"A1" lyrics
Flip my calendar
Way, way back, tryna find me a day one
If you gotta ask, then you ain't one
You ain't gotta bag? Better make one
Nigga with a mask, gon' take one
Real shooters shoot first like Tayone
Niggas try to steal my sauce every day
It's a lot, there's steak on your A1
(Huh) Should've never pawned your Glock
You was moving like a pawn, your spot getting swarmed out
Redhead, lil ho got real head
Tried to call her Jean Grey, and she Stormed out
Balling like a free safety, I'm zoned out
I was playing Green Day in the dope house
Five-man, and you know I brought the ho's out
And they ready to drop it like a rollout
If she goin', we can hangout
If she ain't goin', we can hangout
I don't fuck everything in my face anyway
They can twist anything that you say now
Yeah, felt my clip when she put her hip in my hip
My fault, babe
All black, tryna talk to an alt bae
Make her tilt her head back like Salt Bae
Niggas try to throw salt, don't got taste
Heard what you had to say, took one grain
It was mundane, can you try and not hate me for once, dang
We on the wrong page
(Let me)
Flip my calendar
Way, way back, tryna find me a day one
If you gotta ask, then you ain't one
You ain't gotta bag? Better make one
Nigga with a mask, gon' take one
Real shooters shoot first like Tayone
Niggas try to steal my sauce every day
It's a lot, there's steak on your A1
Yeah, I don't let snake shit slip
The result, I done lost a few friendships
Deep down, really knew you'd flip shit
I been waiting on the queue like bishop
I ain't really in the mood to admit shit
I was tryna move in dimensions
Few could envision hues and the pigments
Rules gettin' bent in the pew [?]
I'm true with the fiction
'Lotta niggas wish they could do what I do, but I do it with truth
That's the difference
Got a few screws that be loose, she could twist 'em
Take her through the roof like a twister, okay
Trust fucked up, but it's okay
Lost my mind, my ho, my bro
My whole side of town, but it's okay
Got a feeling that I'ma see more days (Like the old days)
Flip my calendar
Way, way back, tryna find me a day one
If you gotta ask, then you ain't one
You ain't gotta bag? Better make one
Nigga with a mask, gon' take one
Real shooters shoot first like Tayone
Niggas try to steal my sauce every day
It's a lot, there's steak on your A1
Way, way back, tryna find me a day one
If you gotta ask, then you ain't one
You ain't gotta bag? Better make one
Nigga with a mask, gon' take one
Real shooters shoot first like Tayone
Niggas try to steal my sauce every day
It's a lot, there's steak on your A1
(Huh) Should've never pawned your Glock
You was moving like a pawn, your spot getting swarmed out
Redhead, lil ho got real head
Tried to call her Jean Grey, and she Stormed out
Balling like a free safety, I'm zoned out
I was playing Green Day in the dope house
Five-man, and you know I brought the ho's out
And they ready to drop it like a rollout
If she goin', we can hangout
If she ain't goin', we can hangout
I don't fuck everything in my face anyway
They can twist anything that you say now
Yeah, felt my clip when she put her hip in my hip
My fault, babe
All black, tryna talk to an alt bae
Make her tilt her head back like Salt Bae
Niggas try to throw salt, don't got taste
Heard what you had to say, took one grain
It was mundane, can you try and not hate me for once, dang
We on the wrong page
(Let me)
Flip my calendar
Way, way back, tryna find me a day one
If you gotta ask, then you ain't one
You ain't gotta bag? Better make one
Nigga with a mask, gon' take one
Real shooters shoot first like Tayone
Niggas try to steal my sauce every day
It's a lot, there's steak on your A1
Yeah, I don't let snake shit slip
The result, I done lost a few friendships
Deep down, really knew you'd flip shit
I been waiting on the queue like bishop
I ain't really in the mood to admit shit
I was tryna move in dimensions
Few could envision hues and the pigments
Rules gettin' bent in the pew [?]
I'm true with the fiction
'Lotta niggas wish they could do what I do, but I do it with truth
That's the difference
Got a few screws that be loose, she could twist 'em
Take her through the roof like a twister, okay
Trust fucked up, but it's okay
Lost my mind, my ho, my bro
My whole side of town, but it's okay
Got a feeling that I'ma see more days (Like the old days)
Flip my calendar
Way, way back, tryna find me a day one
If you gotta ask, then you ain't one
You ain't gotta bag? Better make one
Nigga with a mask, gon' take one
Real shooters shoot first like Tayone
Niggas try to steal my sauce every day
It's a lot, there's steak on your A1
