"1v1" lyrics

Let's do it

I was coolin', but guess I should turn it up right now (Hey)
Off of the dome, this not shit that I write down (Woo)
D-drank to the dome, holy shit, I must lie down (Let's go)
Send your ass home because slay on the mic now (Okay)
Send her ass home, I can't play with you right now (Yeah)
I been the best, I'll debate with you right now (Yeah)
Get off my chest, I can't wait for the right sound (Woo)
Make what I want, I don't fuck with these people (Woo)
R-rap how I want, and I bet it's still lethal (Woo)
Do my own stunts, and I bet it go regal (Woo)
In the booth, bitch, I stunt, yeah, you know it's the sequel (Woo)
You niggas do what you told, we not equal (Woo)
L-look through the door, it's your ho at my peephole (Woo)
Run through your house with my niggas like R.E.P.O. (Woo)
Suit and tie on, I'ma turn this...
L-L-L-LF, my niggas, you know that we steppin' (Yeah)
LA, my nigga, what's up? My name Evan (Yeah)
Pass the rock ASAP, lil' bitch, who you testin'? (Yeah)
Two Dominican bitches, I'ma fuckin' them best friends (Yeah)
Got somethin' to say? Say that shit with your chest then (Go)
Hop in the Wraith, I'ma swerve on the highway (Go)
Fuck a birthday, every day is just my day (Go)
Said she like me and she lovin' how I taste
Yeah, hit from the back, bitch, I beat it up
These niggas see me in traffic, I speed it up (Woo)
Like that boy Dexter, I pick it up
I don't be writin' shit, never, not seekin' up (Woo)
And I just went up a milli', yes
I come from Philly, lil' bitch, get up with me (Woo, woo)
I'm in space, call up Houston, I'm not talkin' Whitney (Woo)
Bustin' a nut on her double-D titties (Woah)

Stupid bitch talkin', just please mind your own (Shh)
I do not beef with no strippers or hoes
It's sad you try run up a bag on my bro (Ho)
He sent you back home and that shit hurt your core (Ho)
Young rich nigga, leave them hundreds on the floor (Yeah)
Bitch, I'm PlaqueBoy, baby, when I walk in this door (Yeah, yeah)
I'm a rich lil' bitch, I don't gotta check the score (Blitt-blitt, yeah)
I sell out my own tour, I don't gotta open shows (Boop-boop-boop)
I get fried as fuck, I get high as fuck (Oh my god)
Tri-tried to quit the drugs, but what lil' Nett say? (Oh my god, oh my)
They clear out the store 'cause they know how I spend (Oh my god, oh my)
They don't start with me 'cause they know how that end (Oh my god, go; oh my)
I call her my friend, but she know how to bend (Skrrt)
Da-damn, I'm doing this dumb shit again (Uh, yeah)
Like, damn, I'm tryna do my bitch in a Benz (Uh, yeah)
Like, damn, they try look like me, it's pretend (Woo, uh)
Pu-pu... pushin' this shit, break the wheels off this motherfucker (Woo)
I hate mosquito hoes, these bitches blood-suckers (What? Woo)
Shout out my brother, he just dropped BloodLuxe (Let's go)
Hop on these beats and do better, can't son us (Ski, yeah)
Racks comin' in, count it 'til the damn sun up (Woo)

Stuntin' out the bank, bring it up, can't touch us (Woo)
Stuntin' out the bank, bring it up, can't touch us (Woo)
Stuntin out the bank, bring it up, can't touch us, pussy (Boop-boop-boop)

For-for-for-for-forty thousand in the bank, I'm finna get my rank up (Woah)
Forty thousand in the bank, club finna rain somethin' (Woah)
They tryna take me down, but I know it ain't nothin' (Yeah)
Big truck elephant, that shit like eight tons (Let's go)
Nigga praise God, what you doin' with Satan? (Yeah)
Finna take my ass on go on PlayStation (Yeah, woo)
Pussy boy hide your ho or she takin' (Pussy boy, woo)
To the store, get some Margiela Maison (Yeah, bitch)
Pack it up, roll 'em up, we gon' face 'em (Bitch)
Pack it up, ain't no pussy I'm chasin' (Bitch)
Chase the beat down, I can't be complacent (Bitch)
Talk to me 'cause I know you wan' say somethin' (Bitch)
I dropped out and got rich, go and make somethin' (Bitch)
Droppin' shit on the home by the lake front (Bitch)
Droppin' dick in your ho in my lace front
We just slid in your home, tryna take somethin' (Bitch)

Smack the girl ass, she not listenin' (Bitch)
I'ma fuck on the pussy, not kissin' it (Yeah, bitch)
I done bust down the G-shock, it's glistenin' (Bitch)
Yes, I might need the detox, I'm physicist (Let's go, bitch)
Mortal Kombat that pussy, I'll finish it (Bitch)
Dove Cameron, Descendants a villains' bitch (Yeah, bitch)
Let me drive the boat, drive the whip, shit (Wee, bitch)
Let me drive the boat, drive the whip, shit (Wee, bitch)
Bunnyhoppin' ho, toppin' dick (Wee, woah)
Racks on spatula, I can't stop flippin' shit (Wee, woah)
Fuck a cheetah print, lil' bitch, I'm pimpin' shit (Wee, woah)
I shoot the last shot, I ain't no Pippen, bitch (Woah)
Pour it... po-po-pour it out the lot, I crash out whippin' it (Skrrt, skrrt)
Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, make your bitch flirt (Yeah, yeah)
The way she suck the dick, I know she need church (Oh my God)
Million dollar baby, bitch, I know my worth (Oh my God)

Stuntin' out the bank, bring it up, can't touch us (Bitch, I know my worth)
Stuntin' out the bank, bring it up, can't touch us (Bitch, I know my worth)
Stuntin' out the bank, break it out, can't touch us (Bitch, I know my worth)
Stuntin' out the bank, break it out, can't touch us (Oh my God)

Woo, let's go