WHOda1

My cup gone, still can't sleep, twenty M's on my mind, I'm thinkin'

Bitch, you can count yo hands, yo feet

How many niggas that you met like me?

Hoe done went ghost, I still ain't seen her

Soak this game lil bro let it sink in

I don't know Rolling Stone but they know me though (Swear to god)

Put me at plate make the hit like Jeter

I'm the only shark that's above sea level (Yeha)

Green light his ass talkin' like a female (Bop bop bop)

All my dollar signs blue like Sears (Fff beep)

Protectin' my oil, she been middle eastern

I can't even lie, man I like her she decent

I'm overseas more than [?

Bitches ain't loyal they sneakin' and linkin'

Five thousand ain't shit to me, I sneeze it

I feel the M's in the air, Beanie Seagal

One's in the air, she entitled to keep it

Can't have my heart, baby, take it or leave it

If I go broke everybody will tease me

Fuckin' broke bitches, I just don't believe it

Just to get free, he will give the whole team up

Fantasia he singin', but ain't really pleadin'

Is you the one fuckin'? Was scared of Lil Weezy

Who the 1? Who the 1?

Bitch, who the 1?

Who the 1? (Huh?)

Who the 1? (Tell me whatchu think though like), who the 1?

Bitch, who the 1? (Who the 1 you know?)

Who the 1?

Who the 1? (Whatchu think?), who the 1? (AP on my wrist, man)

You know who the fuck it is

L-O-V-E, these fuck niggas love hatin' on me

Money, weed, PT's my big 3 fuck the Miami heat (Beat Miami bitch)

T-R-A-P, been sellin' work I was bout 13 (Trap, nigga)

Damn, that's captain save-a-hoe

Look in the sky it's a bird, it's a plane (It's a bird, it's a plane)

Ay little momma I know what you sayin'

My hoodie Jose but I'm not a saint

Don't make me give yo lil hoe to the game

She get on that PJ her phone ain't gone ring

You wit us or not ain't no in between

All my bitches thick ain't no Coi Lerays

You a grown man but got you feelin' a way

She got a hoe nigga still taggin' my name

L-O-V-E, these fuck niggas love hating on me

T-R-A-P, I ain't new to this, this shit in my gene

She just a freak link, fucked up skate, had to hit the Lil Weez

R-O-C-K, rock on our opps as soon as we meet

Money, weed, PT's, my big 3 can be Curry, KD

Deebo, Smokey, niggas always talk shit when I leave

Prostitutes grabbin' on my arm, gotta keep trick up my sleeve

No Blake, trippin' on my wealth, fuckin' around wit Dominique

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Girl, Who the 1?

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Who the 1? Gangerski