One Take lyrics

[Intro]
(Fatt, Ayy)
Fatt, (Ayy), Aye

[Verse]
Tell me how these n*ggas mad?
When I ain't never hold my hand
To these b*tches, I be rude, I refuse to be your man
I'm the one, pop this xan, treat the blunt
I can't stand, I sip lean with my lunch
20 beans in a month
Up in [?], I spent a bunch
b*tch this high tech that I'm sippin', but it look like fruit punch
Made me spaz and now I'm trippin'
Now I'm doin' way too much
If you need me, b*tch, I got you, If you @ me in that clutch
In Mobile gun from Russia, spin my crib
n*gga think sh*t's sweet, I'ma run out my house bussin'
When the f*ck you caught me lackin'?
If I’m anywhere, I'm clutchin'
Give a f*ck about the location, where you play where I'm gon' dump it
I'm thе hardest in the city, my nuts hang like I'm a monkеy
Bro go ape sh*t, I go Donkey
Ain't no n*ggaa gon' take nothin'
n*gga behind this TMK sh*t, It's some serious repercussions
Tryna take a n*gga's soul on the phone, don't discuss it
I’m out my body, out in public
Lose my mind from bein' a junkie
If I pull up, then we f*ckin' If we don't, I block your number
Hearin' words up in the wind, they want me killed and put me under
Is these n*ggas really lyin' and tellin' lies?, sometimes I wonder
b*tch, the ball up in my hand, and I'm gon' score it before I fumble
[Outro]
'Fore i fumble