Bitches be talkin' I don't even hear 'em
Opps be slidin' I don't even fear 'em
I'm comin' to beat the street
Comin' to live it up
Smokin' hella weed so I stay straight up
Don't feel your energy only me and day ones
I got the recipe that shit A1
Nobody testin' me I got a bankroll
Nobody pressing me I got a Draco
Hold up, big drip
I give a f*ck who you been with
Bring him up
Slam him down
Smoke dope, everyone round' me stay lit
Me and me boys gon kick shit
Perc 30 is up on my wish list
Slayin' hoes be vicious
They can never handle this dick
Like ooh, ooh, this bitch wanna mess up my drip
Told this bitch I got too much of this
You know I had to leave her, she fiend for the rips
Uh, like how you do that, boy you got all of that swag?
Spending this money I be popping these tags
I can't get the drip from my moms or my dad
I got all this drip from just getting the bag
Can't f*ck with that bitch cause she just likes my whip
She fiend for the money so I pull out the grip
I take her ass back all the way to the crib
And you know damn well I'm gonna nut on her lip
And the opps come around and they talking their shit
We pull out the stick and you know that they dip
I ain't no shooter, but my boy empty the clip
He let that shit blow, and all of them hit
(Yung Gob)
(You already what the f*ck is going on)
Heard of a whole lotta talkin'
Pussy boy stop it
Best watch yo mouth you get popped quick
Rick Ross all up in my pockets
For those who doubted me, I'll make sure that y'all stop talking
VVs on all of my watches
That shit be cold it be icy
Ya main bitch wanna be my wifey
Know a lotta niggas still tryna fight me
I ain't a regular nigga
I'm hella zooted of a perc
My niggas is not one to play
So pussy boy I'd watch ya words
Gettin' the bag I won't stop it, they call me Osama I got them big rockets
If you want beef, better go back it up
We pull up in beamers you pull up in Acura's
Doin' this shit is a breeze
Can't f*ck with no thot can't f*ck with no trees
I cash a check every week
Gotta make sure that my dawgs gettin breesh
A1 (feat. Draco 1200 & Yung Naes) Video (MV)
Performed By: Yung Gob
Language: English
Length: 2:30
Written by: Gabe Wilkowski, Jaimin Shah, Sean Asante
Yung Gob - A1 (feat. Draco 1200 & Yung Naes) Lyrics
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Bitches be talkin' I don't even hear 'em
Opps be slidin' I don't even fear 'em
I'm comin' to beat the street
Comin' to live it up
Smokin' hella weed so I stay straight up
Don't feel your energy only me and day ones
I got the recipe that shit A1
Nobody testin' me I got a bankroll
Nobody pressing me I got a Draco
Hold up, big drip
I give a f*ck who you been with
Bring him up
Slam him down
Smoke dope, everyone round' me stay lit
Me and me boys gon kick shit
Perc 30 is up on my wish list
Slayin' hoes be vicious
They can never handle this dick
Like ooh, ooh, this bitch wanna mess up my drip
Told this bitch I got too much of this
You know I had to leave her, she fiend for the rips
Uh, like how you do that, boy you got all of that swag?
Spending this money I be popping these tags
I can't get the drip from my moms or my dad
I got all this drip from just getting the bag
Can't f*ck with that bitch cause she just likes my whip
She fiend for the money so I pull out the grip
I take her ass back all the way to the crib
And you know damn well I'm gonna nut on her lip
And the opps come around and they talking their shit
We pull out the stick and you know that they dip
I ain't no shooter, but my boy empty the clip
He let that shit blow, and all of them hit
(Yung Gob)
(You already what the f*ck is going on)
Heard of a whole lotta talkin'
Pussy boy stop it
Best watch yo mouth you get popped quick
Rick Ross all up in my pockets
For those who doubted me, I'll make sure that y'all stop talking
VVs on all of my watches
That shit be cold it be icy
Ya main bitch wanna be my wifey
Know a lotta niggas still tryna fight me
I ain't a regular nigga
I'm hella zooted of a perc
My niggas is not one to play
So pussy boy I'd watch ya words
Gettin' the bag I won't stop it, they call me Osama I got them big rockets
If you want beef, better go back it up
We pull up in beamers you pull up in Acura's
Doin' this shit is a breeze
Can't f*ck with no thot can't f*ck with no trees
I cash a check every week
Gotta make sure that my dawgs gettin breesh
Opps be slidin' I don't even fear 'em
I'm comin' to beat the street
Comin' to live it up
Smokin' hella weed so I stay straight up
Don't feel your energy only me and day ones
I got the recipe that shit A1
Nobody testin' me I got a bankroll
Nobody pressing me I got a Draco
Hold up, big drip
I give a f*ck who you been with
Bring him up
Slam him down
Smoke dope, everyone round' me stay lit
Me and me boys gon kick shit
Perc 30 is up on my wish list
Slayin' hoes be vicious
They can never handle this dick
Like ooh, ooh, this bitch wanna mess up my drip
Told this bitch I got too much of this
You know I had to leave her, she fiend for the rips
Uh, like how you do that, boy you got all of that swag?
Spending this money I be popping these tags
I can't get the drip from my moms or my dad
I got all this drip from just getting the bag
Can't f*ck with that bitch cause she just likes my whip
She fiend for the money so I pull out the grip
I take her ass back all the way to the crib
And you know damn well I'm gonna nut on her lip
And the opps come around and they talking their shit
We pull out the stick and you know that they dip
I ain't no shooter, but my boy empty the clip
He let that shit blow, and all of them hit
(Yung Gob)
(You already what the f*ck is going on)
Heard of a whole lotta talkin'
Pussy boy stop it
Best watch yo mouth you get popped quick
Rick Ross all up in my pockets
For those who doubted me, I'll make sure that y'all stop talking
VVs on all of my watches
That shit be cold it be icy
Ya main bitch wanna be my wifey
Know a lotta niggas still tryna fight me
I ain't a regular nigga
I'm hella zooted of a perc
My niggas is not one to play
So pussy boy I'd watch ya words
Gettin' the bag I won't stop it, they call me Osama I got them big rockets
If you want beef, better go back it up
We pull up in beamers you pull up in Acura's
Doin' this shit is a breeze
Can't f*ck with no thot can't f*ck with no trees
I cash a check every week
Gotta make sure that my dawgs gettin breesh
Writer: Gabe Wilkowski, Jaimin Shah, Sean Asante
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid