You Not Da Only 1 lyrics

by

Glokk40Spaz


[Intro]
(Ay, Chapo)
Ain't talm 'bout Glocks, Ain't talm 'bout nun'
(Damn, Trgc made that?)
(Brr)
Yeah

[Chorus]
n*gga, we trap too, n*gga, you ain't the only one trappin' outta bando
Who the f*ck said GF, BL runnin' outta ammo?
Running at the opp house with the stick, n*gga dressed in all damn camo
Mm, these b*tches think they smart, these hoes getting played like piano
White boy parked in the parking garage, man BL came in and took that boy Lambo'
Huh, I chose that lifestyle, man that sh*t was a gamble
Huh, we huntin' the opp like animal, man we preying on mammals
I ain't trippin n*gga, only thing I had, man I had to put a damn deuce in the Snapple
I ain't trippin, I'ma just get your b*tch ass wacked if you tattle

[Verse]
Hm, Kilo go wack, his ass, n*gga keep talking that crazy sh*t
Mе and King30 on the east side, man, wе chase a fake crip
Can't say too much I'm still fightin' them cases
If he say too much, i'm gon' find him and face him
You don't want that, man, that b*tch too basic
Bag right there, man, you know i'm gon' chase it
I'm tryna get one under my belt
Strip that boy naked, man, that boy need help
Pop his ass with this Glock, I watch his ass melt
When I got the damn fye, I call the shot, won't need no ref'
When the gang shot at yo' ass, he missed, boy yo' b*tch ass blessed
We finna spread him out quick, we ain't stressin'
His motion slow, like Ed, Edd and Eddy
We finna eat that plate, my capo low said he breakfast
Jump in the water with that Glock, it got stung like a jellyfish
Shoot him in the stomach, that n*gga got a sh*tbag
When it come to robbin' n*ggas, boy, I'm A Class
Capo say, "Go do that job," I'ma do that fast
JuGliz down the road, n*gga hit my DM
Whoa told me to go over there and go spin
Dumb, pus*y n*gga wanna be with BL, man, they know we gon' win
AK bite him like a shark, man, that n*gga shrunk, n*gga, went out bad, dip like a chip
[Chorus]
n*gga, we trap too, n*gga, you ain't the only one trappin' outta bando
Who the f*ck said GF, BL runnin' outta ammo?
Running at the opp house with the stick, n*gga dressed in all damn camo
Mm, these b*tches think they smart, these hoes getting played like piano
White boy parked in the parking garage, man BL came in and took that boy Lambo'
Huh, I chose that lifestyle, man that sh*t was a gamble
Huh, we huntin' the opp like animal, man we preying on mammals
I ain't trippin n*gga, only thing I had, man I had to put a damn deuce in the Snapple
I ain't trippin, I'ma just get your b*tch ass wacked if you tattle
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