One Shot lyrics

[Intro]
Shot with the strap, I'm slamming some sh*t
You better hope this b*tch jam or some sh*t
The demon in me, I'ma channel that b*tch (Ayy)
Ride with this metal, dismantle some sh–
(Angel ate this ho)
Ayy

[Chorus]
One shot n*gga (Bah), I aim it at you (Bah)
Real talk n*gga, you know I'ma shoot (Bah)
Fake Wok' thought he was sipping on gook
Straight drop a four, not a deuce (Pew)
K-roll that boy, and then run off with that (Heh)
And then head to the trap think I'm busting a zip down (Busting a zip)
When we get up, up, get down (Down)
Used to be with it, but he ain't on sh*t now

[Verse]
Knock off your fit, and get in where you fit now
Oh, .762 that's a big round
b*tch n*gga Jeffin' on Twitter, a big clown
I be on my wave, you sh*t n*ggas sit down (Ayy)
b*tch, n*gga I squeeze
Happy birthday to me with a new ACP
Or MGP, or POV
Or get in her stomach like her DOC
Ayy, rip stick b*tch I don't skate
But I grind with a pipe and I ride every day
And now you in front of that wraith, man a n*gga don't know when I silence the 'K
Don't fall out your body just tryna get buck
Know some killas do some homi's, and sh*t for a buck, huh
Shoot this sh*t out the trunk
Clip extended, you can't even fit if you tuck
[Bridge]
Shot with the strap, I'm slamming some sh*t
You better hope this b*tch jam or some sh*t
The demon in me, I'ma channel that b*tch (Ayy)
Ride with this metal, dismantle some sh*t

[Verse 2]
HK, MP, cut a n*gga sh*t up (Cut a n*gga sh*t up)
We finna stop buying straps and start building them b*tches (Building them b*tches)
Head to the hills with them b*tches (b*tches)
Ain't finish school, ain't make much of a difference (No)
I sat up front 'cause they know I ain't listen (Heh)
Show up to lunch and sell pills to them b*tches (Them b*tches)
Heist got a pump, let that b*tch get to kickin' (Kick)
Rifle cook n*ggas, you get in the kitchen
See me in person, now she on a mission (Ayy)
Choking that b*tch, yeah she get a submission (Submission)
Choppas like Harley, find out where you kickin' (You kickin')
Crashing the party, this sh*t a collision

[Chorus]
One shot n*gga (Bah), I aim it at you (Bah)
Real talk n*gga, you know I'ma shoot (Bah)
Fake Wok' thought he was sipping on gook (Ayy)
Straight drop a four, not a deuce (Bah)
K-roll that boy, and then run off with that (Heh)
And then head to the trap think I'm busting a zip down (Busting a zip)
When we get up, up, get down (Down)
Used to be with it, but he ain't on sh*t now