1WAY

Lyrics for 1WAY

(evilgiane) I make sure we I make sure we I make sure we eat Yeah, I get the bag and tumble it, yeah I get the bag and tumble it, flip All that talk, come see, yeah Shawty wan' uh, come see, yeah I'ma make sure we eat I make sure we eat I get the bag and tumble it, yeah I get the bag and tumble it, flip All that talk, come see (come see) Shawty wan' all them jeans (yeah) Shawty too humble, we street If I'm in your city, that's me I be with it, they don't see, the GKFAD See, the world gon' peep (yeah) L-A-C truck me Tell that bitch get right That bitch, you see me, she ballin' with uh She ballin' with me, she not one of y'all She all on the team, she runnin' with me How many fuckin'? She runnin' with me I'ma whole 'nother substance, the gold in my teeth Block with my cleats, I'm locked in, we eat Ready for war, y'all don't understand it's up Y'all don't understand what it cost Y'all only spend the product Y'all don't even play your part Shawty gon' rock, they flaw She don't even care where she goin' She just wanna be around Talkin' 'bout she love me and talkin' 'bout she move out the country I'm livin', like word When that bag hit, I'ma hit the dougie and swerve Can't tell me nothin', pop out with the curves I'm feel like Cudi, I'm jiggy, I'm good Plaques all they wanted, yup, no, I'm good Flip, trust me, and she jerk Nobody love you, ho, move I'ma get it gone, ho, move I'ma get it gone, type nigga, I jugg Talk of the city, you talkin' 'bout us I'm in the city, don't give no fucks Lot of real niggas I get I get the, I get Yeah I get the bag, no fumblin' (yeah) I'm gettin' mouth, no mumblin' (no mumblin') My Gucci hat color café The Hellcat swirl like a latte My ho way, way thicker than Latto My ho in LA, she 5-0, nah My ho in LA, she 5'8" My bitch live in LA, she 5-0 and 5'8" They talk in the city, it's 'bout us She want me in her throat like Trident (like Trident) It's exotics when we commute This Prada we got ain't made yet Bitch, don't make me pull out the product This bitch not from here, she don't know shit She actin' like seafood sci-fi We connected in Connecticut Bitch'll get stood up 'til she stand out She want noodle, but no miso Naw, I don't even know where your number went I'm feelin' like DJ, another one Yeah, me and VA got another one She lookin' for them like I'm one of them I'm one of them GOATs, yeah, I'm one of them All of this print like Above the Rim I'm one of the men, I'm one of them GOATs I'm probably the king, that's probably the GOAT Body, I'm all in her body, I'm all in her jeans We chat in the lobby or walk in the street The fuck do you mean? Just let me know You know if I know that ho, look She don't even know, she keep it low She been here before, you know how it go She know how it go, you know how it go She not gettin' nothin' from me, she know how it go I buy the collection, you know how that go I got the 9 like a freshman, you know how it go I cannot check the wire, I got a bum knee I got old-school, older than Bun B (Bun B) Wear all-black hairpieces, Pimp C I ride in all black like Jet Li My bitch, she can kick like Chun-Li Man, I arrive in the spot, they on me You stuck on that ass on that one street (one street)