Lyrics RiskTakerLeek – 1 Time

1 Time Lyrics – RiskTakerLeek

Singer: RiskTakerLeek
Title: 1 Time

Dreadhead cut a fool on this one
Grah
Gang
Gang

It’s Fresh808Gang
Bro in the kitchen, he whippin’ it up
You see 700, boy, you better duck
Why? ‘Cause them n#gg# shootin’ sh#t up

Grrah, them n#gg#s don’t give a f#ck
Shots to his stomach, he come out his spine
He not a gangster, he droppin’ them dimes
Gang, that n#gg# p#ss#, one time

That ho in love, I only f#ck one time
Backwood full of dead opps
They don’t ride over here, that’s a headshot
Dickies suit and some Reeboks

I’ll beat out the pack ‘fore I punch a clock
We drop your #ss any time of the year, it ain’t еven gotta be hot
Shoutout big bruh, he bеat up the pot
In traffic with shank, he beat up the block

When we pull up, we ain’t tryna box
We tryna pull up with choppers and Glocks
We aim ’em at you, we don’t aim at your spot
f#ck it, I’ll turn off that K, set up shop

She pop her a Perky and eat up the c#ck
We catch him in traffic, it’s shots in his car
Try to get away, but he won’t make it far
We tryna put us a b#tch in the stars

Bro in the kitchen, he whippin’ it up
You see 700, boy, you better duck
Why? ‘Cause them n#gg# shootin’ sh#t up
Grrah, them n#gg#s don’t give a f#ck

Shots to his stomach, he come out his spine
He not a gangster, he droppin’ them dimes
Gang, that n#gg# p#ss#, one time
That ho in love, I only f#ck one time

Ayy, some n#gg#s just rap, but I’m really like that
You sayin’ you trap, so b#tch, where your ice at?
n#gg#s be dissin’, but I never type back
Just try me in person, put your #ss where a kite at

I’m just ready to bump, so I don’t wear tight sh#t
Light could be on or off, still gon’ see this ice hit
I’m havin’ too much money, you can’t do it like this
All of my Glocks be freaky, you can tell ’cause they like dick

Got a P for thirteen and I sold it for twenty-six
Turn Odell Beckham to Saquon Barkley
I’m smokin’ Cookie like Bob Marley
b#tch, this Chrome Hearts, not Ed Hardy

Don’t reach for my chain, got the Glock in the party
White b#tch in the Sprinter and she goin’ gnarly
White b#tch in the Sprinter and she goin’ crazy
And you won’t see me out unless somebody pay me

Sippin’ on Wock’, sh#t got me lazy
Can’t lie, that lil’ ho played me
Know that b#tch wish she ain’t play me
She wanna f#ck me to this day

I ain’t gon’ lie, my money crazy
I got a hundred in my savings
Stack this sh#t up for my babies
I’m booked up, come get you a date [Dreadhead cut a fool on this one

Come get you a date
Bro in the kitchen, he whippin’ it up
You see 700, boy, you better duck
Why? ‘Cause them n#gg# shootin’ sh#t up

Grrah, them n#gg#s don’t give a f#ck
Shots to his stomach, he come out his spine
He not a gangster, he droppin’ them dimes
Gang, that n#gg# p#ss#, one time

That ho in love, I only f#ck one time
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