"1 Umbrella" lyrics

Ayy, look, I don't fuck with you nigga, I am not your kinfolk
My lil' brother did a walk down with some Ricks on
Baby got the type of ass you could sit the brick on
In the pen with a .16, fuck a flip phone

Hoodie say, 'Satoshi, I got Vans on my feet'
Think my bitch feet bleedin', she got red underneath
And she call me nasty, I knock off her lashes when we freak
And my diamonds on AI, you talkin' practice, to me

It's 'bout a hundred twenty shots in the car, we four deep
Four thirties, four gleeks, it's 4:30, no sleep
Made a hundred thousand, blew two-fifty K last week
I'm in expensive fashion, why you think these hoes notice me?

I got a bad bitch at home, can't have that one bitch postin' me
Cougar bitch, she ho for me, she Instacart the groceries
My young nigga don't go for me, so watch how you approachin' me
When we fuck, I wrap my hands around her neck, no rosary

Yeah, I seen this bitch when I was in traffic, she say, 'Why you ghostin' me'?
You know, bitch, I keep it player, 'cause that's how it's 'posed to be
And we was just swappin' spit, now we don't talk Bumblebee
I'm a great Dane, but I got some pits up under me

Yeah, you ain't tryna fuck no Black king, then I'm leavin'
Take my whole team to the natty bowl, Sharkeesian
Triple-double, Black Westbrook, whole season
Yeah, whip it out, slap it on her face, off the Yeezy

Two bands for the shoes, I only wore 'em once
She brung her friend in this bitch, you know we goin' up
I did the dash in this bitch, I'm finna spill a cup
The bitch said she want a Perc', now she throwin' up

Ayy, ayy, Lil' Zay, what he want for the drink? Ain't hear to bargain
I just feed this bitch Percocet 10s and hard dick
I just put two- hundred thousand on the T from Target (go)
Four-door space coupe, I'm outta here, I'm Martian

Four-door space coupe, double-park, leave it barkin'
New striker, put that bitch in drive, tryna park 'em
Just made a play, I got dirty money on the carpet
Backstage, I wrote on her chest with a sharpie (yeah, yeah)

Dirty money, dirty Sprite, so we got dirty Glocks with us
Every drop we got, nigga, we spent that bitch and shot it up
You can put them nigga together and add 'em up
They want amounts of us, flexin' them fives and them tens
Bitch, that's really not a lot to us

Turn a five into ten, five-seven, F&N
I know she 'bout to go crazy every time she tie her hair
In the Benz space coupe, cup holder full of Benz
Every song I'm punchin' in, I can't remember what I said

And every L I took is probably just a lesson to me
If I get dressed, I'm fresh to death, nigga
Even in my sleep, I try you talkin' to a boss
I got a mansion and a loft, I'm in my backyard playin' golf
You think I'm worried 'bout the cost, no

I'm the man in the Bay, got posters up like I'm missin'
Yeah, shoot 'til it click, send over nigga like I'm pissin'
I ain't have no clothes to wear, I call up Yee, now I'm Ricky
I ain't no panhandlin', nigga, I'm from cross-country pimpin'

Look, nigga, it's five percent on every whip that y'all can barely see
I got a house up in the hills, this ain't no Airbnb
Pink slip on every whip, you might scare me with a lease
The way that bitch lick her lips, I can tell she a freak

Yeah, fifty thousand on all blues, but you can't tell me 'cause it's neat
I just listened to his tape, seven days, shit was weak
Twenty-second, thirty-three, bitch, we everything but sweet
Keep the ARP under the ERD if shit get greasy

Yeah, he know he really havin' this shit
Last night, I fell asleep with all my chains on
On my hip, I keep a rocket, bankroll up in my pocket, nigga
One umbrella, one day