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 f*ck 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
F*ck my cup go crack me a new seal
I been on drugs everyday it's a new pill
F*ck 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 f*ck wit that bitch if she f*ck 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 f*ck 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 like look 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 a carti a vamp I bleed
I feel like I'm 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
YooDion - 1v1 (feat. H6RELL) Lyrics
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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 f*ck 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
F*ck my cup go crack me a new seal
I been on drugs everyday it's a new pill
F*ck 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 f*ck wit that bitch if she f*ck 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 f*ck 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 like look 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 a carti a vamp I bleed
I feel like I'm 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
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 f*ck 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
F*ck my cup go crack me a new seal
I been on drugs everyday it's a new pill
F*ck 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 f*ck wit that bitch if she f*ck 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 f*ck 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 like look 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 a carti a vamp I bleed
I feel like I'm 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
Writer: Dion Davis
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