Da Other1 Lyrics

I was on the other one, I was on the other one, I admit it, I was on the other one

Runnin' dat shit up got my mama a Glizzy

I was on the other one, I blicked up bought my mother a gun

I switched up, hit the road

I almost came back with a hunnidbun,

I ain't need it

Act like I ain't need it, huh

Brudda fucked that up, no time to play around, when shit get cheesy

Too many bitches in the way, tryna come an ride the wave when shit look easy, must of

Thought I was with that leeching shit

This that take the money, leave the bitch

This that drop a nigga, keep the Ditch

Holdin on to, all dis pressure want me to release this shit

This that, hittin-it from the back, I'm liftin' it up

She love it when I get to drillin in it

Huh, you see all the pain I showed

You think they would peep game when it rained indoors (They ain't peepin game it rained indoors)

Huh, almost lost myself, said fuck the closure

Showed my heart indecent exposure

Switched up the plan, do what I want, do what they can

Playin with my body, I be Damned

Playin with my body, I be Damned

Run them over, blitz em Ram

Disappear, Poof off, the gram

That switch ain't rare boy dat bitch gone jam

Trigger finger on super saiyan

We can blick it out, you gone see what I'm sayin

Changed the route, they had must thought I was playin

If he a wolf, how he get ate by a lamb

Yeah, huh

Send a blitz, he the receiver

Dead ass bout dis shit, he step his self

He don't use his people

CEO, but nigga actin' like he equal

Huh, to the shooter

Huh, wanna check my work, then you hit Google

My stick a flirt, that bitch'll do you

An She do what she want, she'll put a nigga name in Roman numerals

Tryna cross me out

That's why I don't use to

Blick by my side, I swear it's somethin' like Bluetooth

Have him home run like Babe Ruth

Swear I'm an activist

Bout this Action shit, I get too passionate

I'ma give them what they want, they da ones that ask for this

Thinkin' that she classy, she done switched up, turned up on some ratchet shit

Still keep it cute, I'm busting on her lashes

Nonchalant , I got a act for this

I done got off all my problems

Fuck who think they a enemy

Third eye open, snakes, hidin' in the grass

You must thought I had to mow to see

Had to take myself up out the equation

'Cause they must thought that it was plenty Me

It ain't, Eye'm one of them 1s

No, I ain't with that extra shit

They send a blitz, they hit your mans

You send a extra blitz

Don't say a word, don't take, no stand

Bullets get to slidin like Crisco

Up the Fyye, cut on the flash

Like, nigga, don't move

Shit ain't none like disco

Havin Plenty paper, nigga, plenty tools

I was on the other one, I blicked up bought my mother a gun

I switched up, hit the road

I almost came back with a hunnidbun,

I ain't need it

Act like I ain't need it, huh

Brudda fucked that up, no time to play around, when shit get cheesy

Too many bitches in the way, tryna come an ride the wave when shit look easy, must of

Thought I was with that leeching shit

This that take the money, leave the bitch

This that drop a nigga, keep the Ditch

Holdin on to, all this pressure want me to release this shit

This that, hittin-it from the back, I'm liftin' it up

She love it when I get to drillin in it