OnE-tWo lyrics

[Intro]
This sh*t so f*cking hard
RealRed so f*ckin' 'bove it bruh!
Poppin' big sh*t
One, one, one, one, one, one

[Chorus]
One-two, Skip to the loot
Three-four, Go get the dough
Five-six, pick up the stick
Seven-eight, go get some more
Nine hoes, all of em tens
Make that eleven, cuz one brought her friends
f*ck 12, they judge you by skin
f*ck 12, I’ll say it again
One-two, Skip to the loot
Three-four, Go get the dough
Five-six, pick up the stick
Seven-eight, go get some more
Nine hoes, all of em tens
Make that eleven, cuz one brought her friends
f*ck 12, they judge you by skin
f*ck 12, I’ll say it again

[Verse 1]
When they see young n*ggas flexin'
I think they get jealous
Plus it ain’t sh*t they can tell us
Spent they whole salary and that was just on one necklace
Got ‘em like what is he sellin'
Burn ya like calories, pistol gone keep me protected
Chop ya just like some propellers
Soon as they walk in the spot, these lil' b*tches get naked, they wanna hang with the fellas
They stop me at TSA
Lookin all in my duffle, they think I’m a smuggler
Let me make me a PSA
I done took it legit but still look like a hustler
I just stay out these b*tches way
Sittin back thumbin' thru racks, think I’m f*ckin my knuckles up
Scream this sh*t til' my last day
It’s gon always be f*ck em, cuz they locked my brothers up
Pretty lil' bitties see me they just stop and they drool
Spent pretty pennies on all of my jewels
Smokin on stank, it resemble manure
You be wit sheep, I be hangin' with wolves
Bussed down a pendant right after I drew it
Neck and wrist dripping like some kind of fluid
Move like a boss, taught myself how to do it
You’ll get took out if we really into it
[Chorus]
One-two, Skip to the loot
Three-four, Go get the dough
Five-six, pick up the stick
Seven-eight, go get some more
Nine hoes, all of em tens
Make that eleven, cuz one brought her friends
f*ck 12, they judge you by skin
f*ck 12, I’ll say it again
One-two, Skip to the loot
Three-four, Go get the dough
Five-six, pick up the stick
Seven-eight, go get some more
Nine hoes, all of em tens
Make that eleven, cuz one brought her friends
f*ck 12, they judge you by skin
f*ck 12, I’ll say it again

[Verse 2]
n*ggas hate me, but my sh*t they b*tches be bumpin'
I’m a young n*gga with money so people look at me funny
They play my sh*t in the function, I bet that b*tch get to jumpin'
I’m ridin' around wit a blondie
Her head game on Kelly Bundy(stupid)
Can’t stop my shine cuz a n*gga too litty
Walked in this b*tch and brought Tha Committee
All that talk, I don’t want nothin' to do with it
I want the mouth of ya pretty lil' bitty
I only f*ck on her when I’m in her city
f*ck her lil' feelings, won’t show her no pity
I’m picky, the b*tch gotta be more than pretty
Cuz she might go tell somebody we did it
Pistol on me, cuz these n*ggas be grimy
f*ck the police, I’ma kill em with kindness
Smile at them b*tches and show off my diamonds
I went and ran up a check off of rhyming
Don’t like to talk got em thinkin' I’m miming
Pockets on fat pokin out like a hiney
Keep me a sack like a motherf*ckin lineman
b*tch I’m the sh*t you ain’t gotta remind me
[Chorus]
One-two, Skip to the loot
Three-four, Go get the dough
Five-six, pick up the stick
Seven-eight, go get some more
Nine hoes, all of em tens
Make that eleven, cuz one brought her friends
f*ck 12, they judge you by skin
f*ck 12, I’ll say it again
One-two, Skip to the loot
Three-four, Go get the dough
Five-six, pick up the stick
Seven-eight, go get some more
Nine hoes, all of em tens
Make that eleven, cuz one brought her friends
f*ck 12, they judge you by skin
f*ck 12, I’ll say it again