VonOff1700 - 1 Of Them lyrics

(Lollypop)
Y'all dick ridin' my appearance, bro
The f**k? (Uh, come on)
You dumbass, come on
(Take my ad-libs out, turnt up, not
Burnt up, diss on the gang
Gon' get your dumb ass sent up)
Alright, for real

Nigga, what 'bout the opps?
Them niggas some bitches
(What 'bout the opps? They
Ass some bitch-ass niggas)
They get hit with switches and
Run out of town (The f**k?)
Last nigga dissed on the gang
Go check up on him
I think he six feet in the ground (He dead)
Hit his ass all in his legs
And he got back up
So spin this bitch right back around


I see one of the opps, unlock my door
I'm finna dump him down
Brr, bah, bah, this bitch loud
That's how that ten M sound (You know that)
The last nigga thought it was
Sweet and dropped his lo'
His ass nowhere to be found (His dead ass)
Tell the opps spin our block
We out right now
Postеd up with unlimited rounds
My last vic' ain't see it comin'
Shot him all in his stomach
We caught his dumb ass out of bounds (Okay)

He had a good shot on my
Hеad, I'm supposed to be dead
Take his gun 'cause that nigga a clown
(Dumbass) just got two twin Dracs, one
Of them black and nigga, the other one brown
His dumb ass died eatin' chips
He was shakin' his hips
Now we smoke his dumb ass out the pound
(Smokin') beat up his ride from the front
To the back to the side
Now he gotta get his shit out the pound
(The f**k?)
He tried to come swim with the sharks
He ain't had no heart and that's
How his dumb ass drowned (Dumbass, man)
Caught his ass tryna get drunk
And bounced out on him
We killed his dumb ass at The Lounge
(His dumb ass)
He dissed on the gang, the nigga
Must think it's a game
But he finna figure it out (For real)
You be talkin' that shit on the
'Gram, so when we catch you
We shootin' your ass in your mouth

This VonOff1700 motherf**ker
He—, ayy, he one of them he is one of them

Nigga, what 'bout the opps?
Them niggas some bitches (Hoes)
They get hit with switches and
Run out of town (They bitch ass, the f**k?)
Last nigga dissed on the gang
Go check up on him
I think he six feet in the ground (He dead)
Hit his ass all in his legs
And he got back up
So spin this bitch right back around
I see one of the opps, unlock my door
I'm finna dump him down
Brr, bah, bah, this bitch loud
That's how that ten M sound (You know that)
The last nigga thought it was
Sweet and dropped his lo'
His ass nowhere to be found (His dead ass)
Tell the opps spin our block
We out right now
Posted up with unlimited rounds (We out)
My last vic' ain't see it comin'
(We ran up) , shot him all in his stomach
We caught his dumb ass out of bounds
(Dumbass)