[Hook: Trae Tha Truth]
I'm 1 up, pussy nigga run up
Play me for a ho and Ima pull up with a gun up
Bitch, you see the chain, got me looking like the sun up
All that old fly shit will get a nigga done up
Believe that, I'm 1 up (x8)
[Verse 1: Trae Tha Truth]
Yeah, H-Town, Money Gang, nigga ain't shit slow
Got the hood trippin, trunk sound like a kick, tho
Hustle Gang everythang, tell them niggas get dough
Young Tom posted at the skill tryna get blow
Nigga, fuck the club, I hit a lot and let a bitch know
Four hoes ain't enough, tell em get six mo'
Strap it up, let a bitch ride it like a '64
When I'm done, send em to they whip and tell em get go
Then I'm back, mobbin through the city like a black ghost
First jacker thinkin I'm dinner, I keep black toast
Young Truth, never sick of cheese, no lactose
Jump out on a hater front step, hit em that close
[Hook: Trae Tha Truth]
[Verse 2: Lil Boss]
Yeah, I'm 1 up, on the block from sun down to sun up
Mobbin through the city, I would never put my gun up
Chalupa on tuck mode, yelling out fuck hoes
Got a bitch naked in the club like "fuck clothes"
These niggas fucked around and woke the beast up
Back to the pony tails, khaki's and creased up
HGC til the whole word freeze up
Hand out the window while I'm throwin my C's up
Yeah, blaze my motherfuckin weed up
Fuck the police til them hoes lift these up
I'm on one, 7.62's penetrate
Piss me off at the wrong time, I'll demonstrate
I'm 1 up, pussy nigga run up
Play me for a ho and Ima pull up with a gun up
Bitch, you see the chain, got me looking like the sun up
All that old fly shit will get a nigga done up
Believe that, I'm 1 up (x8)
[Verse 1: Trae Tha Truth]
Yeah, H-Town, Money Gang, nigga ain't shit slow
Got the hood trippin, trunk sound like a kick, tho
Hustle Gang everythang, tell them niggas get dough
Young Tom posted at the skill tryna get blow
Nigga, fuck the club, I hit a lot and let a bitch know
Four hoes ain't enough, tell em get six mo'
Strap it up, let a bitch ride it like a '64
When I'm done, send em to they whip and tell em get go
Then I'm back, mobbin through the city like a black ghost
First jacker thinkin I'm dinner, I keep black toast
Young Truth, never sick of cheese, no lactose
Jump out on a hater front step, hit em that close
[Hook: Trae Tha Truth]
[Verse 2: Lil Boss]
Yeah, I'm 1 up, on the block from sun down to sun up
Mobbin through the city, I would never put my gun up
Chalupa on tuck mode, yelling out fuck hoes
Got a bitch naked in the club like "fuck clothes"
These niggas fucked around and woke the beast up
Back to the pony tails, khaki's and creased up
HGC til the whole word freeze up
Hand out the window while I'm throwin my C's up
Yeah, blaze my motherfuckin weed up
Fuck the police til them hoes lift these up
I'm on one, 7.62's penetrate
Piss me off at the wrong time, I'll demonstrate
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