Nigga, this the one
How you beefing with no gun
Just because of that, I had to take his bitch and have some fun
I got different packs, this cream gelato, and I got some runtz
Yeah, I'm smokin' by the eighth, this shit be clearer than the month
I'm mixin' gas to boost the tolerance, I'm pourin' up a cup
I got model bitches, mixin' fine shit that's gon' be a ton
I done beamed a nigga, spliffs and lean, I'm makin' purple runtz
The gas it got me chokin, broke it down, I thought I had some gum
He in a sticky situation, he ain't get taught blow the gun
I'm textin' hella bitches, but I still get worried, drop the blunt
He caught them shots right to his tongue, we just flush shit off the runtz
That nigga that was with him, shot him in his chest, we shot his lungs
Wait
Don't take this flick, cause this is not a stunt
We hoppin' out the back, we get switched, we poppin' out the cut
He wish he never dissed, he would've lived, can't wait to catch lil mud
I can't forget the P, I'm tryna flip
Nigga bent the block a couple times, I'm shootin' at the fender
F*ckin' on his bitch, he want my drop? You know these niggas tender
Bro, be strapped up like a dyke, he got the pole and switched his gender
Rick, Rick, Rick, I'm comin' trim, cause I'm a heavy spender
This a trap, nigga, summer
But I'm still, stackin' in the winter
Police pullin' down, I hit the jets, cause I cannot surrender
All my shooters shoot, when we on offense, we is not defenders
I could be the plug, supply the streets, just hit me, I'm the vendor
Bro, be tryna slide, I'm sippin' act, I'm drinkin' all the pop
If he ever lack, the 40 clap, just watch his body drop
My bro just got booked, so now I'm mad, I gotta drop a opp
Not toating on a ghost, y'all fakin' glocks, I'm hoppin' out with dots
That nigga tried to run, he heard that, flrrr he hoppin' out his socks
Don't ask about lil shhh, like where he at, they put em in a box
My niggas having motion, like where we at, been sittin' at the top
OT7 Quanny, while I'm spinnin, cause we got all the drops
How y'all niggas broke, it been a minute, need to move the clocks
Damn, I love the trap, but hate the fiends, and I'm still givin' rocks
We the winning team, that shit was old, but we still sendin' shots
He ain't in the streets, he lil boy, I know he play with blocks
White boy outta town, he shipping runtz, my brody play with crops
All them niggas rats, don't speak to me, bitch, I don't play with cops
Ghost Fried - This The One (feat. DDX) Lyrics
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Nigga, this the one
How you beefing with no gun
Just because of that, I had to take his bitch and have some fun
I got different packs, this cream gelato, and I got some runtz
Yeah, I'm smokin' by the eighth, this shit be clearer than the month
I'm mixin' gas to boost the tolerance, I'm pourin' up a cup
I got model bitches, mixin' fine shit that's gon' be a ton
I done beamed a nigga, spliffs and lean, I'm makin' purple runtz
The gas it got me chokin, broke it down, I thought I had some gum
He in a sticky situation, he ain't get taught blow the gun
I'm textin' hella bitches, but I still get worried, drop the blunt
He caught them shots right to his tongue, we just flush shit off the runtz
That nigga that was with him, shot him in his chest, we shot his lungs
Wait
Don't take this flick, cause this is not a stunt
We hoppin' out the back, we get switched, we poppin' out the cut
He wish he never dissed, he would've lived, can't wait to catch lil mud
I can't forget the P, I'm tryna flip
Nigga bent the block a couple times, I'm shootin' at the fender
F*ckin' on his bitch, he want my drop? You know these niggas tender
Bro, be strapped up like a dyke, he got the pole and switched his gender
Rick, Rick, Rick, I'm comin' trim, cause I'm a heavy spender
This a trap, nigga, summer
But I'm still, stackin' in the winter
Police pullin' down, I hit the jets, cause I cannot surrender
All my shooters shoot, when we on offense, we is not defenders
I could be the plug, supply the streets, just hit me, I'm the vendor
Bro, be tryna slide, I'm sippin' act, I'm drinkin' all the pop
If he ever lack, the 40 clap, just watch his body drop
My bro just got booked, so now I'm mad, I gotta drop a opp
Not toating on a ghost, y'all fakin' glocks, I'm hoppin' out with dots
That nigga tried to run, he heard that, flrrr he hoppin' out his socks
Don't ask about lil shhh, like where he at, they put em in a box
My niggas having motion, like where we at, been sittin' at the top
OT7 Quanny, while I'm spinnin, cause we got all the drops
How y'all niggas broke, it been a minute, need to move the clocks
Damn, I love the trap, but hate the fiends, and I'm still givin' rocks
We the winning team, that shit was old, but we still sendin' shots
He ain't in the streets, he lil boy, I know he play with blocks
White boy outta town, he shipping runtz, my brody play with crops
All them niggas rats, don't speak to me, bitch, I don't play with cops
How you beefing with no gun
Just because of that, I had to take his bitch and have some fun
I got different packs, this cream gelato, and I got some runtz
Yeah, I'm smokin' by the eighth, this shit be clearer than the month
I'm mixin' gas to boost the tolerance, I'm pourin' up a cup
I got model bitches, mixin' fine shit that's gon' be a ton
I done beamed a nigga, spliffs and lean, I'm makin' purple runtz
The gas it got me chokin, broke it down, I thought I had some gum
He in a sticky situation, he ain't get taught blow the gun
I'm textin' hella bitches, but I still get worried, drop the blunt
He caught them shots right to his tongue, we just flush shit off the runtz
That nigga that was with him, shot him in his chest, we shot his lungs
Wait
Don't take this flick, cause this is not a stunt
We hoppin' out the back, we get switched, we poppin' out the cut
He wish he never dissed, he would've lived, can't wait to catch lil mud
I can't forget the P, I'm tryna flip
Nigga bent the block a couple times, I'm shootin' at the fender
F*ckin' on his bitch, he want my drop? You know these niggas tender
Bro, be strapped up like a dyke, he got the pole and switched his gender
Rick, Rick, Rick, I'm comin' trim, cause I'm a heavy spender
This a trap, nigga, summer
But I'm still, stackin' in the winter
Police pullin' down, I hit the jets, cause I cannot surrender
All my shooters shoot, when we on offense, we is not defenders
I could be the plug, supply the streets, just hit me, I'm the vendor
Bro, be tryna slide, I'm sippin' act, I'm drinkin' all the pop
If he ever lack, the 40 clap, just watch his body drop
My bro just got booked, so now I'm mad, I gotta drop a opp
Not toating on a ghost, y'all fakin' glocks, I'm hoppin' out with dots
That nigga tried to run, he heard that, flrrr he hoppin' out his socks
Don't ask about lil shhh, like where he at, they put em in a box
My niggas having motion, like where we at, been sittin' at the top
OT7 Quanny, while I'm spinnin, cause we got all the drops
How y'all niggas broke, it been a minute, need to move the clocks
Damn, I love the trap, but hate the fiends, and I'm still givin' rocks
We the winning team, that shit was old, but we still sendin' shots
He ain't in the streets, he lil boy, I know he play with blocks
White boy outta town, he shipping runtz, my brody play with crops
All them niggas rats, don't speak to me, bitch, I don't play with cops
Writer: DDX Daym, Ghost Fried
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