SahBabii - One And Done lyrics
[SahBabii - One And Done lyrics]
Bang, bang
Bang, bang
Bang
Four-five, that's a one and
Four-five, that's a one and done
I'm with some killer clowns, yeah
They having fun
I'm on big demon time and I came to hunt
We on big demon time
You niggas fucking punks (yeah)
Put a opp on a plate, we having fucking lunch
His bitch just ate me to the bone
I heard the fucking crunch
I just fucked a mixed bitch
That's a fucking skunk
Walked in that bitch with his bitch
I'm tryna hump her butt cold hearted
Put that two-two-three bundle up
You know this war shit cost some money
Better run it up
He say is it okay to wipe 'em? Nigga
Thumbs up
Dumb fuck, you getting get back, guns up
Big smoke, put them lil' bitty ass lungs up
I'm with some monkeys like
Jumanji in the tundra
I run the Glock so much like I'm sponsored
Who the fuck want smoke? I
Ain't hear no answer
The biggest fucking opp I got is cancer
Rest in peace to Auntie Pat
Why did you vanish?
Four-five, that's a one and done
I'm with some killer clowns, yeah
They having fun
I'm on big demon time and I came to hunt
We on big demon time
You niggas fucking punks
We on big demon time
You niggas fucking punks
We on big demon time
You niggas fucking punks
We on big demon time
You niggas fucking punks
We on big demon time
You niggas fucking punks
Five pistols in the car
Two sticks up in the trunk
Bitch, I gotta move smart like a fucking monk
Yeah, nigga approach me sideways
I'ma fuck him up couple my niggas done died
That shit done fucked me up
Yeah, I ain't with the buddy-buddy
We ain't mad n Skully
If it's the runway, please don't rub me
We get rough like rugby
I'm so EBK, acting like nobody don't love me
I had to trim my circle down
'cause these niggas ain't for me
This shit look pretty
Behind the scenes this shit get ugly
I'm the chosen one
I know about the word "lucky"
He got a shirt wrapped 'round his face
He gon' do 'em yucky
My niggas stood over your dawg and
Turned him to a puppy four-five, yeah
Them bullets thicker than a Snicker
Ain't tryna dick her
It get wicked when I get to tripping
We gon' wet them bitches up
Turn 'em into some swimmers
Move around or get murdered, bitch
That's the dilemma (yeah)
Four-five, that's a one and done
I'm with some killer clowns, yeah
They having fun
I'm on big demon time and I came to hunt
We on big demon time
You niggas fucking punks
Bang, bang
Bang
Four-five, that's a one and
Four-five, that's a one and done
I'm with some killer clowns, yeah
They having fun
I'm on big demon time and I came to hunt
We on big demon time
You niggas fucking punks (yeah)
Put a opp on a plate, we having fucking lunch
His bitch just ate me to the bone
I heard the fucking crunch
I just fucked a mixed bitch
That's a fucking skunk
Walked in that bitch with his bitch
I'm tryna hump her butt cold hearted
Put that two-two-three bundle up
You know this war shit cost some money
Better run it up
He say is it okay to wipe 'em? Nigga
Thumbs up
Dumb fuck, you getting get back, guns up
Big smoke, put them lil' bitty ass lungs up
I'm with some monkeys like
Jumanji in the tundra
I run the Glock so much like I'm sponsored
Who the fuck want smoke? I
Ain't hear no answer
The biggest fucking opp I got is cancer
Rest in peace to Auntie Pat
Why did you vanish?
Four-five, that's a one and done
I'm with some killer clowns, yeah
They having fun
I'm on big demon time and I came to hunt
We on big demon time
You niggas fucking punks
We on big demon time
You niggas fucking punks
We on big demon time
You niggas fucking punks
We on big demon time
You niggas fucking punks
We on big demon time
You niggas fucking punks
Five pistols in the car
Two sticks up in the trunk
Bitch, I gotta move smart like a fucking monk
Yeah, nigga approach me sideways
I'ma fuck him up couple my niggas done died
That shit done fucked me up
Yeah, I ain't with the buddy-buddy
We ain't mad n Skully
If it's the runway, please don't rub me
We get rough like rugby
I'm so EBK, acting like nobody don't love me
I had to trim my circle down
'cause these niggas ain't for me
This shit look pretty
Behind the scenes this shit get ugly
I'm the chosen one
I know about the word "lucky"
He got a shirt wrapped 'round his face
He gon' do 'em yucky
My niggas stood over your dawg and
Turned him to a puppy four-five, yeah
Them bullets thicker than a Snicker
Ain't tryna dick her
It get wicked when I get to tripping
We gon' wet them bitches up
Turn 'em into some swimmers
Move around or get murdered, bitch
That's the dilemma (yeah)
Four-five, that's a one and done
I'm with some killer clowns, yeah
They having fun
I'm on big demon time and I came to hunt
We on big demon time
You niggas fucking punks