1 on 1 - D-Block Europe

He so brazy (I)

Okay

Yeah, yeah

Okay, okay

Got a nigga on the way and he call for a one-on-one (Okay, okay)

Got a little birdie in the flat and I hope that the jakes don't come (Okay)

I done gave nine K to K, came back with a— Oh my God

Had a drop-top Merc' and a kid by twenty-one

I ain't tryna throw hands with no one's son (Son)

Bag full of big, big Runtz (Runtz)

I'm eatin' her good, make her— Oh my— (Hahaha)

Might fuck around and swim to her (Phew)

Molly on, molly on, molly on, molly on, molly on, molly on tongues

Got a whole lot of racks on me, got a whole lot of racks on me

Few milli' gonna fix your pain, gonna live your fantasy

Wanna suck the skin off me, wanna lick the tats off me

Pussy so good, wanna buy you a house, wanna move your family

She cannot see the bad in me, this weed creepin', it's attackin' me

In a speed Demon and I'm doin' one-eighty while she in my passenger seat

Go Goyard, tell her, "Make it in pink"

Right now, you're makin' me think

Turn on the bros, that's not the way, not the code

That's not the way that we live (Okay, okay)

Got a nigga on the way and he call for a one-on-one (Okay, okay)

Got a little birdie in the flat and I hope that the jakes don't come (Okay)

I done gave nine K to K, came back with a— Oh my God

Had a drop-top Merc' and a kid by twenty-one (One, one)

I ain't tryna throw hands with no one's son (Son)

Bag full of big, big Runtz (Runtzs)

I'm eatin' her good, make her— Oh my— (Hahaha)

Might fuck around and swim to her (Phew)

Molly on, molly on, molly on, molly on, molly on, molly on tongues

Please don't ask in the hearse, if you know it kills you, won't make this worse, yeah

I'm on the road still, on the same curb, gotta make a swerve, yeah

I tell her, "What you prefer? Virgil or Birks? Let's make a purchase"

You can do Isabel, not Michael Kors, that shit's the worst, yeah

She wanna be the fur, she is the fur

I roll on Miami, I'm lettin' it burn

Newest edition, I came in a puff

Smoke from the tires, I'm lettin' it burn, bitch

I'm back in the Rollsy

Baby girl, nice and cozy

Red seats like a nosebleed

I'm just deepin' what you told me

I told my lady to order some racks, go get it on Glovo

I told my jeweller to pattern me ice, I'ma get it tomorrow

I told my nigga to pour me a four and it's straight out the bottle

I told my bitch, "It's a Urus, it ain't no Gallardo (Okay, okay)

Got a nigga on the way and he call for a one-on-one (Okay, okay)

Got a little birdie in the flat and I hope that the jakes don't come (Okay)

I done gave nine K to K, came back with a— Oh my God

Had a drop-top Merc' and a kid by twenty-one (One, one)

I ain't tryna throw hands with no one's son (Son)

Bag full of big, big Runtz (Runtz)

I'm eatin' her good, make her— Oh my— (Hahaha)

Might fuck around and swim to her (Phew)

Molly on, molly on, molly on, molly on, molly on, molly on tongues