Letra The one Hotboii

The one

(Thanks, Yakree)
They talkin' bout it, I'm livin' it
(Krishna on the beat)
Yeah

Uh, uh
Never been a hater, always gettin' money
Always kept me a gun, I ain't goin' for nothin'
I just copped three AR's for fun
They don't know how fire I've become
I took a plain Rollie and I bust it down
Took a minute to realize I am the one (I am the one)
If you ain't ready to slide 'bout me, you can't come around (Around)

I could see you niggas weren't with it
I wasn't even close by, nowhere around when they hit
And for my niggas in the sky, I pour out of the fifth
Gotta have it strategized, it ain't checkers, it's chess
Drop a check, we gon' wet 'em, get no rest
I ain't friendly, I ain't ridin' with nobody without the TEC
If I'm friends with the opps, enemies, they kept it real
See, I'm shining hard, I done put these diamonds in Rolex
Freestyle, yeah, this is off my head
Get on these beats now and eat now, no, I cannot forget
Back when my J's, they was beat down and my pockets full of lead
I told Lil Tone to grab the rebound and that's only if I miss
My plan is to score, ran it up, and ran it up some more
Ain't playing with these hoes, I just keep on dogging as I go
I just wanna know, baby, would you die for me for sure?
Yeah, I just wanna know

Uh, uh
Never been a hater, always gettin' money
Always kept me a gun, I ain't goin' for nothin'
I just copped three AR's for fun
They don't know how fire I've become
I took a plain Rollie and I bust it down
Took a minute to realize I am the one (I am the one)
If you ain't ready to slide 'bout me, you can't come around

Oh
Cut the fan on
Oh-oh
Next one hot, cut the fan on
Baby