​defense 1oneam (Ft. Okaymar)

[Intro: 1oneam]
(Hitechstef)
Ha, ha, woah, woah
(Now you tryna say sorry again)
Yeah, yeah (Ha, yeah)

[Verse 1: 1oneam]
Run up the bands
I run it up, you niggas, they can't
Niggas, they steady watchin' me like some fans
I got a Glock and I stay on defense
Fuck with lil' Zen, he don't got a chance
She wanna fuck, we barely just met
Keep that bitch tucked, we pop out the van
He talkin' crazy, we slide with his mans
Bankroll, she gon' throw me some ass
Bankroll blue, I just carry the cash
Hop in that Scat', y'all niggas in a cab
Runnin' shit like I'm runnin' for track
Run the bands, I'm like, "Oh, damn"
She wanna fuck, I'm like, "No, maam"
She bust it down, gon' give the brain, damn
Taking your bitch and I put her on cam'
Young Zen, nigga, I'm hot like a lamp
Young Zen blowing on gas like a fan
Broke-ass niggas, gon' leave you for them
Who is that nigga? Bro, I'm not him
Fuckin' your bitch, bro, I ain't no simp
Carry that stick, make me walk with a limp
Big dog, nigga, I ain't no chimp
Stick in the mall, so nigga, don't 'tempt
Zen too hot, come take my temp'
Bae, I'm too high and I can't feel shit
Yeah, I'm too up, nigga, and I built it
Hot ass tips gon' leave him melted (Ha)