one n done lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah

[Chorus]
Huh-huh, huh, yeah
Walk—, walk in Saks, lil' b*tch, I cop it
Two-tone stick, I keep that rocket
n*gga broke, he pocket-watchin', yeah
b*tch, I jugg for the fun
Sippin' mud, this not Tuss' (Yeah)
b*tch, I'm boolin' in the trap
Shout out booly, this b*tch slap, yeah
Thirty in that mag'
Lame-ass n*gga, he ain't got no bag
Yo-yo' ho on it, say I'm rad
Ye-yeah, jugg that boy, all bad, huh
[?], you can't caught me lack
I'm on that gas, on jet lag, ya-yah (b*tch, yah)

[Verse]
Yo-yo' ho said that I'm the one
Ta-tap that boy, he ain't got no gun
Hit that jugg, that sh*t for fun
Co-count up blue strips, not no ones
I got that pole then watch them run
A-A-ARP, one and done
Stealin' swag, that boy my son
Sip that red, that sh*t like blood
Off—, off that pack, I'm blowing Runtz
I sell the trap, ho, what you want?
In that Trackhawk, sh*t get spun
Go-got that bad ho, she wan' f*ck
Won't cuff that ho, she get the f*ck—
Co-count that bag, lil' b*tch, I'm up (Lil' b*tch, I'm up) Yeah
Yeah, I'm like, "Ho, like what you want?"
Wit' the bros like, ho, we touring
To-took his gang, he not a factor
He got jugged, he ain't important (Yeah)
b*tch, this double cup I'm pourin' (Yeah)
Drac' and sticks send him to [?]
My—, my slime shootin' sh*t like 'course
She ride, she get up like horse
When I go up, fan hoes gon' try f*ck on me like, yeah, of course
Keep them packs from South and North
SRT, that b*tch go "Roar," yeah
I-in that whip, I'm floorin', huh
Off that X, I'm soarin', yeah
Wi-wit' that Drac', I round up
Won't fight sh*t, then put yo' gun up
He a ho, he somethin' like Gunna
Wa-want yo' stick back? n*gga, shut up (Shut up)
(Yeah)
Huh, huh, yeah
Try to slide, I wish he would
I keep racks, lil' b*tch, I'm good
Walk in this trap like, sh*t, I own it
I rock that sh*t, lil' b*tch, I'm Chrome
I'm wit' gang, that's why we loaded, yeah (Yeah, yeah)
(Yeah)
[Chorus]
Huh-huh, huh, yeah
Walk—, walk in Saks, lil' b*tch, I cop it
Two-tone stick, I keep that rocket
n*gga broke, he pocket-watchin', yeah
b*tch, I jugg for the fun
Sippin' mud, this not Tuss' (Yeah)
b*tch, I'm boolin' in the trap
Shout out booly, this b*tch slap, yeah
Thirty in that mag'
Lame-ass n*gga, he ain't got no bag
Yo-yo' ho on it, say I'm rad
Ye-yeah, jugg that boy, all bad, huh
[?], you can't caught me lack
I'm on that gas, on jet lag, ya-yah (b*tch, on jet lag)