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[Intro: *sample*]
"Ch-ch-ch-Cha-Chase Moore"

[Chorus: Illmac]
Hating low-key they like 'f*ck Ill'
See me in the spot then it's love still
I'm just tryna show how them drugs feel
She just wanna show me how that tongue feel
Game of one-on-one
Uh, and b*tch I'm one of one
Yeah, she want a one-on-one
Ooh, b*tch I'm one of one, one of one

[Verse 1: Illmac]
Yeah, got the lab looking like a bake-off
The plug hit me up for that weight loss
Got 'em feeling higher than a space pod
Now I got 'em hooked, uh, R.I.P. Nate Dogg
In my own lane now I'm ready for the takeoff
They just follow e'erybody else like The BasedGod
b*tch I'm 1D
Uh, bossed up, got jumped, still ain't take a L, nah b*tch I'm Lil B
Money to make, about my funnel cake
You want my spot then come and take it, I'll pump ya' brakes
I f*ck Eve in the garden, but it's f*ck a snake
She bring a friend I'm bringing Henn', that's a double date
Ay, no one-on-ones nah, this ain't what you want now
b*tch I'm one of one mobbing down the 101
Got, drugs up in the trunk never put 'em in the front
This is hustle 101 yeah
[Chorus: Geechi Gotti]
Yuh, hating low-key they like 'f*ck Gotti'
He mad 'cause his b*tch let me f*ck probably
Foreign whip, riding in the Maserati
And I'm solo, 'cause I don't trust nobody
Yeah, banging one of one
b*tch I'm one of one, she want a one-on-one
b*tch I'm one of one, b*tch I'm one of one

[Verse 2: Geechi Gotti]
Yeah, yeah
I'm number one like Penny
I f*ck ya' b*tch off the Henny, she get di*k then Denny's
Can't spend a night with me
Hell nah this ain't a joke I want the money and her throat
She call me Gotti or the GOAT
I got the juice with no pulp, that just mean that I'm a shot-caller
I f*ck her once and I do not call her
You n*ggas broke you are not ballers
My money grew I feel a lot taller
Yo' pockets short, you done got smaller
Yeah, yeah, and they hate Gotti like the government
Shut ya' mouth I put my gun in it, her stomach with my son in it
After the head I was done wit' it
I f*cked her sh*t for the f*ck of it
Rumors they can run wit' it
Name a drug I done smuggled it
Ay what's your price 'cause I can double it, it's Gotti n*gga
[Chorus: Geechi Gotti]
Yuh, hating low-key they like 'f*ck Gotti'
He mad 'cause his b*tch let me f*ck probably
Foreign whip, riding in the Maserati
And I'm solo, 'cause I don't trust nobody
Yeah, banging one of one
b*tch I'm one of one, she want a one-on-one
b*tch I'm one of one, b*tch I'm one of one
Yeah, yeah

[Chorus: Illmac]
Hating low-key they like 'f*ck Ill'
See me in the spot then it's love still
I'm just tryna show how them drugs feel
She just wanna show me how that tongue feel
Game of one-on-one
Uh, and b*tch I'm one of one
Yeah, she want a one-on-one
Ooh, b*tch I'm one of one, one of one, yeah

[Outro: Illmac]
LS, Left Side Connect