1 on 1 lyrics

[Intro : Jerry west]
41, This sh*t come with my heart
I can't see cause i shoot through the dark
Come with a ruger i’m letting it spark
Kr my brother he shoot let it bark
Dotty a dummy he died in the park
Spin through my block you not making it far
Move like i’m Kyrie i shoot One on One
Stay with my gang, we don’t do One on One

[Verse 1 : Jerry west]
I don’t box i just do gun on gun
Talk on my trip, i’m like how did u run
With my b*tch she just shoot you for fun
I’m a demon i shoot like i’m X
I don’t double back i won’t talk to a Ex
Double back cause i shoot like i’m Seth
Cdot he keep him a blick in a tech
When i shoot I’m a aim for the neck
Can't f*ck with a b*tch got me vexed
DaeDae Just shoot ‘em my n*gga be bugging
Dotty You never did nothing you fronting
Now we blowing sh*t up in a dozen
I be bugging i’m letting my chop blow
Shoot through your taco, dealing like chapo
When i aim, i don’t care where your top go
Give me the matho sing it like rocco
Nine on side, Oh that’s a block though
Shooting like curry, don’t care where rock go
She a baddie she shake it like Megan
Spin with a Forty it’s kickin like Tekken
I gave her the di*k now she begging
If that b*tch is a leg than she legging
Im a beat it up right through her leggings (Glahh)
If it’s beef then it’s beef, ain't no deading
[Verse 2 : Kyle richh]
Spot me a Flex and i’m taking that risk
Like, f*ck it just empty the clip
What, I go dumb with the gun on my hip
That b*tch a thot got her tongue on my di*k
She acting up put the gun on her lip
Smoking Dotty the dummy that boy is a kid
I’m a dump it and up it again
Got a knock im a clutch in public again
Said they running and ducking again b*tch i don’t show no love don’t do nothing for-
He tried to creep but he though i ain’t peep
Like, Don’t run got the beam on the seat
Tdot, and carter, 3 deep in the V
Like, I’m really Kr da g
Too tact, can’t [?]
Gotta give her the boot once i give her the D

[Verse 3 : Jerry west]
How you spin and get hit off your bike
GBG cause we making it right
Something is wrong, cause that boy not alright
With my vision i shoot through my sight
For my shorty i’m making it right
Not shooting like carter i go through the right
Shooting movies i’m feeling like Spike
Talk on my b*tch you just wanna fight
To be honest you really was right
Holding my gun, while i’m holding you tight
Roll a spliff while you watching me write
Im a demon i shoot outta spite
[Outro : Kyle richh]
If i spot me Flex then it’s up
In that fanny i’m gripping that what
I’m on the block with them drillas and ootas
I love all my n*ggas that fanny a must
For all of my brothers i’m taking that risk, Like