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[Chorus: JAHHLU]
W-W-W-Why you talking, you're on my 1-on-1
B-B-Bitch, I got a Glocky, I'ma add a drum
I-I-If you want that static, I'ma pass you some
Pat it, pat it, pat it, bitch he got it and a gun
I don't care if you die
I got a chopper by my side
Play with me, you gon' die

[Verse 1: JAHHLU]
I-I-I just run up in the room with a Glocky and a font
K-Keep an AK-47 like a motherfuckin' rush
T-T-Turn on that JAHHLU, god damn this buss
You say you pop out at the function, when I pulled up, nigga wasn't there
When I see you, it's on sight, I don't care if your little cousin there
Got Dolce & Gabbana, lil' nigga got like the dozen pair
We done killed him in the lobby with a shotty, and it wasn't fair
I-I-I-I don't care

[Verse 2: endilu]
Yea, I'm Endi, I'm his little bro
Nerf Gun pointed at his middle toe
S-she a thot, she a little hoe
I-in my room watchin' XVideos (bro what?)
When I pull up on the block, and my choppa, let it spray
If he get too close to Endi, imma punch you in yo face
I got blicky in my pocket, it's gonna be taking my way
Me and Scare making plays, like, every day
I don't really know why
You must wanna die
Bro got blicked outside

[Chorus: JAHHLU]
W-W-W-Why you talking, you're on my 1-on-1
B-B-Bitch, I got a Glocky, I'ma add a drum
I-I-If you want that static, I'ma pass you some
Pat it, pat it, pat it, bitch he got it and a gun
I don't care if you die
I got a chopper by my side
Play with me, you gon' die

[Verse 3: JAHHLU & aidyn]
Pack, pack, got a bag and a mil'
Battery pack, ho', you're goin' to hell
Smoke in the air, I forgot how to smell
Treat you like Monopoly, I send you to jail
Smokin' pack so I can not feel my face
Sometimes I wanna go MIA
Put a choppa to yo' ass if you wanna play
Huh-huh, hah-hah
And I punch a little boy on the way, huh-uh
And I'm never lackin', 'cause I'm quick to up that gun
If you wanna play with me, you're done
You nigga, you're done (Yeah, yeah)

[Verse 4: aidyn]
C-C-Choppa breakin' like a Kit Kat
Talk down on me, lil' boy, you better quit that
Posted up with gang, we don't got time for chit-chat
One wrong move and we gonna blow your wig back
Feel like JAH 'cause I got that .223
On me, and you know I up the choppa, let it sing
And I feel like ericdoa, move like a zombie
And you know I feel like Nimstarr, rockin' the Nikes

[Verse 5: mumble]
I'ma drop, yeah, yeah, yeah we gotta go
We're with endi, that's just little bro
In-In-In the cut, we can't let 'em escape
G-G-G-Got a choppa, wrap a .221 just right to yo' brain
Bleep, bloop, blop, blop, in New York, I milly rock
Pop, pop, pop, just couple shots, I-I-I think that I'm findin' blocks
I-I-I'ma watch the body drop, don't come lookin' 'em at the top
I ain't ever gonna stop, uh-uh
Hold up, hold up, hold up, pull up and watch 'em run
Slip a couple punches, knock 'em out 'cause it's a 1v1
K-K-Kick 'em on the baseline, punch 'em when I hearin' the drop
They all wanna (oh-oh), go, go, have some fun
That shit that I, like me, but I never hate me
I-I, just here with the gun
W-W-When he pulls the trigger, everybody knows you're done
G-G-Get your brain, cut out, please stop actin' dumb

[Verse 6: filet]
A-A-A-And I'm back on this shit, I know you pissed o-o-off
Get to sparkin', get to barkin' like the big dog
23, bullets finna make 'em Crip Walk
Pull up on 'em, actin' quiet, but I let this stick talk
Choppa big dog, up it, let this bitch bark-ark-ark
Don't let me catch you lackin' when it's da-dar-dark
Stretch pack in this bitch, smell like big fart
We be stompin' on the block, lemme Pixar
I got diamonds, lil' kid, it where my wrist are
You can try to piss me off, but you won't get far
And I'm playin' with that bitch like a guitar
I put a scope on my choppa so I hit far

[Verse 7: novastein]
Beat a nigga ass, I don't need a fuckin' gun
Nigga talkin' shit, but he can't handle 1-on-1's
Up the fuckin' Smith, nigga, you better go get you one
Touch my nigga JAH, and you bet your fucking life is done
Hey, li-li-li-like do we have a problem?
My niggas can get right, if you wanna solve 'em
Shakin' shit like Harlem, rob 'em then we got 'em
Chillin' in a VC with my niggas 'cause we awesome
You wanna be me, but you're a no-life
If you-If you want my money, you can get right
Smokin' on that 40 gas, think I'm gonna fly
My niggas stay out goin' with me, I'm gonna stop for red lights

[Verse 8: caponeti]
Smack that nigga grandma
B-B-Bitch we got the choppa with a hammer
We got a scope, in a bit, we can blam ya
If you couldn't tell, we don't give a damn, uh
Pat it, pat it, pat it, got by at the store
You can turn my catalog, no toe-to-toe
And when we up and out of manage, bitch, we up the score
That boy endi right about XVIDEOS (B-Bro, what?)
Damn, just pop a titty, hoe
Y-Y-You was talkin' shit, I'm in your city, hoe
T-T-Take a blick and put it to yo' smitty, hoe
With a-With a white bitch, she in the committee, hoe

[Verse 9: bronclair]
Yeah, boy, you goin' packin' without me
Fuck a 1v1, bitch we goin' 3v3
Ten toes on me, I got her fuckin' on me
Got a Glocky with a scope, gonna send you an E
JAHHLU, bronclair, we the ultimate team
Call up nigga endi, got me all my memes
Don't run, Fendi, gon' run up my jeans
Yeah, us, J with the plain white tee
If you want a feat, you gotta pay a fee
Takin' yo' bitch out on a shopping spree
This shit, not really, uh, what it seem
So much ice on me, call me Mr. Freeze

[Verse 10: ketsu]
Yeah, I feel like two shots, we gon' knock it and spray
Hit 'em in the head, now he can't think the same
Stop talkin' down on me, nigga, we not the same
Yeah, nova in the back, he gon' show you re-pay
At yo' brodie, yeah, we shootin' with the Glocks, yeah
T-T-Talkin' shit, pussy nigga, you get popped, yeah
AR in the back, we spread down your block, yeah
He thought he God, I don't what he thought, yeah
Feelin' untouchable, I took a job
See his body, got 'em straight to his mind
Thought he God, but he ate 'em a lot
Spittin' flames, they talkin' they mind
Hah, yeah, hah

[Verse 11: crusafix]
No, I don't give a fuck
Run around with the gang, countin' V-Bucks
Talk shit, but you really wanna be us
Hangin' out with JAH, bitch we on the fuckin' Battle Bus
W-Wassup, hey bitch, what you wanna do?
I'ma seal it with my Glock like Gorilla Glue
G-G-Got a pistol in the back, I'ma let it shoot
A-A-Aim precise, pussy boy, you know you're gone through
Hey, and you know that shit is terminal
Pu-Pu-Put the choppa to his head, I'ma criminal
Where'd he go? B-B-Bitch, you'll never know
Bitch, you'll never know

[Chorus: JAHHLU]
W-W-W-Why you talking, you're on my 1-on-1
B-B-Bitch, I got a Glocky, I'ma add a drum
I-I-If you want that static, I'ma pass you some
Pat it, pat it, pat it, bitch he got it and a gun
I don't care if you die
I got a chopper by my side
Play with me, you gon' die