"One Take" lyrics

(Fatt, ayy)
Fatt, (Ayy), aye

Tell me how these niggas mad?
When I ain't never hold my hand
To these bitches, I be rude, I refuse to be your man
I'm the one, pop this xan, treat the blunt
I can't stand, I sip lean with my lunch
20 beans in a month
Up in [?], I spent a bunch
Bitch this high tech that I'm sippin', but it look like fruit punch
Made me spaz and now I'm trippin'
Now I'm doin' way too much
If you need me, bitch, I got you, if you @ me in that clutch
In Mobile gun from Russia, spin my crib
Nigga think shit's sweet, I'ma run out my house bussin'
When the fuck you caught me lackin'?
If I'm anywhere, I'm clutchin'
Give a fuck about the location, where you play where I'm gon' dump it
I'm the hardest in the city, my nuts hang like I'm a monkey
Bro go ape shit, I go Donkey
Ain't no nigga gon' take nothin'
Nigga behind this TMK shit, it's some serious repercussions
Tryna take a nigga's soul on the phone, don't discuss it
I'm out my body, out in public
Lose my mind from bein' a junkie
If I pull up, then we fuckin' if we don't, I block your number
Hearin' words up in the wind, they want me killed and put me under
Is these niggas really lyin' and tellin' lies?, sometimes I wonder
Bitch, the ball up in my hand, and I'm gon' score it before I fumble

'Fore I fumble