One Of Dem Ones

[Intro: 3o$ama]
(Lemme tell you something AJ)
Ahh, bitch, and I been banging nigga, ask the men (Osama Bin Laden, nigga)
I been banging, banging hard, nigga, on Ahk grave (Bitch; bitch-bitch-bitch)
Fuck all this other goofy-ass shit y'all bitch-ass niggas got going on (Bitch; bitch-bitch-bitch)
Fuck everybody, I'm still dissing, I'm real active (Boom, Boom)
Bitch

[Chorus: 3o$ama]
I shoot guns, I shoot dice
You see me? Better shoot on sight
And I've been one of them ones, back then when I was young, stealing bikes
A nigga spoke on Whites, that's the reason why Brodie earned him a flight
And I ain't have no fucking training wheels, I been in the field
I been earned my stripes, hopping out, with that mini-Mic'
Late night fishing, riding in them strikers, we tryna take a life
And you know I fuck with Life, that's my dog, I just got him tight
And you know I stay on endz, we gone down the M—we hop out for Ice

[Verse 1: 3o$ama]
If your wrist look icey, you better cherish that shit 'cause I like ice
And if you really like it, you better hide that shit 'cause B3 shiesty
If I see some shit I like, watch how I hop out and take it
And kind, lil’ doll, throwing me off, I want her bad but I ain't gon' chase her
And Wick, he high as shit, yellow with the purple like a Laker
And I'm an active rapper, I hop out them cars and then I chase you
Chase your bitch-ass down, you try to outrun me the laser trace you
And I'm PG nigga, back then when he played for the Indiana Pacers
All my opps, broke as shit, I just cut my hand, shit swimming
And if you don't see me with him, than his ass ain't active, he ain't no killer
I don't sugar coat and if you ask B3 baby I ain't on shit
Lil' Loco ain't never kill shit, keep talking 'bout he spinning, when you spin my rip?
Tell the opps to group up
I'm 'bout to sign a deal, it's time for y'all to team up
I got the power of a whole army, 'bout to grab the youngings, crack you for some V-Bucks
As soon as we punish this nigga, we hopping out and we blowing his V up
As soon as we punish this nigga, sit back and laugh and roll the fucking weed up

[Chorus: 3o$ama]
I shoot guns, I shoot dice
You see me? Better shoot on sight
And I've been one of them ones, back then when I was young stealing bikes
A nigga spoke on Whites, that's the reason why Brodie earned him a flight
And I ain't have no fucking training wheels, I been in the field
I been earned my stripes, hopping out, with that mini-Mic'
Late night fishing, riding in them strikers, we tryna take a life
And you know I fuck with Life, that's my dog, I just got him tight
And you know I stay on endz, we gone down the _, we hop out for ice

[Outro: Yung Threat]
Man, free the whole Northwest, two down 1901 thugging nigga can't tell us nothing
Hey listen, I'm scared of the dark 'cause at night I be seeing them niggas I cracked
I'm paranoid, too many guns in they spot
I ain't tryna go back, three hats and a cap
Me and Dizzy be living that shit that we rap
Headtaps, tryna knock me an opp off the map
I dropped out of school but the streets had perfect attendance
I know a nigga got hit with that hot and start yelling so loud but that K made him shut up and listen