, you know I'm gon' tear him up

Gettin' money's fun, ain't no one-on-ones

Have you ever been jumped out by seven pair of ones

I don't need no friends, pussy, I just need the funds

I was beatin' niggas' ass, then I fell in love with guns

We was hoodies up, all black, lookin' like some nuns

We was out front, out back, forest can't run

We was ridin' in a Stoli, so we had to get it done

We was ridin' with some stupid shit, we had to fuck him up

Huh? Huh? So we had to fuck him up, huh

Fuck! Huh, S-A-I-N, motherfuckin' T, bitch