One Time lyrics

[Intro: DJ Drama]
Yeah
One thing you n*ggas could never count
Is how many classics I got under my belt
Hahaha (One time)
Try me
(b*tch, you know Antt did the beat)

[Verse 1: Icewear Vezzo]
I ain't no b*tch, I ain't no ho, I ain't no rat or none of that
Bro, f*ck that 'Cat, we pull up strapped, don't get caught lackin', double back
These n*ggas' hoes and since they finished, you had a bag and fumbled that
I ain't been the same since they locked B up, I just want my brother back
Can't tell no lies, f*ck the 'Gram, don't risk my life, the flag for life
Been through some sh*t, I'm blessed for life, but still got pain, it's in my eyes
This ain't your lane, bro you playin' games? What gain, I'm pickin' side
Stand on business, sit 'em down, we fry sh*t like Mr. Chow's
I-I-I'm with felons, ain't no n*gga gave me sh*t except my celly
The streets been dead, it's too much tellin', I turned up with all my felons
I shed blood, sweat and tears, for all this sh*t, I need my blessings
Rollie bustin', this b*tch dancin', play for keys, that's how we steppin', yeah

[Chorus: Icewear Vezzo & Jeezy]
One time for all the n*ggas that's trappin' (That's trappin')
Two times for all the n*ggas that's flexin' (Yeah)
Middle finger to the pus*y n*ggas that's tellin' (f*ck 'em)
Three times for the real n*ggas in heaven (All real n*ggas)
And four times for the bad b*tches that's steppin' (All the bad b*tches, Snowman)
Fi-fi-five times for them n*ggas out here really gettin' it (Gettin' it)
Six times for them n*ggas out here really livin' it (Yeah)
Your favorite rapper, yeah, I heard about 'em, turned witness
Seven times for us business men, we still in business
[Verse 2: Jeezy]
Look, it come to talkin' this yola, you n*ggas know who the champ
The sh*t gon' jump out the gym and you can tell by the stamp
Wanna know what color it is and you can tell when it's stamped
AR-15 with the drum, the nightstand by the lamp
Yeah, Call-Call Of Duty sh*t, when it's bed time
Ain't runnin' from nothin' but some fed time
J hit my other phone, that my bread-line
Have my money in three days, that the deadline
Gray tape, Arm & Hammer, Coca Cola, n*gga (Coca Cola, n*gga)
Got the green and the white, bipolar, n*gga (Yeah)
So many fold, and the babies need a stroller, n*gga (Woo)
Duffle bags so heavy, need a shoulder, n*gga
Escalade dope panels, hold a fifty
Pyrex vision bowl, left it sticky (Yeah)
Guess who got the lowest numbers in the city? (Who?)
Snow, run this motherf*cker like I'm Diddy (Huh, yeah)

[Chorus: Icewear Vezzo & Jeezy]
One time for all the n*ggas that's trappin' (That's trappin')
Two times for all the n*ggas that's flexin' (Yeah)
Middle finger to the pus*y n*ggas that's tellin' (f*ck 'em)
Three times for the real n*ggas in heaven (All real n*ggas)
And four times for the bad b*tches that's steppin' (All the bad b*tches)
Fi-fi-five times for them n*ggas out here really gettin' it (Gettin' it)
Six times for them n*ggas out here really livin' it (Yeah)
Your favorite rapper, yeah, I heard about 'em, turned witness
Seven times for us business men, we still in business
[Outro: DJ Drama]
Gangsta Grizzills
This ain't no Sesame Street
Call me Count Dramula (Dramatic n*gga)
Hahaha
You n*ggas can't f*ck with me