One Play lyrics

[Intro: UnoTheActivist]
Ronny J, please turn me up

[Chorus]
I f*cked that b*tch and then bought her Birkin
Instagram model, I swear that she perfect
Still kick her out when I'm done, I'ma serve it
I go deep in that b*tch 'til she tell me it's hurting
Fifty racks in this bag made off one play
Skelly AP on my wrist, this ain't no day-day
FN right in the passenger, this my day-date
Still in the trap with the bands, get that box and I send it away

[Verse 1]
Chains on my neck and it's choking me
45. Cal' in my pants and it's poking me
She wanna suck on my di*k, told her "Totally"
Keep a small circle, I know they gon' fold on me
This money done turned me sour ever since n*ggas told on me
All these baguettes on my neck got me cold, feel like a got a coat on me
They wanna ruin my name, ruin my image, they not even knowing me
They used to hate on my music now they call and tell me, "It's growin' on me"
Been doin' this and I do it with ease
Too many styles, they can't keep up with me
f*ck on that b*tch, Uber pool her, she leave
Still in the trap with the bags moving keys
[Chorus]
I f*cked that b*tch and then bought her Birkin
Instagram model, I swear that she perfect
Still kick her out when I'm done, I'ma serve it
I go deep in that b*tch 'til she tell me it's hurting
Fifty racks in this bag made off one play
Skelly AP on my wrist, this ain't no day-day
FN right in the passenger, this my day-date
Still in the trap with the bands, get that box and I send it away

[Verse 2]
Like I'm best fashioned, they know that a young n*gga been holding weight (Weight, b*tch)
I know she gon' eat up the di*k so this b*tch gettin' flewed out the state (Flewed out)
Then getting moved out my way (Yeah)
I cannot trip on a b*tch 'cause they know that I'm having too much on my plate (Ooh)
Put you on first 48 (b*tch)
I got some snakes in the grass, but that's all of my n*ggas, my n*ggas been slime (Slime)
I caught an opp in the corner and I got my Glock, thanking God, perfect timing (Uh)
And if I flash it, it's sparking (Uh)
Big Cullinan, double-park it (Yeah)
I tote my guns in this b*tch, you would think I'm friend with a sergeant (Bah-bah-bah)

[Chorus]
I f*cked that b*tch and then bought her Birkin
Instagram model, I swear that she perfect
Still kick her out when I'm done, I'ma serve it
I go deep in that b*tch 'til she tell me it's hurting
Fifty racks in this bag made off one play
Skelly AP on my wrist, this ain't no day-day
FN right in the passenger, this my day-date
Still in the trap with the bands, get that box and I send it away