1 of 1 - ji beats lyrics
(gentle beatz)
it’s the weekend baby girl, huh
what you wanna do? what you wanna see?
she say that she don’t care as long as she with me
i’m riding dirty than b*tch, i’m dodging misdemeanors, felonies
baby please just slow it down, is what the b*tch just keep on telling me
what the b*tch just say? i ain’t listening
hop up out the foreign, what’s up on my neck, that b*tch is glistening
this ain’t from icebox, i went jb’s on the kit
used to be down poor, now vvs on the kid
b*tch i’m one of 1, ask about my feelings, b*tch, i ain’t got none
i ain’t finna walk up in the b*tch unless they let me bring my gun
i ain’t finna stop sippin’ on my cup until my feelings numb
i done spent a 50 ball this summer, b*tch, i do this sh*t for fun
used to be poor, now it’s 1500 dollar kicks
hop up out the lot, in that new, i just copped a whip
conversations with my jeweler, huh, i just copped a wrist
with the sh*t up on my body, huh, i could take your b*tch
but i’m trippin’ sh*t, i ain’t even want the b*tch
d*mn near got whiplash, huh, and i ain’t even launch the b*tch
most these n*ggas talking tough, huh, they ain’t even got a stick
new gl!ck fresh out the box, b*tch, i’m feeling like i’m roddy ricch
dropped the roof on em, now i’m seeing stars
said her last n*gga broke, i had to raise the bar
told the b*tch, follow me, b*tch, i can take you far
went from booking uber trips to driving foreign cars
driving foreign cars, five*star hotels
when i walk up out the b*tch, you know i’m fly as h*ll
good weed and good cologne, i know you can smell
said she want my attention, b*tch, i couldn’t tell
smoking on three strains, smoking on boutiq
if it ain’t hillard pack, then don’t pass to me
only smoke top*shelf, b*tch, i’m a weed critique
drank kicking in, she like, why you mean to me?
one swipe, n*gga, i can change the scenery
eighth of shrooms up in the forest, now a n*gga seeing greenery
n*gga better not try to run up, cause we keep machinery
b*tch, you better take a pic, cause this is the last time you seeing me
b*tch i’m one of 1, ask about my feelings, b*tch, i ain’t got none
i ain’t finna walk up in the b*tch unless they let me bring my gun
i ain’t finna stop sippin’ on my cup until my feelings numb
i done spent a 50 ball this summer, b*tch, i do this sh*t for fun
used to be poor, now it’s 1500 dollar kicks
hop up out the lot, in that new, i just copped a whip
conversations with my jeweler, huh, i just copped a wrist
with the sh*t up on my body, huh, i could take your b*tch
(tsh, n*ggas ain’t even touch 50 bands
n*ggas ain’t even touch 40, 30, 20, 10, tsh, n*ggas going out bad
i just blew 50 this whole summer
i just blew 15 at the mall and sh*t
tsh ion even know what it was for, that sh*t was just for fun, f*ck it
ima get that sh*t back, it is what it is)
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