Sipping on this cup till I pass out
Throwing bands at a stripper till I cash out
Hitting licks on a daily then we dash out
Percs popping on my tongue till I blackout
Ice on the ground
I call it snow
Drip make me drown
But stay afloat
Walking around
Fear of God toes
Don't make a sound
Under your nose
All this money we let it all fly
I'm winning, you're losing, don't call this a tie
Got Earl, we climbing right up to the sky
This is my dream that I'll live till I die
They call me a shooter
Break your ankle scooter
Chilling like a cooler
Moonlight 'cause I'm lunar
Visiting my jeweler
Chained up, gold and silver
You know that we're polar
Kings wrapped in thick fur
The world I conquer
Black horses white
Listen to it purr
Switch to sixth gear life looking like a blur
Pull up hear a skrt
That's my chauffeur
Frozen butter on my wrist
Spread with baguettes
Watch it sparkle like the mist
Watch it drip like it's wet
Gold watch, gold chain
Fancy cars, diamond rings
Sub-Zero AP
You cross me? Fatality
Scorpion Rollie
Ask your girl if she knows me
I beat up the beat like this motherf*cker stole from me
You standing too close
I'm getting dough
Stand on my money feel like Manute Bol
LTE we going coast to coast
We finna hit the function
Say grace and toast
When we all walk in
We running shit
They pay attention don't call us the feds
They hang on
To every word
I wish a sorry motherf*cker really would
To each and every f*cking rapper in the game
Consider this a warning finna make our name
And I'ma end my verse right on the ding
Smoking that tree till we all getting baked
VVS real and I'll still cop a wraith
Shopping feels free, make no mistake
It ain't my birthday but I'll bring home that cake
Cold makes me freeze, collect like a rake
Leaves on the ground like its Halloween day
Big red leaf, not from the states
My money is maple and it's sweet to the taste
Telling your girl to bring all her friends
Just having some fun then I'll throw in some tens
My diamonds so clear that I don't need a lens
I do what the crackers would call a full send
This guap keep on coming I don't see an end
10 on my wrist, keep calling me Ben
She doing all the snow, just hop on a sled
This drip make her wet like a jet ski again
One Day Video (MV)
Performed By: Style 17
Language: English
Length: 2:27
Written by: Earl Ubalde, Lorenzo Gavilan Vargas, Tommy Dinh
Style 17 - One Day Lyrics
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Sipping on this cup till I pass out
Throwing bands at a stripper till I cash out
Hitting licks on a daily then we dash out
Percs popping on my tongue till I blackout
Ice on the ground
I call it snow
Drip make me drown
But stay afloat
Walking around
Fear of God toes
Don't make a sound
Under your nose
All this money we let it all fly
I'm winning, you're losing, don't call this a tie
Got Earl, we climbing right up to the sky
This is my dream that I'll live till I die
They call me a shooter
Break your ankle scooter
Chilling like a cooler
Moonlight 'cause I'm lunar
Visiting my jeweler
Chained up, gold and silver
You know that we're polar
Kings wrapped in thick fur
The world I conquer
Black horses white
Listen to it purr
Switch to sixth gear life looking like a blur
Pull up hear a skrt
That's my chauffeur
Frozen butter on my wrist
Spread with baguettes
Watch it sparkle like the mist
Watch it drip like it's wet
Gold watch, gold chain
Fancy cars, diamond rings
Sub-Zero AP
You cross me? Fatality
Scorpion Rollie
Ask your girl if she knows me
I beat up the beat like this motherf*cker stole from me
You standing too close
I'm getting dough
Stand on my money feel like Manute Bol
LTE we going coast to coast
We finna hit the function
Say grace and toast
When we all walk in
We running shit
They pay attention don't call us the feds
They hang on
To every word
I wish a sorry motherf*cker really would
To each and every f*cking rapper in the game
Consider this a warning finna make our name
And I'ma end my verse right on the ding
Smoking that tree till we all getting baked
VVS real and I'll still cop a wraith
Shopping feels free, make no mistake
It ain't my birthday but I'll bring home that cake
Cold makes me freeze, collect like a rake
Leaves on the ground like its Halloween day
Big red leaf, not from the states
My money is maple and it's sweet to the taste
Telling your girl to bring all her friends
Just having some fun then I'll throw in some tens
My diamonds so clear that I don't need a lens
I do what the crackers would call a full send
This guap keep on coming I don't see an end
10 on my wrist, keep calling me Ben
She doing all the snow, just hop on a sled
This drip make her wet like a jet ski again
Throwing bands at a stripper till I cash out
Hitting licks on a daily then we dash out
Percs popping on my tongue till I blackout
Ice on the ground
I call it snow
Drip make me drown
But stay afloat
Walking around
Fear of God toes
Don't make a sound
Under your nose
All this money we let it all fly
I'm winning, you're losing, don't call this a tie
Got Earl, we climbing right up to the sky
This is my dream that I'll live till I die
They call me a shooter
Break your ankle scooter
Chilling like a cooler
Moonlight 'cause I'm lunar
Visiting my jeweler
Chained up, gold and silver
You know that we're polar
Kings wrapped in thick fur
The world I conquer
Black horses white
Listen to it purr
Switch to sixth gear life looking like a blur
Pull up hear a skrt
That's my chauffeur
Frozen butter on my wrist
Spread with baguettes
Watch it sparkle like the mist
Watch it drip like it's wet
Gold watch, gold chain
Fancy cars, diamond rings
Sub-Zero AP
You cross me? Fatality
Scorpion Rollie
Ask your girl if she knows me
I beat up the beat like this motherf*cker stole from me
You standing too close
I'm getting dough
Stand on my money feel like Manute Bol
LTE we going coast to coast
We finna hit the function
Say grace and toast
When we all walk in
We running shit
They pay attention don't call us the feds
They hang on
To every word
I wish a sorry motherf*cker really would
To each and every f*cking rapper in the game
Consider this a warning finna make our name
And I'ma end my verse right on the ding
Smoking that tree till we all getting baked
VVS real and I'll still cop a wraith
Shopping feels free, make no mistake
It ain't my birthday but I'll bring home that cake
Cold makes me freeze, collect like a rake
Leaves on the ground like its Halloween day
Big red leaf, not from the states
My money is maple and it's sweet to the taste
Telling your girl to bring all her friends
Just having some fun then I'll throw in some tens
My diamonds so clear that I don't need a lens
I do what the crackers would call a full send
This guap keep on coming I don't see an end
10 on my wrist, keep calling me Ben
She doing all the snow, just hop on a sled
This drip make her wet like a jet ski again
Writer: Earl Ubalde, Lorenzo Gavilan Vargas, Tommy Dinh
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid