This That OneVeeze, Louie Ray, Krispy Life Kidd, Slap Savage & YN Jay

E-E-Enrgy made this one Ooh, ok (Dumbass) KrispyLife (It's with a K, dumbass) This one them ones for me (Mhm, mhm) This one them ones for me (Yup) This one them ones for me (Whew, whew) This one them ones for me [Verse 1: KrispyLife Kidd] You was a hoe in high school, you used to run from me I went to school with niggas like you, you are not on nothing Used to sell #8's on Hardwood, we had the block jumping Beat his ass bad he thought the whole, whole club jumped him [Verse 2: Louie Ray] Yeah, nigga, this one them ones for me Okay I donе went pop star, I'm getting that one monеy It's a couple thousand on me cash, but it's store money (Alright) Gotta let the money talk for me like I don't show Tony [Verse 3: Veeze] I tote Glocks with certain clips, it hold a 50 I'm taking shots of purple water, lil' bitch I ain't tipsy I think this thot want a rich nigga and his pockets empty Call that lil' nigga R. Kelly cause he broke and pissy She chasing money, chasing clout you know she rolling with me Look in my stairs, that shit off Lulu like the Rolling 60's Lil Boat just made me pick between a 'Rari and a Bentley It's Mickey ears on all our choppers, look like a show from Disney [Verse 4: Lil Yachty] Punched him in the mouth, I ain't like how he blinked at my momma The backyard got ski's and treats but this not the Bahama's Wood grain OG AK feel like I'm Osama Got gas they all said I changed up, I'm Yachty Obama Bringing a bank back, I got too much Pull up in a sixty thousand cash, I ain't do much F8 and it's all white like the Klu Klux I just got it and I already need a tune up [Verse 5: Slap Savage] I'ma get rich or die trying like I'm 50 This Drake will make a nigga dance, just like he Diddy I'm lit, that's why she got my name on her titties I'm plug, I ran through hella grams in this city You told, boy you ain't no star, you a witness This lean gon' fuck around and make me need a kidney My bitch, she mad at me cause I show no attention But listen, bitch I'm on my grind I gotta get it [Verse 6: YN Jay] Riding with the Glock 23 these the one Jordans Got a team full of shooter, we pull up scoring Lil Yachty pulled up in a—, ahhh Lil Boat just pulled up in that—, yeah (That's that one foreign) Everywhere I go, I keep a 10, bitch I'm Eric Gordon How the fuck it's 17 dollars and you can't afford it? I got bitches lined up like they waiting for the one Jordans (Baow) I just shot him in the ass, that's my first warning [Verse 7: KrispyLife Kidd] I need to pop this bitch Dirk like a dungeon I'm in Neiman's calling out shots, like I run it Run with all apes I guess, I'm from the jungle I'll let this bitch burn a Glock mixed up wit Usher Get a nigga whacked, I'll push the button Before I tell on myself, I hung my cousin The thirty poking too hard, I gotta tuck it I see you over there shining nigga, you better tuck it [Verse 8: Lil Yachty] Since he told I'll take the blood out my cousin DNA I need that back we ain't fam no more Brother and nem jumped out the store, yea they ain't saying no more Stick singin' loud, just like D'Angelo, yeah Hit him in his head, bust his cantaloupe Tiny just pulled up with that sh-, yeah, the anecdote Fingered on this bitch for 50 minutes my hand had broke Now my sister hold my journal, it's murder she wrote [Verse 9: Louie Ray] Sneezed on my nigga, that's my slime for real I can drive this bitch how I want 'cause it's mines for real I can damn near hit who I want, it's that time for real I don't know about no other stories, but mines for real I'm finna pay kids to do a whole song without cussing I was young used to mob to the store wit my cousins I'm with four out of town bomb hoes by the dozen I'm with four out of town wit PJ like it's cousin [Verse 10: Slap Savage] If it's Sprite and it's dark, look like hair dye If I find out where he at, we gon' air it out I fucked that bitch so good, that she wanna know my whereabouts Off two Percs then I pulled her fuckin' hair out [Verse 11: YN Jay] I be fucking hoe's in first class, this a do-ey plane I don't wanna hit that pussy, you play coochie games Bitch keep squirtin' on my covers, she left coochie stains Group of bitches in a soul line, this a coochie train New custo' bald head look like Bobby Lashley Bald bitch I'm all about a deal, but I'm not bragging Percies taste good, bite down, but it's not candy Grim reaper ride around with Billy, it was not Mandy