"One Of Those" lyrics

(And they feelin' 'bout some hoes, better ask 'em 'bout this shit)
(I'm really him, I'm one of those)
Yeah, I walk in the, yeah, well, yeah, okay, yeah

I walk in the room, they cheerin', applaudin'
Eight years, Kim's Son, I'm still ballin'
Knockin' at the door, 4 AM, the fiends callin'
Viral moment on the 'Gram and now the labels callin'
You hear that boom, and boom, boy, I'm ball-hawkin'
Kickin' hoes out to go walk, the curls fallin'
I like my bitch a mixer, she can cook up in the oven
Or run for six, throw for six, Baker on the Buc's
Cut the fat off, now I feel good like a tummy tuck
Got the money and went lazy, I'm Jamarcus Russ
Like Glock on some grown man shit, that bitch wearin' a button
And my hands out like the Grush sisters, bitch, I want somethin'

Said I'm 'posed to be a full-time rapper, but I'm frontline
I gave niggas they turn, now the streets mine
It ain't really none of my concern, niggas switch sides
I'ma put it in their face every fuckin' time
Brand-new "ice", new cars, new clothes
These niggas stay up in their feelings 'bout some hoes
Better ask 'em 'bout this shit, I'm really him, I'm one of those

Uh, yeah, yeah
Every time these niggas fuckin' see me, know I'm po' (facts)
There's fifty on my neck, don't be bold
What's that in my pocket? That ain't nothin' but a roll (strips)
Yeah, I used to fuck with Reese until we froze
Bitch, I ain't signin' for no crumbs, I need the maximum digits
Got an A-R with a drum and some attachments came with it
I got some niggas in the pen and I press five when they call
Told 'em hold they head 'cause when they bounce back, know we gon' ball
Give a fuck about these niggas, keep my foot on they neck
Empty your pockets and your wallet, then your kit gon' be next
These niggas play the game, I'm rookie, I'm a Hall of Fame vet
Bitch, if I catch you out of pocket, I'ma leave your chest wet

Man, I'm 'posed to be a full-time rapper, but I'm front line
I gave niggas every turn, now the street's mine
It ain't really nothin' but concern, nigga switch sides
I'ma put it in their face every fuckin' time
Brand-new "ice", new cars, new clothes
These niggas stay up in their feelings 'bout some hoes
Better ask about this shit, I'm really him, I'm one of those

Uh, uh, I'm one of those
One of them, one of those
Different day, different load
Different nigga, so she chose
Fifty Shots in the dough
I don't even got a type, if she bad, she get poked
She ain't ever seen Jordan, so she tell me I'm the GOAT
Yeah, pockets look like Biggie now, huh, when they see me out, huh
I got VS1 stones on me, bling, blaow, huh
Tell that bitch get every drop, baby, ring it out
Shout out Jim brought me out, nigga, Rolling Loud
Nah, it ain't no cap, I got niggas in the trap
Broke face times two hundred racks, and he never made a rack
On my hip, I keep a strap, nigga, you knowin' I can't lack
Put the city in my back, Internet, not into that

Man, I'm 'posed to be a full-time rapper, but I'm front line
I gave niggas every turn, now the street's mine
It ain't really none of my concern, nigga switch sides
I'ma put it in their face every fuckin' time
Brand-new "ice", new cars, new clothes
These niggas stay up in their feelings, 'bout some hoes
Better ask 'em 'bout this shit, I'm really him, I'm one of those
Uh, uh, I'm one of those

Ooh, yeah
Ooh, yeah