One In The Chamber

(It's Swidom)

(R14)

Yeah, it's one in the chamber, so you know that we hittin' 'em

Yeah, we ain't lookin' for strangers, these niggas hittin' civilians

Whether we make the money, take the money, I'm finna get me a billion

And I just subtract the paper from (mhm) the balance and pay out the (mhm) hitters for gettin' 'em

I told my young boy, "Step then bark, don't do documentaries"

Leave that phone, go around, get drenchy

Uff-uff, two rambos, ski with a scarf like Benji

I just dodged a mazeen, might ring up and call my Frenchie

Bad B in a Bentayga, Bentley

Big drip, no Brené, I'm feelin' so trendy (uff)

Back then was Mackenzie

In the bando, wan' tour, man grip on Givenchy

Still gotta do what I do for the block, I'ma ball nonstop with my tool, don't tempt me

Step, one, two Ruger or the Winches' lookin' all lengthy

Rest up Sheggy

We still slap corn 'til we smoke on the Henry

The shot (hey) shells plenty (grrt, baow, baow, baow, baow)

Man, I'm still on this paper route (mm-mm)

Used to trap out the vacant housing

I was just tryna make it out with my dog

Now I'm shoppin' for Audemars with the frost on it

Hear this .9 millimeter, soundin' like exhaust, don't it? (Pew, pew, pew, pew)

And if he a problem, we gon' put a cost on him, boy, I tell ya

So we get the heaters out in the winter

Put 7.62s inside the Sprinter

We givin' 'bout 50 shots like it's liquor

This lil' F&N a real head splitter

Top of the league, ain't no one harder than me in my city, boy, I tell ya

So I'm oversea, tryna find someone who be fuckin' with me, T, I'm tryna tell you, nigga

Listen, them yutes love chat and we do not speak

Unleash, switch tunes with my kick, why bleach?

The opp try back up, I still got reach

He's a neek, he don't know 'bout streets

No, I'm in D-X-B, I can't smoke no trees

My name's too hot, I can feel the degrees

Benji, where the G's?

I might haffi ring Bundog for the Canada leaf

Long Rambs and the dirty katana can chop, don't skeet

Opps ran off and lost their keys

They talk too raggo, the smoke's on lease

Two waps and they're both guaranteed

Pff, I been too bad, so I'm no nominee

You know the clip-back really drops to my knees

My tugs on badness, free up my brodies 'cah that's my ski (ski, glee, mmm)

Yeah, it's one in the chamber, so you know that we hittin' 'em

Yeah, we ain't lookin' for strangers, these niggas hittin' civilians

Whether we make the money, take the money, I'm finna get me a billion

And I just subtract the paper from the balance and pay out the hitters for gettin' 'em

And I just subtract the paper from the balance and pay out the hitters for gettin' 'em

I was just tryna make it out with my dog

Now I'm shoppin' for Audemars with the frost on it