One Two Three!

[Intro]
(Rio)
(Census, what you cookin'?)

[Chorus: TyFontaine]
Yeah, one, two, by the third, I'm faded
One, two, by the third, she naked
One, two, three pairs of Chanaynays
One, two, three bitches is a parade
One, two, three lil' thots on the rocks and they not tryna talk, man, just tryna party
She think she too good for me, I'm too good for her, lil' stuck-up Barbie
Way too swagged out, way too bagged out, walkin' with the tags out, yeah
Way too rockstar, way too popstar, gettin' to my head now
Yeah, can't take life too serious, 'cause it might be a let-down
Still get it with the, get it with the, get it with the, get it with the, get it with the band now

[Verse: Lil Dude]
Trapnanana, I'm in the spot and I'm beatin' the trap down, beatin' the spot down
Hundred-round drum, yeah, we keepin' the shots 'round
Designer one-of-one, this shit can't be found
Uh, he was havin' some motion, he lost it
You brag on these bitches, but I just be flossin'
You play with the gang, your life, gon' cost you
Sip so much lean, got a nigga sleepwalkin'
Celine and the drip, I be buyin' that shit
Take his bitch soon as I put my eyes on that bitch
Brodie whippin' that drop, yeah, it's all in the wrist
Just might leave the trap after this last flip
Bah, slime gon' up off the hip
Faceshot gang, we don't talk out the lip
Might whack me a nigga and then take me a trip
Leave his ass DOA, nigga, we don't do no attempts
Niggas be hatin'
We got them shooters, they don't know the rotation
Niggas be tellin', but they always fakin'
I'm countin' them Benjamins, Benjamins
Shots out the stick 'cause the gang wasn't feelin' him
I'm havin' this shit and these niggas be mad at it
Money man, got him a stick and a bag with him
These niggas ain't gang, so they can't side of me
Risk it all gang, keep heavy artillery in traffic

[Chorus: TyFontaine]
Yeah, one, two, by the third, I'm faded
One, two, by the third, she naked
One, two, three pairs of Chanaynays
One, two, three bitches is a parade
One, two, three lil' thots on the rocks and they not tryna talk, man, just tryna party
She think she too good for me, I'm too good for her, lil' stuck-up Barbie
Way too swagged out, way too bagged out, walkin' with the tags out, yeah
Way too rockstar, way too popstar, gettin' to my head now
Yeah, can't take life too serious, 'cause it might be a let-down
Still get it with the, get it with the, get it with the, get it with the, get it with the band now