1ON1 lyrics

[Intro]
Jayy?...
Why do these n*ggas keep talking reckless like you not wit the sh*ts????
You that n*gga and I think you should remind them
I love you Jayy

[Chorus]
How you want that 1 on 1
How bout that 2 on 2
He said he want some smoke what you really finna do
And yo b*tch, yea she a fan
She texting my phone like whats the mood
I got that blicky, its sticky like glue
Rocking designer,I swear that its new
I'm f*cking his b*tch and he don't have a clue
He said he want beef,imma stir like some stew
My nina go (ble, ble, ble) kaboom
He talking crazy when I step in the room
Thеse n*ggas dust he get swеpt like a broom
My nina an antman on top finna bloom
Stop all that talkin' of you not gon shoot
My n*ggas by us and they follow the rules
Chasin these bands, yea i'm chasin these blues
How you get b*tches, but smokin' that juice
Give a f*ck about talkin', give a f*ck about school
Don't speak on my name unless all of it's true
These n*ggas scared and I swear that they fools, the f*ck is you saying I don't have a clue
They talk about me, yea they talk about who
Its RJX you can't f*ck wit the crew

[Verse]
I might hop on that jet to ride kiki
She tried to dub me but now wanna see me
Ice on my wrist she cause she loving my VVs
Hit the b*tch from the back now she feeling sleepy
She sending blue hearts but her name is not kiki
Catch us a hoe cause these b*tches to greedy
Can't f*ck with n*ggas cause these n*ggas needy
I'm anti-social cause people to sneaky
He said he that n*gga but can't get no hoes
It's RJX and we kicking yo doors
He said he bout it, my n*ggas on go
Never off drugs, but im stacking my dough
Sorry for that, but im gripping this pole
Knowing I said it you get it its cool
These n*ggas hating I already know
I'm at the top and I cannot go low
I am that n*gga no average Joe
You not my n*gga cause you is a fraud
Imma swerve in the coup, in the ufo
Imma swerve in the coup, in the ufo

[Chorus]
How you want that 1 on 1
How bout that 2 on 2
He said he want some smoke what you really finna do
And yo b*tch, yea she a fan
She texting my phone like whats the mood
I got that blicky, its sticky like glue
Rocking designer,I swear that its new
I'm f*cking his b*tch and he don't have a clue
He said he want beef,imma stir like some stew
My nina go (ble, ble, ble) kaboom
He talking crazy when I step in the room
These n*ggas dust he get swept like a broom
My nina an antman on top finna bloom
Stop all that talkin' of you not gon shoot
My n*ggas by us and they follow the rules
Chasin these bands, yea i'm chasin these blues
How you get b*tches, but smokin' that juice
Give a f*ck about talkin', give a f*ck about school
Don't speak on my name unless all of it's true
These n*ggas scared and I swear that they fools, the f*ck is you saying I don't have a clue
They talk about me, yea they talk about who
Its RJX you can't f*ck wit the crew